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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
downstairs.
You heard them! Move.
[it's an order that will take not a single ounce of dissent, and already she's on her way out of the room, jumping into the elevator shaft without hesitation so she can force open the doors on the lower level for everyone else.
if you don't trust your rope or parkour skills, jump and murdermom will catch you. this is a promise, but as soon as you're all down we have to go to the fuel room. run like a fire's at your heels.]
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Well, he fucked that up. Stabbing the eye was not a priority over preventing her from unleashing similar damage on the children.]
Marinette, Adrien -- [They're closest, and Grell has already run off, so he'll shout to the two of them. He grasps Marinette, who seems more out of it, by the arm, but when she doesn't react immediately, he'll hoist her up under his arm, and then look to Adrien.]
Let's go.
[We running for the elevator shaft!]
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[He seemed in shock as he listened to the dead following the Queen's Funtime Adventures, but Dorian calling for him after is enough to snap him out of it. he's grabbing his own staff and putting it back, scampering behind Dorian and wondering what the fuck has he missed why is marinette knocked out. what. the fuck???]
Ladybug-- Marinette, snap out of it!
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[She's completely still and tensed up as Dorian grabs her, but once he's hauling her away, she starts to snap out of it]
We need to--- the eye, it's--- we have to---
[Well, sort of]
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She hasn't many tricks beyond passive aggression and visions, at any rate.
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He's looking around the room before making his leave, spotting Clover frozen where she stands. It takes him a second to stride over to where she is, and then he's grabbing her wrist, dragging her towards the elevator shaft.]
Get your scythe ready. We're destroying the fucking fuel reserve and getting rid of that son of a bitch now.
[He's ready to go. Let him destroy shit. Let him take his anger out on things that deserve it. Let this be their group therapy experience.]
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She practically jumps a foot in the air at the touch but it grounds her again, throws her back to the reality of the situation and it's hard to focus through the fullness of that same silence but she absolutely catches the promise of fucking shit up and she quite literally lives for that.]
Wa-wait— [She just needs to grab her bitchy kite, i.e. Judar, because he's still injured and she's not losing him, too; she's hauling him with her absolutely everywhere. But she's got her scythe and the rest of her weapons and she is ready to destroy the fucking fuel reserve. Tears are still spilling down her face but her eyes are resolute, sharp and furious.]
Let's go.
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He stops in front of the elevator shaft, letting go of her wrist. He doesn't linger there for long, but before he parkours all the way down like the vigilante freak of nature he is, he glances at her. Glances at Judar. Glances back at her.]
If your meat balloon doesn't save you from landing on your ass, I'll catch you. Can't have you breaking every bone in your body before we get the job done.
[AND WITH NO FURTHER ADO, HE'S HEADING DOWN. TIME TO WRECK SHIT.]
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but that grounds her, too; sass comes so easily to her that she can roll her eyes at him without even having to think about it. The huff that follows ends up more like a sniff, but points for effort.]
He doesn't get a passenger, so get ready.
[and she wipes her eyes so she can see what she's doing and LEAPS DOWN THE ELEVATOR SHAFT WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN TRUST FALL, JASON]
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But, no. That isn't happening. Jason will make sure to catch her if it's needed. He'll even gently set her down on the ground and everything. He's such a gentleman. Maybe. Probably not. Let's pretend he is for five seconds.
Anyway, yeah. He takes his lightsaber hilt out as they leave the elevator shaft, activating the weapon and gesturing towards the reserve room.]
Let's get this over with! [And then he's breaking out into a run.
R.I.P. Fuel Reserve room. The destructoteens are here.]
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There's fire in her eyes and her face starts to split into that violent, manic smile of hers; forcing herself past the stress of reliving those deaths and her helplessness and losing her brother, losing everything has shattered her again but she'll be damned if she won't slice something apart with the shards.]
Let's go!
[And she sprints down the bridge, leaps towards the orb, spins her whole body around to swing the scythe into it, and doesn't wait a second after she lands before she charges again.
The alien slayers are here and they've got some fucking slaying to do, rest in shitty pieces, fuel orb.]
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Which is to say, boy. Jason sure is laughing maniacally as he follows after her, cutting through the glass and taking a swing at the stupid orb. The lightsaber makes the expected sounds as it makes contact with the orb, and then again as he quickly moves to land another hit, destroying anything else that could be in the way. For all his anger, his hate, and the lump firmly stuck in his throat, his laughter only seems to intensify as sparks start to fly.]
Holy shit! This will never get old!
[Yeah. Maybe giving a pair of laser weapons to teens who need obvious psychological help wasn't... the best of ideas. But it's too late. No take-backsies. Now is the time to gently tenderize (read: wreck) the fuel orb while the rest of the survivors get here.]
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It's only once Jason's started laughing that she does, too, wicked grin growing wider and wider and a low sort of giggle rising into that same sort of wild laughter that came when she'd gone for the alien that killed Light. The queen was right; in Light's death and Arumat's and Machias's and Junpei's, in what will surely be Alice's and what was almost Judar's, she was and is absolutely useless and helpless and—and she buries it down so deep that all she has left to do is laugh.]
This was a good idea! This was a great idea! [SMASHING THE ORB APART, LUNGING AND KICKING OFF THE SIDE OF IT WHEN SHE GOES TO SWING THE SCYTHE INTO THE GLASS AGAIN, LAUGHING HORRIBLY THE WHOLE TIME, SHE APPRECIATES JASON]
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so by the time they get down there, the desctruoteens have done their thing, but it's time for fire. yuno's made sure that the two of them have impressively sized fireworks and a few smaller ones, and she's tossing her robe into the room to make sure the fire catches once the flammable shit's on it. ]
They're going to be stupidly fucking loud! Get ready for it, they really sound like a firework! And you need to throw them as hard as you can but if you can, go beyond your limit! The harder, the better! The whole fucking room has got to go!
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He's juggling fireworks in his hands and even so he's shoulder-to-shoulder with Adam and staring into the dark room with its glowing orb. Jason and Clover did a lot of good work, but he can't help the slightly manic smirk on his face appear at her warning.]
You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. [He looks to Adam.] You ready? [He's excited and reckless, ready to be unleashed and tear everything down...but he's desperate, too. He's desperate to do anything to try and save them all. If this is what the Captain said, well, he'll take it.]
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Wanna see who can throw the farthest? [ That's a challenge for all of them. He grins at Luke and winds his arm back, then throws as hard as he can, which is apparently quite a lot. The explosion that sounds shakes him entirely and it's pretty awesome. He's not waiting for them as he throws meticulously to destroy absolutely everything. ]
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[ we'll just assume yuno is tossing as much lighter fluid in this fucker as she can manage. in contrast to the two of them, she is pretty unhappy but look. what does fire fix. ]
But sure, they got stones in them, so let's make them skip. On the count of three good?
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But I think we're good. One....two...three. [And there's a wind-up and a pitch straight toward the orb, watching the firework sail into the dark. He's hoping all three of them will land and explode with a huge bang, really.]
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I can't believe we waited eleven weeks for this. [ To be fair, this might have destroyed them earlier but hey. He can dream. ]
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except they all knock into each other and thanks to the lighter fluid, there's a pretty nice explosion.
hopefully they were just as far back as yuno was when they tossed their fireworks.
she lets the fire go and spread for a moment, before yuno's shoulders fall with relief. ]
Thanks. Both of you.
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Of course. This is pretty much all we can do now, isn't it? I think we're both okay with this.
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For now, though, they can just enjoy the fire. ]
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Arbok, however, isn't so graceful, so he has to be carried in his Pokéball. She calls him back out at the bottom.]
It's time she prepared for mega trouble, so work double to burst her bubble!
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The ship halts in its tracks, all movement and momentum ceasing as it hangs dead in the air. There's the psychic sound of a furious scream that echoes in everyone's head for a full minute before it abruptly disappears.]