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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. |
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Rulebook
Voting
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[She tries to release him again. The same thing happens; the Pokéball slams itself shut. Arbok clearly doesn't want to come out, and Jessie's never seen him like this.
She collapses back into her seat, the ball remaining in her hands.]
Pokémon can do that, you know. They can choose not to come out. We carry them in these things because it's convenient, but ever since that monster got to him, he refuses to come out and speak to me.
[And while she was happily drinking (more loudly than most, blessed be their day of saving Judar), her voice is shaky when she talks to Clover.]
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Arbok? It really is me. ...Can he hear me? [She sure hopes so because otherwise she's gonna look stupid as hell talking to a weird laser sphere!! But her voice is quiet and careful.] Um. We don't have to, like, go anywhere or do anything. I just wanna see you. Make sure you're okay, y'know?
[NAH SHE STILL FEELS STUPID AS HELL TALKING TO A SNAKE]
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[Jessie's voice is still quieter than it should be, and she's angry at herself for that. This week, more than any other, she's reminded of how alone she is without James and Meowth. She's just relieved she grabbed that paper next to her from her room and carried it with her. She doesn't know if the scanner will open at this point.
She holds out her hand, lets the ball rest firmly in her palm, but it doesn't move. It doesn't even wiggle apologetically. Jessie sighs yet again.]
Whatever that alien said to him must've really scared him. She's going to pay for that. No one is allowed to touch or hurt Arbok here.
[She'd said the same thing to the Elizabeth alien.]
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It really hurt him, too... [She's been relieved to know it wasn't just her after the panic of having something wrong in her head, but it shouldn't have happened at all, and Arbok absolutely doesn't deserve that shit.] That thing's got a lot to pay for, for sure. [But in all her exhaustion, it doesn't sound as vicious as it should.
She glances towards the Pokéball again, concerned.] ...It's okay. Sometimes you just don't wanna deal with anyone if you're hurt, huh? I get it. [She thinks of what the queen told her and of Jessie hurting because of Arbok's isolation and Clover worries that she might have done the same to her friends, too.]
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[But she agrees that the freakish eye monster has a lot it needs to be punished for. She places a gloved hand on Clover's shoulder, gently patting her. It's as much of a "thank you" as she can give right now.]
If he needs time, I suppose all we can do is give it to him. He'll snap out of it, just like we all have.
[Not a day goes by that she doesn't think about just laying somewhere and thinking about all the horrible things that have happened, even if she's more proactive and cheery than most.]
Even if he's hurting, I think he must still be happy. I don't think he's ever had so many friends before.