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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TIME TO GET DRUNK

[tevinteriscoming]

[After the fuel reserve has been suitably destroyed, they can all meet back in the parlor. Everyone is a little shell shocked, a lot psychologically traumatized, and they're locked out of their rooms. Time to bust out the hard stuff.

Feel free to sub-top level below this post with whatever your character is up to.]

[tevinteriscoming]

A. 6:30-ish

[As soon as they get to the parlor, he's pulling out some of the alcohol that they apparently still have in bottles in here.]

I'd say choose your poison, but, well...

B. Later.

[On the other hand, much later, he can be found sitting at the foot of one of the couches with a bottle of brandy in one hand, talking to no one in particular.]

Not too impressive, really. I've been on the end from more scathing remarks for using the wrong dinner fork. [Cool Dorian, you're going a great job convincing all of us.]

b

[antietam]

[ Adam has been worried about Dorian since he saw his reaction, but hasn't really wanted to bring it up. When he hears him talking to himself... might as well. ]

Don't tell me you've seen this all before? [ An awkward smile. ] That was awful brave of you.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, near enough. Demons are always the same. [He's a little too drunk to realize Adam isn't actually buying it.] You can't give them the satisfaction of letting it affect you, it only gives them more power.

[As for bravery, he doesn't have much to say to that.] You don't listen to them. You don't let them talk. You just. Kill them.

b

[douchemag]

Right? I've had worse visions from a twelve year old kid than from her.

[No, he's clearly bullshitting, this is definitely not the finest acting he's ever done here.]

B

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I always hated learning the differences for those. A fork's a fork, it shouldn't matter so long as I'm not shoving my face in the plate.

[is... that an attempt at a joke, adrien... because it's Bad. he doesn't really want to talk about the Queen-- you know your life sucks when even the evil alien entities try to parent you-- and yet he's still curious what everyone else went through. curiosity killing the cat etc]

[chiseler]

Early in the evening

[Earlier in the evening once everybody's been settled in the parlor and he's done a headcount (and a second one, and a third count to be sure) he eventually finds a bottle and a couple of shot glasses. He uses just a little bit of light from the tablet to see what he's doing, pouring a few shots before turning to whoever's closest.]

To a shitty kind of victory?

[Don't mind him if he's already downing his. Hope you're ready to catch up.]

Later

[He's propped up against a wall mostly by himself, somehow losing Adam in the dark and he's staring straight ahead with a different bottle in his hand. He's quiet, occasionally taking a drink straight from the bottle as he ponders to himself.]

...I didn't think it would be like this. [Please feel free to ask what he's talking about.]

Etc.

[Luke's an irresponsible adult, please assume he's full of even worse ideas and regret this evening.]

[antietam]

[ At some point, they migrate to a more secluded part of the parlor like they're readying for bed but not quite. He's been letting Luke do what he needs to in order to make himself feel better while Adam watches the others drown their sorrows. He can't really judge them even if he doesn't partake.

When they settle down, Adam sits close and leans against him. ]

Hey. [ He's not sure if he wants to talk, so it's an offer to sit in amicable silence or not. ]

early

[tevinteriscoming]

The shitty kind is the only kind of victory worth drinking to, frankly. The good victory parties are always such dull affairs. The speeches are too serious and everyone crawls out of the woodwork to start writing their memoirs.

[He'll keep up, don't worry. Doing a shot, too. Kind of an acknowledgement, he'd rather bury the hatchet here. If he'd seemed angry yesterday or this morning, well, a lot has happened since and it's hard to care.]

early in the evening

[bloodteller]

[ yeah not even gonna pretend here, yuno's grabbing a shot glass, pinching her nose (just like hancock taught her), and downing that shot like no one's business.

once she's done, she holds up a fist. pound it, castellan. ]

Is it a victory? I don't know, but the fire was nice to set off.

early

[douchemag]

[He laughs, somewhere between hysteria and just completely drained, and raises his glass.]

I'll drink to living. Even though we're probably all fucked now.

later

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[like any good cat, Adrien shows up quietly when you least expect him]

What would be like this?

[socloverit]

earlyish
[so that was

wow

and she's right back into her usual cycle of throwing out all her energy at once and now she's exhausted herself again, one bout of maniacally cackling while causing rampant destruction later. There are a few people she wants to see and she'll find them if they don't find her first, but right now, she's got her head rested where her arms are folded on a table, every now and again moving to swirl a small glass of something she picked because the bottle was pretty without actually drinking it. She wants to push past the freshly-relived trauma, to prove the queen wrong, but she can't even find it in her to stand, can't find it in her to think herself pathetic for this.]


later
[With their numbers dwindled like this, it probably won't take long to realize someone's missing from the shitty parlor sleepover. Given that most places have been locked up, it probably won't take especially long for the especially curious to find Clover in the conference room, sunk low in the chair she's sitting in, occasionally bringing up her datapad before remembering she ought to conserve the battery and setting it aside again. Just about anyone who comes in gets the closest thing to a glare she can manage, which, unfortunately, is actually pretty far off.]

early

[bloodteller]

[ yuno and clover don't really have any kind of friendship and with judar alive and well, really, there's not much here. but yuno sets down her glass next to clover's, and slides into a seat next to her, still, her face blank but she's aware.

and then, slowly, she raises a fist, turning to clover. it's a dumb movement but dave's done it enough that she knows that people can connect with it. ]

We did it.

later

[douchemag]

[It takes him a while because he's pretty damn drunk right now, but eventually he'll notice Clover is missing and go wandering off to find her. He raises an eyebrow but doesn't seem at all fazed by her glare.]

Hey, hey, the hell are you doing here by yourself? Party's in the other room. [Not that he doesn't understand wanting to isolate yourself, especially after whatever the Queen showed her, but listen this is the best he can do at checking up on her.]

early

[tevinteriscoming]

[This is not a great idea. But. He keeps glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye from whatever part of the room he's in.]

later

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[it's time for clover to immediately regret rebefriending the cat, because when he notices her missing he tries to go find her. when he spots her he stays standing in the doorway of the conference room, as if unsure whether he should step forward]

Clover? Are you okay? [she probably can't see it because Darkness, but he makes a face at himself. are any of them okay? jfc, what an idiot.] I mean... Never mind.

[erythristic]

night.

[she's not drinking, unlike the other adults. she doesn't trust herself drinking right now, with the whirlwind of emotions surging in her, and she can't even say the children should keep themselves out of it. there's not even something like a blanket she can take to wrap herself in and stay warm. no, she's cold right now, and so unusually for her, she's curled up in a ball somewhere by some sort of light source that's not her datapad, and in the faint light, is reading something over from her notebook.

honestly, she just assumes that no one wants to talk.]

???.

[when someone disappears from their small numbers, it shouldn't be that hard to figure out. true, she wants to do this when she thinks people are asleep, but the drinking and the darkness mean that she can misjudge when she slips out, leaving the door cracked so she can get back in later.

though, if someone decides to follow, the quiet of the ship lends itself to soft sounds being able to be traced. sounds that if followed, sound a lot like someone's trying to muffle laughing or sobbing. and at the end of it is Grell, her back against the door that would have led into the chapel. things like this, she couldn't do in front of everyone else. not when they needed her to be put together.]

[bloodteller]

[ but mom, you definitely want some honey wine and cherry juice, right? yuno's bringing a glass over for her. ]

How are you holding up?

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette's got a glass of wine, but she's only taken a sip and is otherwise listlessly staring out into darkness, sitting close to Adrien and checking to make sure he's still here every once in a while]

[Alien mom was such a dick :(]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Marinette, you're underage and therefore you shouldn't - no, just kidding, he doesn't give a shit. He's had a little to drink, but not much yet; it's sometimes a little hard to tell with him how drunk he is.]

I don't blame you for nursing it; it's a poor vintage. [He knows that's not what she's doing, just trying to break the ice.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[holding her free hand in his and leaning against her. he's untransformed because whatever he probably threw a cataclysm in the fuel reserve room]

What's on your mind?

[he doesn't want to push her to talk, but her silence is kind of freaking him out, so]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Earlier]

[Well, she's here, and she's going to drink. She opts to skip the wine and goes for something harder. She's discovered whiskey and is definitely helping herself to some one the rocks. Look, it says fireball, so it must be perfect for her. She's the firewall, after all.]

Here's to not getting another person killed this week, and to me for being excellent as always. And to Fiona, who didn't deserve that.

[She's not shy about that, at least.]

[Later]



Arbok!

[She's sitting alone in another room. She presses the button on her Pokéball to release him, and the Pokéball opens...the red light inside, though, it doesn't shoot out. It stays inside, and then the ball slams shut. Arbok is choosing not to come out.]

Arbok, please! I don't want this!

[She doesn't want to be alone—

Wherever she is, there's a paper next to her datapad and Todomatsu's phone, and she's been crying.]

earlier

[tevinteriscoming]

If you're going to give me three things to drink to, you're going to force me to pour three drinks.

[Not that he minds. Pouring himself another shot of whatever he's drinking to go along with her whiskey.]

Which one first, then? Your excellence strikes as a fitting opening toast.

later

[socloverit]

[Ah yes, the avoid everyone else game, Clover knows it well!! And yet she's surprised to find anyone else deciding to ditch the sad drunk party. Not really knowing how Pokéballs work except that Arbok's inside that thing(???), she watches it slam shut and worries.]

Jessie? ...Is he okay?