WEEK TWO - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (2)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (38) 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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Comments

[jackhole]

[ hissing at her -- ]

Why don't I have anything to throw at you?

[missmaladroite]

[ROLLS HER EYES] You're the real suspicious one here!

[jackhole]

No, I'm not! I didn't do anything! At all!

[missmaladroite]

You tampered with the evidence, disrespected Monsieur Raleigh, called his--- [corpse, but she stumbles on that word] him attractive, and tried to cut yourself with something that could have been the murder weapon.

[jackhole]

[ shit ]

When you put it like that, it sounds awful! In reality, it's totally different. I stepped in the blood by mistake. Raleigh was attractive and his corpse wasn't even that mangled. I used the kunai on my hand to demonstrate that it was fake. I feel like there's a little bit of bias against me here, kid.

[missmaladroite]

[what bias]

[there's no bias here SHE LOVES RHYS HE'S A STAND UP GUY]

I'm telling it like it is! You're always blundering around and you have no impulse control! how did you know it was fake? Either you tested it without knowing, which is dangerous [and stUPID], or you knew already!

[jackhole]

[ just have the flattest expression and he goes oddly deadpan. seriously, marinette. ]

I know how knives work. Where I work, there are midget knife fights in the break room daily. If you upset a superior, they'll stab you and send you back to your desk while you're still bleeding. Sometimes if you're very, very lucky, when you're fired they'll send you to live in the desert and try not to be eaten by a skag instead of shooting you out of an airlock and letting you suffocate in space.

[ so, right. ]

I think I can tell a blunt knife from a sharp knife at first glance, maybe. That was probably the stupidest thing you could've possibly said to me.

[missmaladroite]

[That sounds fake, but okay]

...Sure. If you say so. But that doesn't change any of the other blundering or tampering. Or the fact that you tried to stab yourself with a weapon, regardless of whether it was blunt or not.

[obviously she knows it's not him if he wasn't initially on the list, but he's stupid!!! and he sucks!!]

[jackhole]

[ just throwing his hands in the air here, my god. why are you so hung up on this, tiny teen? ]

It would've healed!

[ ugh for crying out loud ]

[missmaladroite]

[because!!! he's trying to act like it was a normal thing to do!! Rhys is either really stupid or suspicious or both but Marinette ain't having it]

[But Jack smacked him, so]

Is it finally starting to sink in?

[jackhole]

[ aghhhkjjsdhkjh ]

I don't like this whole being ganged up on thing and I'd really appreciate if one of the people doing it wasn't a fifteen year old busybody. What the hell!

[refactor]

Wait, seriously? You tried to stab your hand with something you found around some dude that just got murdered?

[ Jack is confirming this story for a reason, he swears ]

[missmaladroite]

Yes, seriously! Is he always this thoughtless?

[refactor]

[ Because Rhys foolishly chooses to hang out next to Jack, he'll be promptly getting a smack to the back of his head... ]

Listen up dum-dum, next time you find weird shit right after someone has been murdered? Use that brain of yours. Remember that sick garden we went to this week? Oh, no, wait, lemme guess, you didn't scan any of the stuff in there. Well, here's another Jack-apedia entry to let you know that half the shit in there? Seriously poisonous.

[ To Marinette: ] So to answer your question? Yes. God, but not usually this bad.

[jackhole]

[ WHY THE SMACK why this

well, he knows why but still. suffering. time to petulantly mutter -- ]

I'm not going to get poisoned...

[ and just rub a hand over his head. jack has a point but rhys is indignant and stupid. ]

[refactor]

Y'know, I don't have full confidence in that, kiddo. Not when you go stabbing yourself with weird things. What, if you found a psycho's weird axe-sawblade thing, would you be like "oh, this looks sharp but I'm not sure, better test it by chopping my arm off"? No.

[ This is Jack showing concern in... a way. A unique way, but a way. ]

[jackhole]

Pfft. I, uh. I wouldn't do that? I totally wouldn't do that. I mean, first of all, it's an axe-sawblade thing. That's like, holy shit? No. Even if it was blunt! This was just a small thing. Tiny itty bitty thing.

[ thanks jack... later when rhys isn't feeling so defensive, he might have a doki about it. ]

[refactor]

Tiny itty bitty thing that totally could have been poisoned.

[ He just needs to repeat that point to stress how dumb it is... ]

Because- Because, I mean, let me guess. You didn't even test it on your metal arm. I'm just assuming you didn't based on her- [ He jerks a thumb towards Marinette ] reaction, but that would have been a great way to test if something was sharp, just sayin'.

[missmaladroite]

Thank you. He keeps trying to act like it was reasonable and normal.

[how does anyone put up with this]

[refactor]

[ Jack sighs and shakes his head ]

No. No it is not. Even where we're from? Not normal.

[missmaladroite]

That's what I thought.