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

[socloverit]

[okay well the bad news is the most Grell is getting is Clover looking at her hand no matter how long she waits; when Clover shuts down, she really shuts down, and she doesn't like Grell enough to put in the effort of potentially inviting conversation. It's only once Grell asks that she actually looks up, and starts wheeling her chair back a little.]

Only if you give me space.

[erythristic]

Of course.

[she'll step back a few paces, but she's not letting up. sure, this might be a rude move, but she already brought the interrogation on Elizabeth a few weeks ago and everyone knows she's a serial killer, how much more trashed can her reputation get.]

[socloverit]

[Allowing her space is enough for Clover, and she's shifting her many weapons so she can stand and reach into her baggy jacket pocket for the injection gun—slowly, so no one sees it as a threat.

It's pretty small and simple. Clover pops out the vial, shaking it a little so they can hear that there's definitely liquid in it still.]

There's only ever been enough for one shot.

[erythristic]

What is it supposed to do?

[the name tubocuraine didn't come up while she was reading in the archives.]

[socloverit]

...Tubocurarine is...a muscle relaxant. ...It's a really potent dosage.

[erythristic]

[so, poison. she looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Thank you for being willing to show it - with Machias' neck being so torn apart, there was that possibility that you injected him to knock him out and the mark was gone in the explosion.

[socloverit]

[She tenses, looking a little more serious and a little paler, but she can't abide by any "so and so would never" arguments, so she won't make one for herself. She clicks the vial back into place and tucks it back into her pocket.]

Like I said, there's only enough for one shot. So we don't need to worry about that.