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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[unasking]

[ . . . . . for fuck's sake.

There's a moment of internal turmoil because if he'd like to prevent these teenagers from seeing dead bodies in detail, he'd love to but then there's the realization that if there are more murders occurring on this ship, they need to be prepared so they aren't put in additional danger or get hurt. So he's pausing to lay the body back down on the table and the aura disperses, but not before he stands in front of Marinette in all his 6'4" human wall glory.]

If you can't handle it, I'm removing you from the room immediately, understand? And then I want you to find something else to help with without feeling ashamed, because it's alright if you can't immediately handle things like this.

Are we clear?

[missmaladroite]

[She's like five foot two so that is one very large human wall. Marinette blinks rapidly when the aura disperses and looks about ready to do something--- but then the dad voice shuts her right up and has her fidgeting in place like she's been sent to the principal's office or something. She feels so scolded.]

Y-Yes, Monsieur Frankenstein, very clear.... I can handle it, I promise.

[Countdown until she doesn't handle it]

[unasking]

[Definitely scolded.

But considering the fact that he is both a principal and a makeshift dad, it is what it is So he's going to nod and - well, he has no idea whether to expect if she can handle it or not. Even children can be very resilient in some cases.

So he's going to step off to the side, standing next to her and allowing her to view the corpse and those stab wounds in full.

good luck, Marinette]

[al2955]

[wow marinette gross

Anyway, with Calino's body now turned over, they can see that her back is lightly bruised. Congrats Franken, looks like your dead naked girl fetish came in handy.]

[missmaladroite]

[She's starting to look a little green, but she perseveres!! For now.]

Bruising... on the back?

[Where are the bruises, specifically? What do they look like in more detail? Marinette's drifting closer, foolishly]

[unasking]

[Honestly he's prepared to catch Marinette at this point, but he'll continue his work if she's not losing it immediately. He'll lay the body more properly on its front and observe the bruises.

Are they in any specific shape? Can it be deciphered how hard the body impacted against something based on their color and size?]

[al2955]

[The bruising is rather light, the skin only mildly discolored. It doesn't look like it's in any specific shape, but rather spread out over most of the top and some of the bottom half of her back.]

[missmaladroite]

[Reaches out to touch and then recoils her hands!!]

... I wonder if this is from falling?

[unasking]

It could be, though I haven't quite deciphered what she'd fallen onto. There aren't any bumps on her head so it's not likely she impacted onto anything too hard. The ballpit perhaps?

[A pause.]

Touch her if you wish, Marinette, if you need medical gloves you may borrow mine. Or if you want to move the body, you may also direct me.