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WEEK 11 - TRIAL
| 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. |
Setting
Rulebook
Voting
no subject
[She's trying to find fury and fire and focus but Clover—she's leaning forward in her seat next to Judar, hands heavy on the table but not entirely able to stand up—she's already lost so much, she's so scared, she's so tired. Her voice quavers while she's screaming.]
She was—was still moving when she set the fire. There's no way it didn't kill her, there's—she would've had to bleed out but the fire would have been faster, there's no way her heart wasn't still beating, e-even just a little..!
[she's for sure just desperately bullshitting she doesn't know if that's how it works]
no subject
[ stop saying yo to people, yuno.
but she still feels kind of bad about voting for luke as a last resort last week, so.
she's walking up to clover in her shitty godhood robes and a bandaged arm, clutching the over a foot long machete why is this allowed ]
I'm going to vote for you, but it's a throwaway vote. We've got the same goal here, right? So you get why I'm doing that. If I was up there, I'd ask you to do the same.
no subject
That's stupid. [Although she doesn't sound especially angry about it? Mostly just annoyed.] If we've got the same goal we should be making the same vote, and I'm not just throwing mine away.
[#scapegoat adam 29whatever]
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[ like, honestly. it's pointless death. yuno frowns. she's pretty violent, but it's only when she feels it's necessary. clover hasn't gone around chopping heads off at random, so she has a hunch that she'd agree. ] If we scatter the votes, then it's at random, but I don't think anyone else will vote for you, so it seems safest.
[ and that's an honest admission. ]
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This is bullshit. I said that already, but— [And she glances at Judar next to her, annoyance fading for a moment when fear resurges.] If—if there's nothing we can do, if Ass Lice can't be stopped like this, then...someone's going to die. If you don't want it to be Judar, it has to be someone else. There's no way to do it but get hopefully six votes on the same person. It's too easy to lose that if everyone leaves it up to chance instead of actually trying.
[Annoyed as she is, her voice drops as she goes; she doesn't have it in her to sound so vicious or firm as she'd like.]
no subject
[ just a cold fact, there. this is the worst trial. ]
You're right. This is bullshit, and I won't say it's not smarter to skew the votes. ...It is.
[ it sucks admitting that, but her emotions are high. two people she likes are potentially on the chopping block and she can't vote for them, but they all know the right answer here. ]
But I'm not a stranger to making alliances. [ the machete is traded for a particularly large kitchen knife, and she places it on the table, pushing it toward clover. ] Neither of us like each other, but we have a mutual interest. If we pull this off, I'll scratch your back, too.
[ if clover accepts, she'll go along with it. ]