WEEK 11 - TRIAL

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (11)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (13) 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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[douchemag]

[And here's this asshole who literally has to be shoved in the room by a robot because fuck you, he's not voluntarily getting out of bed for this. Judar glances at the suspect list, groans because come on she couldn't have put someone on there that might have actually given him a chance, and just plops down on the nearest chair looking deeply irritated about everything.]

Yeah, yeah, let's just get this the fuck over with so we can actually do something useful with the rest of the day.

[socloverit]

[definitely tried fighting the robot that hauled them out of sleepover hell, definitely immediately sat down next to Judar and she's trying to look angry but she's too tired and scared and miserable.]

Stop it—stop it, don't just talk about—about getting it over with! We can't—we're not gonna just...

[she's. she's trying? it's not working.]

[douchemag]

[He props his chin on his hand, looking more bored than anything else now that he's actually here. It's a strange sort of resignation, but it's all he's pretty much capable of offering now.]

Better to just say it now than put it off for later. The trial doesn't end until night time no matter what we vote now, so we've got a whole day we don't have to waste to this bullshit for once.

[socloverit]

[If Judar's just tired and resigned then Clover's more than capable of being in anxious denial for both of them and then some.]

Then we don't vote now! There's got to—we shouldn't even be here, it's bullshit that we're having this trial and there's—we can't, you can't—we're going to do s-something, we have to..!

[douchemag]

If you got any ideas, I'm listening.

[Honestly, normally he'd be ready to just murder the entire ship by this point...but that's probably still just what Alice wants and then he'd have to deal with Dorian's barriers and he's tired goddammit.]

Anyway, you can totally avenge me later by drawing dicks all over the walls. Especially around Adrien's room. And the statues too, fuck those things.

[socloverit]

I'm trying, I— [She'll yell uselessly about fire in a minute, but first she has to yell uselessly at Judar.] I'm not avenging you because you're—you're not dying here, you can't...

[douchemag]

[Ugh he's trying to be flippant about his execution and here she is tainting it with emotions??? GOD NOW HE ACTUALLY HAS TO CARE]

Not like I plan on going quietly. Ass Lice takes way too fucking long to get to the executions, that's plenty of time to fuck her up. [she's a hologram you moron]

[socloverit]

[that's why her hair's so big it's full of FEELINGS and she's GETTING THEM EVERYWHERE]

You're not going at all, stop it! That's—that's not even how it works and it—it doesn't matter because you're not getting executed, you're not!

[tevinteriscoming]

Is that what you actually want us to do?

[Raising an eyebrow at Judar. It's not that he wants to scapegoat any of the others either, but. Well.]

[douchemag]

Want? [He lets out a sharp, bitter laugh.] Fuck no. I got shit I need to do back home and someone counting on me, I never wanted to die here. I definitely never wanted to be stuck playing along with Ass Lice's shitty game.

[Then he shrugs. As much as he tries to keep the movement casual, it's easy to tell by how tense he is that he's clearly furious.]

But not like there's a lot of other options here, is there? [He's very, very aware that with this suspect list - mostly composed of well-liked people or those they trust to be clear of aliens - he has no chance.] And I'm sick of this bullshit. I'm not about to give Ass Lice the pleasure of begging for my life.

[tevinteriscoming]

[He's not exactly a well liked person himself, but the point is clear. If he points out the elephant in the room, as far as Dorian is concerned, it's fair. But if Judar is resigned, that's fair as well.]

Honestly, it isn't as though the dead are dead. If you must know, I think they may have the better of circumstances.

[douchemag]

[What elephant in the room, he has no idea what this is??? (Because he's a moron who hasn't figured out shit yet whoops.)]

Wait, hold up, what? Are you talking about those weird...moving corpses? 'Cause that sure as hell didn't look like better to me.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, they're all lazing about gossiping about us with lovely ship captains, I'm given to understand. The shambling corpses seems a small part of it.

[douchemag]

[squinting at him]

Are you fucking with me right now? 'Cause that sounds like a whole lot of bullshit to me.

[tevinteriscoming]

I'm not fucking with you. They write us every week. Last week, they left voice messages.

[antagonize]

[Just. Slides a glass of something decidedly alcoholic Judar's way.]

Bottoms up. If we're gonna be stuck here waiting for the AI to execute you, we might as well be drunk for it.

[douchemag]

[Let's assume Jason miraculously grabbed peach liquor because it's the only thing he drinks. Not that Judar normally drinks that much anyway, but fuck it, what's the worst that can happen now?]

Didn't poison this, did you? [But he tosses it back anyway.] And the whole point in getting the vote over with now is so we don't have be stuck waiting. There's gotta be something better we can do with our time left today other than this.

[antagonize]

Not much point in poisoning you if you're already going to die, is there?

[Shrugs!! And maybe pours another one. If they're fucked, they might as well be drunk.]

You say that, but I don't think Alice would be benevolent enough to let us out of this room before 9PM. Not even if we all cast our votes before that. It doesn't suit her whole machiavellian attitude.

[douchemag]

Hey, aliens are fucking dicks. Maybe they'd find poisoning a dead guy walking hilarious. [JUST LIKE HE WOULD...god]

Just say we have to go investigate shit to solve this mystery. There's a ton of rooms that need searching, we need everyone left to go help. And who knows how long that'll take?

[bloodteller]

[ guess who is dressed in her dumb godhood robes. she's clearly got a pair of jeans on, though, and sneakers, to boot.

also wow that sure is a machete next to her?? and that sure is a bag with possibly every kitchen knife ever in it over her shoulder. golly. ]

What happened to defying fate? Are you giving up? Didn't you give me some kind of stupid speech about this? How dare you.

[douchemag]

[You know, he's not even going to blink at this. It's not like he hasn't known how psycho Yuno can be from the first day they've met.]

I'm not volunteering to die for any of the assholes here, there's a huge difference. What do you want me to do, pretend I totally didn't kill Hat Lady and blame someone else instead? I'm a pretty decent actor, but even I can't lie that well.

[bloodteller]

[ no one should be blinking about this the other pinkie in the room has a laser scythe ]

I know you're not! I know you're not! You protected all of us! But you're definitely as good as dead, now...

But I'm not letting them take you from me. We're going to get off this ship and -- you'll come watch a variety show with me at home. You will. You have to, Judar, you have to...

[ there's no hesitance in her movements when a knife is quickly shoved deep into the conference room table. ]

I'll make it happen.

[douchemag]

I didn't protect anyone except myself! [DON'T DOXX HIM LIKE THIS YUNO NOT COOL] Stupid, anyway. Non-fatal spells weren't exactly anything I ever bothered learning.

[Okay, he does jump at the knife though.]

Uh...should I be worried right now?

[bloodteller]

You? No way! Everyone who votes for you has no reason to worry, either. I'll make it quick for them.

[ YUNO? ]

[douchemag]

[YU...NO...? See, if he was actually a good person, this would be the part where he tells her no of course she can't do that!! That's terrible!!

But because he's an asshole, he just stares at her for a moment before he bursts into helpless but genuine laughter. There's no mocking edge to it here, even though he's well aware that killing anyone who votes for him would still do absolutely nothing to prevent his own execution. It's just the sound of someone who's just heard a hilarious joke - because that's what this is, after all. It's not like he hasn't been seriously just killing enough people so they can't even hold anymore trials at this point, so hearing someone else say it over his sake strikes him as absolutely hysterical.

And then, caught in a moment of weakness from the first break he's had from being furious about this situation all day, he reaches over and affectionately ruffles her hair. SOMEONE KILL HIM NOW BEFORE HE REALIZES WHAT HE'S DOING END HIS SUFFERING]