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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[douchemag]

[Judar's dinner is peaches. Peaches with what, you ask? Peaches with fucking nothing. It's just peaches. He seems happy enough devouring all of them though and even slips a few into his pockets for a midnight snack. He's keeping mostly to himself, but he won't say no if you join him (why would you join him) and even looks kind of excited not to be eating alone because he's sad as fuck.

Once he's done sucking at videogames and cursing loudly at Disney's Aladdin, he'll pull out his trump card against sleepovers. He hops on his enormous staff (not a metaphor), which promptly starts floating until it reaches near the ceiling of the room. Then he lies down on it and begins to nod off so he doesn't have to sleep with the plebeians.

...and then ten minutes later, he proceeds to promptly fall off and faceplant straight onto the ground. Way to go, asshole.]

[bloodteller]

[ halfway through aladdin: ]

...Are you cosplaying Jasmine?

[douchemag]

[Judar's just been cursing violently throughout this whole movie and shouting THAT'S NOT RIGHT AT ALL, but he's brought up short here.]

What? No! I came up with this outfit on my own - since this movie's based on Aladdin, clearly she's the one dressing like me!

[...wait.]

[bloodteller]

[ UM... the color drains from her face for a moment ]

Are you in love with Aladdin? Judar...

[douchemag]

[He physically recoils from the suggestion and actually has to gag just at the idea.]

Gross, no! First of all, the real Aladdin's like twelve and a total pipsqueak, not some shirtless model! Plus he's a total brat and creepy as hell and I just hate him so much. I don't know where they're getting this story from, but everything about it is wrong!

[Granted, Judar's version of 'creepy' is basically everyone else's version of 'totally normal and well-adjusted'...]

[bloodteller]

Hold on a moment, please.

[ she raises a hand to pause the movie. the duo get an eyeful of a particularly ugly animation smear... ]

If this is based on you and Jasmine is dressed the same, but you hate Aladdin...

[ ... ]

Why are you dressed like a woman?

[ yuno is #problematic ]

[mnasthai]

Are peaches your favorite food? [ Kazuma can't help but notice all of them, and he understands love of a particular food as well. Maybe someone will finally understand why he loves hard-boiled eggs so much...]

[douchemag]

'Course they are, I wouldn't be eating something I hate! I have no idea where the heck they're getting peaches here, but thank fuck they are because I'd be going insane otherwise.

[implying he isn't already insane...]

[mnasthai]

[ He nods understandingly.]

I feel similar too, in a way. [ A beat.]

Do you only eat peaches?

[unasking]

[Upon watching Judar's plummet back down to the ground:]

Well, you tried.

[why the fuck didn't you catch him, Frankenstein]