WEEK 9 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (9)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (19) survivors At 9 AM, a klaxon alarm begins blaring in every area of the ship. The alarm will continue to go off until everyone has gathered in the conference room. Should anyone be running late or avoiding the trial for whatever reason, a robot guide will appear wherever they are and gently but firmly escort them into the room. Once all the living players are present, the conference room doors will lock shut; anyone who wishes to leave for whatever reason will need to ask AL-2955 or one of the robots. Anyone leaving for non-investigative purposes, such as bathroom breaks, will be accompanied by a robot escort. The large round table in the center of the conference room has been set up to help the trial run as smoothly as possible. Three holographic screens hover above the center hollow of the table, visible from every angle. The first screen displays the pictures and profiles of the suspects and victim; the second displays the autopsy report; the third displays a blank word processor. Each of the chairs comes equipped with a virtual keyboard which can be used to type information directly into the third screen, such as theories and updated information; they can also be set into privacy mode, which will transfer whatever notes someone writes directly into their datapad instead of on screen. There's also a tablet function for those who wish to draw charts or pictures on screen. The keyboards will detect the DNA of whoever's using them and record who's typed what - simply press an area of text and the name of whoever wrote it will pop up. The area to the right of the table has been temporarily sectioned off with a glass partition and sliding door for hygienic issues. Inside, the victim's body has been laid out on a metal autopsy table, covered by a plastic sheet. Above it is a holographic screen that displays a close-up color photograph of the body when it was found. A hand sanitizer dispenser has been considerately attached to the wall nearby for anyone getting up close and personal to the body. To the left of the conference table is a display case. Any evidence found during the investigation will be carefully collected by the robots at some point the previous day and placed here before the trial starts. Beneath each piece of evidence is a small tablet where players can type up information, such as a short description or where it was found. There are also empty areas left over for any evidence that may be found during the trial. The shelf at the very bottom of the case has been reserved for an extra rulebook in case anyone needs it. Food will be served throughout the day by the robots, who will take individual orders whenever you're feeling hungry. The trial will end at 9:00 PM, at which point all players will have been expected to cast their vote.

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[refactor]

[ He waves his hand dismissively. ]

Ehhh, just business talk. My company makes some shields, so— Man. I'd love to take one of those apart!

[ He does sound pretty genuinely enthused about the idea, but. He'll let that go. He won't get into nerd shit here. ]

But, yeah, a good shield'll do that. It'll soak up bullets nooooo problem. I'm just impressed that they have them here. Considering the tech around here? Kinda figured this might be too much of a backwater vessel to have stuff that I, y'know, recognized.

[chiseler]

What I don't get is how the shield worked. We don't have anything on us like a machine or a suit or anything. It's just Alice says we're valued and suddenly we are. How would something like that work? [Help him, he sounds genuinely curious.] Any ideas since you're also apparently the expert on that?

[refactor]

[ Jack nods, and his expression actually seems to brighten. He might actually genuinely enjoy talking about this kind of thing? Weird. ]

Ohhh, I mean, you gotta have a generator somewhere, at least with the kinds I'm used to. Doesn't have to be big though. I mean, hell, mine is something I just kept clipped onto my belt. Kinda miss it, if I'm honest, but, eh, they also took my sweet mod and gave me my like-- No, no, I'm getting off track here.

[ He waves his hand dismissively. ]

Basically, way it works if you've got a tiny generator slapped on your waist. It constantly generates a field around you. Every time a projectile or a punch smacks ya, it loses some of its charge, so you have to give it time to recharge. Soooo, explosion? Probably knocks that sucker out completely. I mean, hell, I've been there before. [ He laughs ] Definitely taken a grenade right to the friggin' face, but a good shield and that's no problem.

But, 'course, if you didn't actually get something for it... I dunno. Got some ideas, buuuuut that kinda relates into some of the shit we were talking about the other day, actually. Long explanation, lots of theory, lots of it super doesn't matter for this. So. Tell you what. We can talk shop on that after our regularly scheduled shitshow.

[chiseler]

[Look all of this tech talk is actually kind of interesting to someone who literally doesn't even own a phone because monsters will chase him. So hearing all of this, while basically interpreting it as a foreign language, actually seems to kickstart some gears in his head. He has questions, but he allows Jack to redirect the conversation solely because Jack seems like he actually knows exactly what he's talking about.]

But it can be recharged. How long would it take to recharge something like that? [He blinks then.] Just how many grenades have you--never mind, I'm not sure I really wanna know. But that sounds about right from what I just saw even if there's nothing physically on us from what I can tell.

[...but he gets it.] I think I can make some time in my busy, explosive life for that as long as you make it out alive tomorrow. Think you can do that? [Gods when did it get to the point he wants Jack to live? Fuck.]

[refactor]

Depends on the shield, but none of 'em take longer than... [ He trails off as he thinks about it, but then shrugs. ] Eh, ten seconds for a truly shitty one? They're made to be quick, since, well. You're made to wear them when you're on Pandora or Elpis, so you've got some asshole bandits or scavs shooting at you.

[ He snickers, then adds: ]

Or, to answer your question, because it's quick: enough. I mean, bandits will slice off your face and make pizza out of it. Strapping a bomb to their chest and running at you full speed to blow you up, that's just, y'know, normal operations for those savages.

[ But. Enough about bandits... ]

Buuuuut yeah, can do. Not real worried about surviving this one unless everyone decides to be a huge dick. Thankfully, my new "clique" also gave me a super solid alibi.