WEEK 1 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (40) 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. At 7PM, the trial will adjourn for the day. All players will be escorted by the robots into the cafeteria. From there, they're free to head into the lounge, the viewing deck, the chapel, or back to their rooms. All other areas of the ship have been locked off, and every player will be accompanied by a robot until they return to their room for the night. Any attempts to enter a locked off room or physically interfere with the trial or evidence outside of their room will cause the robot to raise a ship-wide alarm.

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Comments

[al2955]

The Rulebook reads, "Individual pieces of evidence will be retrieved and displayed in the meeting room during trials, so participants do not have to worry about recovering said evidence. Pocketing evidence is prohibited." The latter part of this rule was accidentally broken by Dave Strider, however the healing serum was retrieved. As I have reported initially, there are punishments for rule breaking.

Dave Strider's punishment is to know he has broken a rule, and carry this dark misdeed with him until the end of his days.

[ Is she joking? Maybe. It was only a reminder to adhere to the rules of the game, as Dave's rule breaking was a small, genuine mistake rectified immediately. ]

[missmaladroite]

[She seems really relieved he isn't being punished, in any case]

So.. he's not in trouble anymore? Because it's all fixed now?

Is there footage of the ship? Or... is there a way to verify who was in their rooms at night or not?

[al2955]

I apologize, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but I cannot interfere in the game. As such, any viewing feeds I have access to are locked.

[ From participants, that is. Looks like you don't get the easy way, Marinette! ]

[missmaladroite]

But how can we solve the cast if we're lacking evidence? Surely, if we review the tapes themselves, it wouldn't be you interfering?

[al2955]

You do not lack imagination, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

[ There's a pause, here, as if she's waiting for the audience laughter to die down at a stand gig. Really, AL-2955? ]

You have used it to imagine a scenario in which granting viewers access to my security feeds would not be interfering. It is advisable that you use this imagination to conjure up the solution to this trial instead. It would be invaluable.

[parodeity]

[ HE'S SORRY HE FORGOT THE RULEBOOK FOR 2 SECONDS IN THE FACE OF MURDER but no just this face

stop shaming him ai ]

[muties]

Dark misdeed my ass. [ mumbled

SHE BETTER BE JOKING otherwise roxy is Offended her boy is a good kid leave him alone ]

Got my eye on you, Al. Watchin' you. Don't go punishin' my kid for nothin. [ points at eyes, points at you. she may also be joking. somewhat. maybe. ] I'll fight you at a bake sale or whatever momly people do to fight.

[al2955]

As his mother, I believe human traditions would make you partially responsible for Dave Strider's rule breaking, Roxy Lalonde. For that reason, you will also be punished with the knowledge that your son has broken a rule. His dark misdeed is heavy, and I trust you, as his mother, will not permit him to break more rules in the future.

There are presently no bake sales on the Pygmalion at the moment. However, you are welcome to start one.

[ She is totally joking. There is no way she is not joking. ...But what if she isn't?? ]

[muties]

[ g a s p oh no u didn't, this is such a burn ]

You bet your sweet ass I will, Al, I'll bake sale your watery ass right off. [ she will do no such thing, she can't bake and are there even ovens here ] And you, miss thing, can live with the dark misdeed of throwin' dark misdeeds around like candy. Chump change candy without wrappers. Gutter candy. Candy found in the dumpster outside the annual county bake sale that all the moms congregate at to fight to the death with confectioneries made with their stainless steel appliances they picked up Sears half-off over memorial day weekend while their office worker husbands grilled moobeasts in their well-manicured backyards. Candy just short of the American dream, bitch.

[ she's not sure where she meant to go with this metaphor but it sure didn't go there ]