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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Comments

[antagonize]

[What a beautiful, heartbreaking friendship(?) they have. Bonding over a need to express their anger via mass destruction of property and/or cutting fucker who dares be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. They are truly the best. Good choices were made when it was decided that two, very traumatized teens should wield some of the most dangerous weapons on the ship.

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.]

[socloverit]

[honestly i keep trying to add to the sassy sarcasm up here but i just keep laughing harder every single time i read that paragraph good god why was this allowed to happen why was ANY of this allowed to happen????? at least...they have each other......maybe

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]