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cradleproject2016-08-21 10:49 am
al2955) wrote in cradleproject2016-08-21 10:49 am
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
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[This is all hypothetical, but the fact that either of them are defensive on the point that the ability to spread infection could be used to infiltrate the clears they have is alarming.]
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[ He shrugs casually, all annoying, smug confidence, ]
Like, let me just be honest for the record here. You're not one of the ones I've cleared. I've got no idea whether you're infected or not. So. My inklings, they're just gonna be that until I'm wayyyy more sure I can trust you with more. No offense, of course. Know that if you're infected, you don't know it.
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He takes a moment, where he's clearly weighing something he wants to say. His lip curls up a little with amusement, but after a moment, he seems to think better of it. He's decent enough at maintaining a light tone whatever his obvious feelings.]
I wouldn't dream of asking you to compromise the security of your information networks. Fortunately, I'm not stupid enough to believe that I would know if I were infected, so you needn't worry.
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No, no, c'mon, I know that's not what you wanna say at all. So, come on. Lay it all out. Because, really, I've been thinking. It's kinda weird, y'know? You seem to take issue with me having this role. And, gotta say, not unfair, really? I mean- [ Jack laughs again, short and sharp ] I mean, it's really gotta piss you off that the guy that murdered someone and got awa— Ohhhh, no, wait, does that piss you off? Because that sounds like a real familiar story. At least. So far as I'm hearing it. But, yeah, gotta be frustrating that a guy like that is the one hunting down our neighborhood parasites. Real frustrating, but also way more frustrating than everyone else seems to find it. Just an observation.
[ He tilts his head slightly, and there's a sense that he's watching Dorian more than than anything else. ]
But, hey! I'm not one to judge! I'm a pretty straightforward guy, so let me just make another thing clear. I think you're hiding something. And all things considered? That's kind of bad from where I stand, pumpkin.
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[Jack is dangerous; he's known that for a while. At any other point, he would follow his own common sense and not antagonize him further. But he's angry enough already. Where has common sense ever gotten him, anyway.]
If you'd like to discuss what precisely pisses me off, and other such keen observations, happy to accommodate. I should mention that I really don't think you'd like me to do it here. But I've no particular preference, so it's up to you.
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So. Next time, Dorian. ]