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

[chiseler]

I know, I know. Good luck and bad luck, creation and destruction. I've heard. [It's honestly kind of interesting to him but he won't pry.] So they're immortal and also kinda bound to you. Like genies.

But don't worry, I get it. It's not like we really went around telling people we were half-bloods either. It's just something you don't do. Buuut guess there's nothing else to lose here.

[missmaladroite]

[There's no use in being cagey about it since their powers are listed on the cards, but in all honesty, there's a lot about being Ladybug that Marinette still doesn't know. Tikki doesn't often share.] Something like that! They grant us superhero powers, and we use them to grant wishes. Or, well, protect the wishes--- you know what I mean.

There's no privacy here, so we may as well get used to it. I, um, wouldn't think you were a demi-god, either! I never saw you hurling lightning or anything like that.

[chiseler]

I get it. I think it's still just trying to understand how you two ended up in this position. [They're kids. This isn't unusual to him, but he's still slightly surprised.]

And the reason I'm not throwing lightning is because I'm not one of Zeus's kids. [And a mumble:] Thank the gods. [But he smirks slightly.] That lightning is dangerous. I almost died a couple of times because of it. Thalia was still learning how to use her powers when we were kids. [He doesn't know what Marinette found in his room and therefore doesn't really realize that she found some of his scrap-letters to a girl named Thalia. A bunch of apologies, really.] But if you didn't know then I'm doing my job.