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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Comments

[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.

[douchemag]

[Well...the idea of reincarnation and souls isn't unfamiliar to him, but they're usually never that direct.]

You mean those things are real? I thought it was just some kind of sick joke!

[tevinteriscoming]

They might be a sick joke. It certainly seems more likely, and yet, I believe them to be real. You may find yourself able to evade further trials and possession via large cockroach. If it turns out to be true, please give the Bull and Adelina my best, and the AI in charge of matters at Nuwa my worst.

[He's clearly trying to give Judar at least a little hope, but on the other hand, he means it, in a way. It would be in so many ways easier to be there right now, instead of here.]

[douchemag]

[Yeah, Judar's layers and layers of cynicism means that this whole 'hope' thing is a very unfamiliar concept to him judging by the very dubious look he's giving Dorian right now.]

I dunno, sounds even more boring over there than here. Anyway, if they really can talk to us, then you can give Bull your best yourself! I'm not a delivery service!

[thanks asshole]

[tevinteriscoming]

[That's okay, you asshole. He doesn't mind, in fact, he laughs.]

It's an expression. My best isn't something I'd use couriers to convey. Neither is my worst, for that matter.