WEEK 10 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (10)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (16) 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

[thatbites]

Not really. [Oh. It's him. She huffs out a sigh.] Saw Roxy playing DDR for like an hour there but, like I said, not really my scene.

[antietam]

Right. It seems like people who were downstairs during the blackout got put as suspects.

Is there any other reason you think you'd be up there?

[thatbites]

No. As far as I know your first guess is right. I barely left my room that morning and it's not like I'd trip the power.

[antietam]

I don't think you would or that you'd risk blowing up the entire ship to do so. That's why I think we have to be looking out for the aliens.

[thatbites]

Eugh. It makes sense but I'd rather not considering that possibility... I mean, it's not like I have any blank spaces in my memory like our other beloved aliens, you know. Not an option for me.

[antietam]

I don't think it's a blank space exactly, more like false memories. Elizabeth knew she went to Hancock's room but had a false memory that the bottle of wine was already there.

So, like, you know you went downstairs, but only think it's because you went to get your hair tie... Just as an example.

[thatbites]

[Don't say that??? There's an edge to Emily's voice.]

Are you trying to freak me out. I said I know why I went down there and I know. I'm not some monster.

[antietam]

[ Oh... Oh he messed up. ]

No! No, sorry, it's... a horrific thing, I know. There's no point in trying to guess who's an alien before we get more evidence. Don't worry about it. I believe you.

[thatbites]

Yeah, no shit.

[She huffs again, hugging her knee close.]

If you expect me to say thanks to that you better move on.