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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[tevinteriscoming]

[Nope. He's not going to talk to it, or to wait for anyone else to talk to it. He slams his staff to the ground to hit that thing with chain lightning.]

[al2955]

[The lightning goes straight through the eye without affecting it at all. The iris turns to focus on him and a voice, singular this time but old as stars, sings into his head.]

The magister is quick to attack his Queen, We see. [There's a sensation in his head of something enormous inhaling close to him.] Yes, 'tis true thou hast power. Power that has been wasted, but no longer. We shall see thee rise to thy full potential.

[And then a vision unfolds in Dorian's head, so real it's as if he's living it: himself with all the magic in the world right at his fingertips, controlling time and all the elements with ease, using it to destroy planets and conquer civilizations and deliver them unto the queen with nothing but a sadistic smirk on his face. And then, intermingled with that, visions of his past: all the indulgences he's given into, all the wasted years of debauchery, all the temptations he could never say no to...

And below all that, a constant image: an all-too familiar Qunari, chained and shackled at the end of his leash.]

Ah...you are fond of your companion, We see. We are kind to Our children. Perhaps We shall grant him unto thee as a pet.

[tevinteriscoming]

[He's not expecting to make this out in one piece - he wouldn't have attached that thing if he weren't fully prepared to die doing so. Nonetheless, he's not expecting to be hit with that. He's been shown visions by demons before, but nothing so all consuming and vivid. Once it's done, he stands still for a moment, bracing himself against the ruined wall of the core, breathing heavily as he collects himself for one moment, remembering where he is and what's happening, fixating on which was real and which wasn't.

And then he looks back up with her with a disdainful sneer.]

Goodness, is that the best you can do? I've gotten nastier comments for wearing blue after summer solstice.

[Some might consider it enough to take their licks and end on some well executed false bravado but he is a mage on the edge with nothing to lose. And no mana, currently, but he's not letting that stop him step forward and try to slam the end of his staff blade directly through the eye.]

[al2955]

[The blade goes straight through the eye like a hologram. How ever she's doing this, it's clear the Queen is actually not physically present on the ship.

There's nothing but a sensation of cold amusement and a strange pride in his head.]

Thou art mistaken, child. We do not wish to see Our future children suffer. That vision was not to inspire fear, but an offering.

[And then Dorian will be slammed with images from his actual life. Not one of indulgences this time, but rather one of heroism. He'll be bombarded with all the times he ever tried to do the right thing - helping Felix, leaving Tevinter, joining the Inquistion - and the fallout. Alone, miserable, the death of his friend and hatred of all those surrounding him, for who could possibly trust the mage from Tevinter? Who could possibly befriend the snake in the grass, the traitor within?

And even on the ship as well, all his initial efforts for naught, all the bridges burned and the shattered relationships because of a single decision, because he was too selfish to bear seeing Iron Bull die. All the cold responses now, the glares from faces who had once been open and friendly, the guarded tension should he approach anyone. When has him doing what he believed was right ever mattered? It always ends in the same fate, whether in his world or this one.]

After all, nothing will change should you stay on your current path.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Oh, that one punches harder. He'll never be a wicked sneering magister, he won't let himself be that. But if that choice means always being so desperate and alone - how can he bear it. Can he bear it? Or will he continue to make nothing but selfish, desperate decisions to stave off the encroaching loneliness? ]

Oh, yes. Of course. [He spits the words out at her, angry now.] And surely being your mindless puppet is the better path. It really is uncanny, how well you've done to make me feel right at home. Let me guess, you've only my best interests in mind?

[He's gearing up for another immolate, but fortunately, at this point, his data pad sounds, snapping him out of it.]