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

[douchemag]

[look friend there are very few things he is willing to die for, but proving his magic is totally awesome is definitely one of them]

It's not like I've ever actually flown into space to test it out before! [CUE LAUGHTRACK HERE] But yeah, it should block out anything that would affect the area inside the barrier.

[tevinteriscoming]

If we both barrier, between the two of us it ought to be fine.

[parodeity]

...I can't believe I'm agreeing to this but I'm still holding on to both of you when we open the door at least. Unless you think magic is gonna keep you from being sucked out into space.

[ gOD ]

[douchemag]

[okay normally he'd super protest Dorian thinking his barrier alone wouldn't be up to par, but he also has no immune shield and doesn't actually want to be a bloated corpse so he just huffs and looks annoyed here]

What are you freaking out so much about, it'll be fine! Don't underestimate my magic!

[parodeity]

Because I don't wanna see one of my best friends die, you idiot?

[ smacks judar on the arm, going out of tag order to doxx judar on friendship ]

But if you're sure, fine.

[al2955]

[ In one fell swoop, the airlock shoots open and everyone in it's head explodes.

Okay, actually fuck-all happens. Sorry for the anti-climax and magical dick size competition for nothing. ]

[douchemag]

[okay well then I guess they just cast their barriers and stand there looking like morons for a few minutes]

So uh...what was supposed to happen here again? [HE WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION] And hey, who said anything about being your friend?!

[this would be so much more believable if he wasn't also visibly preening at being called one of Dave's best friends...]

[parodeity]

Uh...the power was supposed to go out and the door was either supposed to open or we were supposed to pry it open.

[ dave squints at the door. it remains. completely shut, presumably. ]

Also it's obvious we're forever bonded by our mad art, dude.