WEEK 9 - Trial Day Two

[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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Comments

[antagonize]

[#jackwatch continues to be a mistake.]

Yeah, yeah. Just start stripping so we can confirm you didn't get shanked while no one was looking.

[refactor]

Please, if I got shanked, I would either be bragging or bitching about it.

[ He knows himself... But yeah, Jack will just pull off his usual Hyperion sweater and undershirt without hesitation here. Almost everything matches his profile card, so there's a lot of old, heavy scarring on his back, and then an assortment of others on his torso ranging from claw marks to bullets. The only thing that's not on the card is a wound on Jack's side, but it's definitely healing up and wasn't caused in the past few days. No one ever saw it so far as I remember, but yeah, reasonable to assume that this is from when Rhys stabbed Jack.

He'll start taking off the pants too, but as he does, he starts snickering... ]

Look, kid, we both know I didn't even have the time to do this. So. We can save ourselves the trouble and I can keep my pants on if you just say the word.

[antagonize]

[This is the face of a man who wishes he could back out of this without seeing Jack's dangly, old man parts through his underwear, but. No. He's far too bullheaded for that, so he's scowling at him. No dice.]

Look, if four teenage girls have to strip down to their underwear today? You're doing the same. It's gender equality or something. Complete fairness. [A beat.] And don't call me kid.

[refactor]

[ Jack laughs, but, hey, if you insist! He does indeed take off his pants, and similarly to his torso, there are a couple scattered scars on his legs, but far fewer. They're of the same kinds as the rest, so it seems like Jack gets in dangerous fights fairly frequently, if the scars are anything to be believed. ]

Look, I call everyone kid! I mean, I can go with another nickname, if you want. I got plenty. Pumpkin, babe, sugartits, shitiot— [ Which, in case the pronunciation of the last one isn't clear in text, that's definitely a portmanteau of "shit" and "idiot" ]

Got plenty, is my point.

[antagonize]

Well... if you wanna call me sugartits, then I guess I should call you daddy. Or sugar daddy. One sounds sweeter than the other.

[This is a joke. Also, a big mistake. THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION IS A MISTAKE. CAN HE TAKE IT BACK.

But there's obviously nothing recent and obvious looking on Jack, so he's gesturing towards Jack's clothes. Cover your shame, old man.]

You're clear. Congrats.

[refactor]

Wow.

[ Yet Jack does not sound horrified at all, and instead just... laughs... i hate this thread ]

I mean, whichever one feels right for ya, sugartits. I don't kinkshame.

[ But with the all clear, he'll at least start to get dressed, thankfully. ]

[antagonize]

[All of this CR is a mistake. I hate this.]

Pfft— you were the one who suggested sugartits. I just followed the trend.

[But, anyway. Goodbye, gross old man skin. Thank goodness for whoever thought of inventing clothes.]

[refactor]

I dunno, man. Sugartits and daddy kink, those are pretty different.

[ I can't believe Jack is talking about daddy kink ic this is the worst ]

But, hey, I won't overdo it! I mean, you use "sugartits" all the time and it's gonna lose its hilarious veneer. I'll at least come up with some variety.

[antagonize]

Ah. So you're a kink connoisseur. Good to know. I'll let you take the floor if someone ever gets taken out thanks to their daddy kink.

[yells softly into the void.]

But if you come up with too much variety, how will I know you're talking to me and not your other "buddies". Try to keep it simple.

[refactor]

Uh, absolutely? Kinks are the spice of sex life. I've even got a fursona.

[ Is this a joke? Is this canon? Please don't find out, Jason, because I don't want this to be my rp legacy. ]

But, yeah, of course! I mean, I've got different levels of petnames. You've got the generic "kiddo" or "asshole," but, yeah, y'know, this is totally making me realize you are definitely special and deserving of your own subset. I mean, what, you talk to me all night long. That's, like-- Well, don't need to say it.

[ Is Jack being purposefully obnoxious to make Jason regret being the babysitter? Absolutely. ]