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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[hatslinger]

[ Fiona's doorframe seems innocent enough, and nothing looks strange when they first open the door. Sadly this is noteworthy because of last week's ring fiasco. ]

[refactor]

Ten? Okay, that's actually kinda fair. Moreso than fifty, so—

[ Jack shrugs, and I guess up they go to her room??? Vaguely progressing the thread, aww yiis. ]

What? "Cupcake" is pretty mild. I mean, I could go with "babe", "kitten", "pumpkin", the list really goes on with Rhys here. Or anyone, honestly. The nicknames thing is hilarious.

[ He's not going to touch the messing up her room thing though, because, well. He might. Just to be a dick. ]

[jackhole]

[ yeah, marinette? stop judging them? rhys is just going to follow jack up that ladder and not even comment about his sweet ass. look, he's being good! ]

I still really hate "kiddo". Ugh.

[ why does kiddo bother you more than babe, rhys? what is wrong with you? anyway hey, here they are in fiona's room and rhys is going right to the beds to go snoop around in whichever one she sleeps in. GOT ANY SECRETS, FIONA?

also, he's going to pick up her pillow and sniff it when he finds it. ]

Do you think it would be weird if I drooled on this?

[missmaladroite]

You can't just use his name? [Kitten?? Pumpkin?? What the hell]

[Marinette waits until Rhys goes up so he doesn't fall on her somehow, then she follows suit.]

[then narrows her eyes further at Rhys, who is creepily sniffing Fiona's pillow. Okay]

Yes it would be weird-- what are you doing?! Why can't you act like a human being!?

[Marinette checks around the statue and the food chute, but she keeps glancing in between the borderhams and the area she's checking to make sure they're not]

[...being themselves]

[hatslinger]

[ Fiona's bed is a mess. The sheet looks half torn off and it looks like she only sleeps with the paper thin duvet. Her pillow smells like lilac because obviously Fiona's hair smells wonderful. On the little shelf near the bed are two half drank bottles of liquor. But Fiona wouldn't half drink one, then half drink another, would she? HM.. WHAT DOES IT MEAN

The statue looks normal enough. The food chute doesn't look like it's been used — there's no crumbs or anything in it. ]

[refactor]

Well, I mean, I could, but that would be boring. I mean, Rhys? That's a name that's just begging for a nickname.

[ Jack will head to Fiona's closet to check the State of the Hats first ]

But, yeah. Would be weird, just saying. So go for it.

[jackhole]

[ what the hell, fiona? why don't you use your bed properly? her hair does smell pretty wonderful though, he'll admit.

actually, there's so much going on here at the bed that he's not going to go anywhere else. instead, he's going to frown deeply at her set up and start... making her bed... yeah. ]

My name's perfectly fine, Jack. What about you? Handsome Jack? Who calls themselves Handsome? I mean, it's true but you don't have to add the qualifier. Geez.

[ and then to marinette: ]

Also, you wouldn't understand. I'm a perfectly normal human being? This is just payback for that time she spit in my face.

[ things rhys says as he makes fiona's bed. what is wrong with him? so much. he's actually going to mutter to himself as he spots those bottles of booze. ]

... She did say she was drinking. Do you think she's drinking too much? Should I talk to her? She's going to ruin her liver and then who's going to have to pay for a new one? Me. Pfft.

[missmaladroite]

...Well, I can't disagree with either of you. Rhys and Handsome Jack are both ridiculous.

[just sayin]

[she squints suspiciously at Rhys as he.... makes her bed?? Okay, still weird, but less creepy.]

I've yet to see anything normal about you, Monsieur Rhys.

[but she'll check anything else in the room that hasn't been looked at, now, then take a closer look at the bottles]

[hatslinger]

[ shocking everyone, fiona only has FIVE hats here. seems there's a shortage of hatters in space. thumbing through fiona's various coats and boob-tie shirts might be a point of interest, though.

there's nothing suspicious about the bottles. they are open and the liquor inside looks stagnant, though. fiona should really clean up after herself. ]

[refactor]

He- Hey, listen, why does everyone focus on that? I mean- Okay, first of all, look at literally any idiot on Pandora and their names are way— [ No, wait, he's about to call his own name stupid. He makes a sound of frustration, then waves his hand. ] I mean, Scooter? Mad Moxxi? Aurelia Hammerlock? And we're not even getting into the real Bandit names. I'm just stating a fact.

[ The State of the Hats really is a shock, which is why Jack will helpfully call back to Rhys: ]

Only five. We both lose.

[ Who knows when this became a bet, but considering it's Jack, probably not really a surprise. But with the hats inspected, he'll start checking out her clothes. He's actually not as intrusive as he could be, just flipping through the clothes to give them a quick once over for anything strange and checking the pockets. ]

[jackhole]

[ he's going to flap a hand so marinette can GET OUT OF HIS SPACE please. go look in the bathroom or something! he's busy making the bed! go! shoo! ]

Okay but Mad Moxxi sounds really cool? Like she's super badass and crazy and will set you on fire if you break her heart or something. Actually, didn't she set you on fire, Jack?

[ the hyperion rumor mill has many stories about jack setting his exes on fire or being set on fire by those exes. crazy.

also fiona, what is this hat betrayal? ]

Damn, I should've gone lower.

[missmaladroite]

[She ignores Rhys's handflapping, but giggles at the names and stories.]

You know you're implying your name is just as stupid, right? [to Jack!!] But how do you people come up with those? Are you competing for more ridiculous title?

[Now she'll go check out the bathroom-- if she can get in]

[hatslinger]

[ Jack's hand will meet something a little strange while thumbing through her coats – actually, it's the absence of something that's strange. one of her coats – her red one – has some fabric missing on the sleeve, as if something was ripped from it. the rest seems normal enough.

the ai graciously unlocked fiona's bathroom for marinette. inside, she'll find basic amenities – some nice ass soap and shampoo and conditioner that fiona requested because she might as well treat herself while she's here and a towel she discarded after her shower that morning. a housekeeping bot would clean it up so why bother being courteous? ]

[refactor]

[ Before Jack says anything, he'll turn the sleeve over in his hands. How long of a piece is missing? ]

Ugh- Okay, Moxxi was a bad example. Definitely super badass, also super crazy. Never should've— [ Jack starts to mutter something, then makes a noise of offense that might as well be at both of them. ]

What? Okay, first of all, no, she did not set me on fire? Second, I'm not implying that at all. My name is great. It's- Cripes, don't either one of you know about brand identity? You just call yourself Jack, and you're not going to stand apart from anyone else with the name, and that? Doesn't work for a CEO. Especially not the CEO of Hyperion. Handsome Jack, that's memorable. Why is that so hard for people to understand?

[hatslinger]

[ From the end of the sleeve up the forearm, about 3-4 inches are missing. ]

[jackhole]

[ now that fiona's bed is made, rhys is going to just straight up lay down in it, arms folded under his head and legs crossed over one another, one of his feet bobbing up and down in the air. ]

Fiona would probably like Moxxi, right? Maybe I should take her to... Eh.

[ why do both jack and rhys do the drifting off thing, seriously. probably because they're both stupid but sorry, marinette. rhys is just going to casually watch the both of them from here. ]

She set your dick on fire. Metaphorically.

[ and then he just grins like a shit because he sucks.

again, sorry, marinette. rhys keeps forgetting she's even here. ]

Anyway, you're not even CEO anymore. Do dead people need brands?

[ HE KEEPS FORGETTING. ]

[missmaladroite]

[Men are so gross..... Marinette's poor virgin ears]

You know if you call yourself 'Handsome Jack', it's just an opening to be the butt of jokes, right? It doesn't sound cool.

[if there's nothing in the bathroom, she'll go look to see what they've found]

[refactor]

[ god??? what the fuck jack just came here to have a good time and he's feeling so attacked right now??? ]

[ Which the teasing about his name and about Moxxi are one thing, but that last little jab of Rhys's is the one that actually twists a bit deeper. Jack actually doesn't respond to any of it, and there's an uncomfortable silence as he takes the coat off the hanger. By the time he turns around, he's staring directly at Rhys. ]

What, you think that whoever took my place is really going to stand up to me? 'Cause I don't know if you've noticed, babe, but we're nice and into the realm of formerly dead.

[ It sounds pretty threatening with how Jack speaks, but Rhys is really the only one to understand the gravity of what Jack is implying here. It's not a question to Jack that he's going to be the CEO again. He'll kill anyone in his way to that. But luckily, that uncomfortable conversation is secondary to getting off this ship, which is why he holds up the sleeve of the jacket. ]

Anyways, Fiona's got some of her jacket missing. Same amount as that little scrap of fabric we found with the dirty clothes, looks like, but proooobably want to take it back just to guess.

[jackhole]

[ all of the good natured (???) layabouting that rhys was doing is definitely gone in a split second as he tenses up immediately, stopping all motion. he'll sit up after a moment, looking pretty damn pale and staring at the floor. it's pretty obvious that he's suddenly fucking terrified.

in a quiet voice, he'll just mumble -- ]

... Yeah.

[ and he'll just slooowly bury his face in his hands, elbows on his knees as his fingers grip into his hair and he tries to keep himself from vomiting.

this whole thing just gets weirder, huh? at least they're almost done. ]