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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[al2955]

[As with Dorian, Judar's spell has no effect whatsoever save to gather the Queen's attention to himself.]

Ah, yes. What is it they call thee again? 'The power to grant miracles.' Something so minor as the destruction of a country - dost thou truly believe that is a miracle?

[And then Judar's slammed with the illusion of all his magic fully returning - and a feeling of complete helplessness that comes with it. He'll see himself with a at the heights of power he's never reached before, entire planets and galaxies crumbling at a gesture - and a weapon, always a weapon, nothing more than a weapon. A sick parody of a loving mother, crooning gently in his ear and pointing him at what she wants destroyed, as he obeys mindlessly and without question, with no goals save hers because wasn't this always what he was meant to be? Nothing but a tool, a vessel for the limitless amount of magic within him?

Whether here or home, there has never been any escape from the destiny he's been saddled with since birth.]

Under Our guidance, thou shall achieve more miracles than even any in your world could possibly imagine.

[douchemag]

[Welp...he was expecting physical retribution, but definitely not anything like this. As soon as the Queen releases him, he's staggering back and clutching his head, a desperate scream rising to his throat.]

Get out of my mind!

[As much as he wishes he could be cool and collected immediately afterwards, nope. Judar's visibly shaking badly, looking about two seconds away from throwing up - he looks far worse than he did yesterday after Fiona shot him. Physical pain is one thing and also certainly not something he handles well, but this is an all too familiar sensation that he had absolutely no desire to ever relive again.

When he manages to get the breath back for it, he still weakly snarls defiance, though it's certainly not as strong as it could be.]

I got away from her, I'm not letting another shitty old bitch use me either! I'll destroy this entire ship before I let myself be bound to you, so take your shitty destiny and shitty miracles and shove it up your ass!