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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[socloverit]

[She needs a moment—it's more effort than she thinks it might be worth, and they don't really have anything left between them without a goal in mind, do they?]

...We did.

[And she lightly bumps Yuno's fist with her own, sounding just as tired but maybe a little less miserable. In the end, they'd had the same ideas; set aside everything else if it meant they could keep their friend safe, do whatever it took. If nothing else at all, Clover can respect that.]

...Mind if I keep that knife? It's neat. ["neat" god clover DON'T YOU HAVE ENOUGH WEAPONS??????]

[bloodteller]

It was there for anyone to take, so it's your's if you want it. I don't mind. [ i mean her bag full of knives and god knows what else is by the parlor door. hopefully no one steps...on it... HAHAHAHA... ]

You're not really steady with the scythe, though. You don't use things bigger than you often. [ and yuno raises her glass to her lips before she continues in a light tone. ]

You should learn. We're going to need you.

[socloverit]

[YUNO THAT'S SUCH A BAD PLACE TO KEEP A BAG OF KNIVES???? but Clover nods. the knife is hers now it's part of her arsenal. god.

but she glances up and then away at the next bit, resting her head on her folded arms again, not quite lifting her face enough to keep what she says next from being muttered.]

Didn't get a whole lot of time to practice. [what with Arumat getting fuckin murdered. But as she goes on, she sounds sincere.] I'll practice harder, then.

[bloodteller]

[ honestly, yuno's knife skills are top notch and she's capable of wielding shit twice her size. also she can fend off five adult men at once with only her hands, so, after a moment of deliberation: ]

You lift it too much with your arms. You have more strength in your legs, so if you shift your balance, it'll help. [ yuno flexes her own arms to demonstrate: ] My arms aren't where I keep my strength, but they know how to move when I'm ready to.

[socloverit]

[Weeks ago, stubborn and ever-independent Clover would have been infuriated just by the prospect of some kid younger than her trying to critique her murdering skills, but at this point, weirder shit has happened? Whatever? And anyway you don't just desecrate the shit out of a corpse like that if you don't know what you're doing, so Clover moves to prop her head up in her hand, quietly attentive.]

...Maybe you can show me later. Another time. [when they aren't all drowning their sorrows]

[bloodteller]

[ hey, clover's got a mean kick. they could both use each other for training. yuno can show her how to cleanly sever a head and clover can show her how to knock in doors. ...one of these things is a little less criminal than the other. ]

Maybe when the lights are on and we aren't relying on a glowing sword for a way to see. [ NO OFFENSE CLOVER BUT THAT THING IS TERRIFYING AND SHOULD NOT BE COMING CLOSE TO YUNO'S NECK IN THE DARK TBH... ]

You're not drinking your's. Do you not like it?

[socloverit]

[THAT'S FAIR? THAT'S DEFINITELY FAIR. THE LIGHTSABER MOOD LIGHTING IS COOL AND ALL BUT NOT GOOD FOR SCYTHE SWINGING

so she nods because again, yeah, that's legit, then takes a moment to register what the other thing Yuno's talking about is. right, she just totally forgot about her drink??]

Oh. I haven't tried it. [And so as long as she's something vaguely resembling sat up, she takes the glass and tries a sip, and immediately pulls a face.] Nope, never mind, I don't like it.

[bloodteller]

[ not even going to hesitate when she slides her glass over tbh. yuno's not the sort to share but no one should be left out of the drunken mess the group is at this point?? ]

It's honey wine and cherry juice. It's really sweet, you can't even taste the alcohol.

[ she's only slightly lying, you'll know you're drinking an Adult Drink but it's easy enough to chug... ]

You earned it.

[socloverit]

[Smiling isn't really a thing Clover does anymore, and especially not now after everything these last few hours were, but Clover's expression softens into something sort of friendly. Maybe it's poisoned, who cares, she's drinking it anyway.]

Most of us have. [That means Yuno, too.] ...Good choice. Thanks.

[bloodteller]

[ nope. not poisoned, definitely not. for once that's not sarcasm, either: yuno's got no reason to poison clover. she's not stealing dave, and she's up for lopping heads off for judar. on top of that she's complimenting her?? do you know how starved for attention yuno is. my god.

she blushes a little, and ducks behind a hand, because. wow. someone just kind of said she did good? she was good enough?? she doesn't hear that often enough. why is clover giving yuno positive attention this is the LAST THING this ship needed. ]

I-- I can mix you another if you want it. I think the only way any of us are sleeping is through a drunken stupor...

[socloverit]

[listen she is no stranger to just turning into a puppy who's just been praised even time she receives approval but this is some intense delight happening over drink choices!!! and it's kind of charming so Clover's just enabling it.]

Probably, yeah. That'd be nice.

[nuke the ship NUKE THE SHIP]