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]

[He just stares at her blankly for a few moments before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.]

All right, ugh, you don't have to keep pestering me about it! I'll figure out another way if it means you'll stop bugging me!

[because apparently dying isn't enough to get him fired up but GETTING AWAY FROM EMOTIONS SURE IS]

[socloverit]

[For a second he just gets the most dumbfounded look because?? care about things that aren't just getting her to shut up???? TRY SINCERITY FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU'RE SO RESIGNED TO DIE ANYWAY????]

...Okay, okay, I will—if you're holding up your end of the deal, too. [spoilers he's going to have to deal with her emotions all trial anyway, she's like a couple minutes away from having a meltdown at the AI while still just sitting right next to him, good luck Judar]

[douchemag]

[LOOK SHE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL THAT HE CARES ABOUT HER THIS MUCH AT ALL TO ACTUALLY TRY FOR HER SAKE]

Got it, got it. It'd be stupid as fuck if I died here anyway for such a bullshit reason. Didn't even get a halfway decent fight out of that alien.

[socloverit]

[SHE IS BUT ALSO YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS ASSHOLE!!!!!

but she folds her arms and sinks in her chair a bit, tired out from all that panicking.]

Yeah, it would be, so you can't. You're not gonna.

...Or I'm making good on my threat from before. [they had a deal and she will doxx him right here JUDAR THE WAR HERO if she jokes about it now that he's not just giving up maybe things will be okay????]