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

[parodeity]

Yeah, I just. Do not want to vote for any of you. [ odds are 100% he's gonna vote for himself goddamnit dave but MOVING ON FROM HIS MASSIVE BIAS TOWARDS ALL THE SUSPECTS: ] Who would we bring back?

[ he's shaking his head. ]

Most of the people we know are god-tiers and are 100% capable of handling their own shit. I think she has a friend who died, but there was something about a magic ring that'll bring that person back, because as I've said before: no one stays dead back home.

[ it's honestly annoying when it comes to like the 10 million troll ghosts

who are dead i guess but they still don't go away ]

[chiseler]

The fact is that we'll have to vote for someone and it sucks. We just have to be careful and start analyzing everything really carefully. Maybe we'll get lucky and somebody will confess again, too. [Please don't vote for yourself unless you did it, Dave, and please don't be the one who did it.]

And you guys think my life is weird. It's weird that nobody stays dead and the idea of multiple timelines still confuses me. So this motive wouldn't do much for either of you. Especially if the god-tiers can defend themselves. How do you even become god-tier anyway?

[parodeity]

Hey, I never said I thought your life was weird. A lot of it sounds, uh. Par for the course, honestly.

[ because HOMESTUCK IS BULLSHIT. dave makes a face because why is he explaining homestuck, but: ]

You have to die on your quest bed. Everyone apparently gets two: the one on their planet, and the one in the center of their moon. Derse or Prospit. Rose and I blew up while we were on our quest beds at the heart of our moon.

[ he says it very matter of factly. but. his expression is more serious than it sometimes is. ]

Of course, at that point in time we didn't know that was, you know, gonna kick us to god tier.

[chiseler]

[...what the fuck.]

...yeah okay...that makes sense. [NO IT DOES NOT?] Your sister, right? So all of you are god-tier. I'm guessing your quest bed is part of that Sburb thing too and not just something everybody in your world has.

But can you die as god-tier?

[parodeity]

I mean, yes, but you always revive unless your death is ruled Heroic or Just.

[ so, it might eventually be a concern, but: ]

Thing is, god tier comes with ridic classpect powers, so killing one of us is usually not the easiest thing in the world. And yeah, Rose is my twin sister.

[chiseler]

Yeah, I get it. Demigods can be hit or miss depending on the powers we have. [He nods in understanding.] What qualifies as heroic or just?

[parodeity]

What you'd figure would if life were a fairy tale, I guess? Like, die on a suicide mission for the greater good when you're god tier, you die a Heroic death for good. Go all out villain on people and get killed and you're a Just death. But if you die in any other situation, it doesn't count. John went up against Jack Noir after he killed Rose's Mom and John's Dad, but he revived because it wasn't Heroic to die in a pitched fight against the big bad. He had to become stronger first before that'd be a concern.

[ ... ]

Jesus. Maybe Rose is right about things making narrative sense, sometimes. I guess our immortality works based on what would make narrative sense. Ugh.