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WEEK 9 - Trial
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. |
Setting
Rulebook
Voting
no subject
[ Her fingers crack the tab and watch as the fizz bubbles out. It's interesting that they're able to bottle this stuff instead of barrell it or bottle - very fascinating. Yet... she shakes her head a bit. ]
Oh, har, har. It's obvious that it's Hancock. He was next in line.
[ The little notepad was lifted up, she flips through the pages quickly. He'll see one reminiscent of: Adelina, Yuno, Jessie, - Jason too, but we skip that right!!! - Marinette and Adrien. ]
I've never drew anyone like him before, I'd like to do the portrait justice.
no subject
[It's a joke. Really. He's capable of killing someone, that much is obvious, but... he'll have to side with Jack as far as owning up to your own deeds go. Either way, yeah. Totally skipping Jason!!! Totally!!!]
He looked like a zombie, didn't he? Look up a zombie flick on the tablet. Use that as reference. [Is this legit advice, or...] ... Mummified corpses work, too. Skin gets all nasty after spending a couple of centuries in the grave.
no subject
[ And there is a joke right back. She's truly learning dry, pessimistic humor! Elizabeth looks at the paper pad, scrunching her nose up when he begins to describe Hancock. Flinching when he mentions zombies and mummies - she's seen enough of those during horror movie weeks. ]
You have to give him some credit, he wasn't that bad. Like leprecy or some such - it was a skin condition. ... I think. Just - a ridges and grooves on his skin with some shadowing, may do it.
[ She definitely is downing that root beer. And since she can't draw with her pencil she grows sure in her next line: ]
You're not going to stop me from caring, you know. About you or the people on the ship. You can't be closed off and not care either. Why else would you pull those stupid stunts with Luke?