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

[refactor]

[ okay i could not resist after all ]

Pffft, Rhysie, I know your standards are... bad. We'll just say bad. But "Maliwan Experimental Test Subject"? Come on.

[ Because this definitely sounds like flirting to him!! But he'll give Hancock a thumbs up anyways, because Hancock is cooler than Rhys. ]

[jackhole]

[ UGH...... UGH JACK. HE HAS TO STOP SITTING NEXT TO YOU.

just going to bury his face in his hands and turn an embarrassing shade of red here. ]

I hate my life.

[refactor]

[ Ah, just the reaction he was looking for... Jack laughs, but it's more like a cackle before he puts his arm around Rhys's shoulder instead. He at least resists the urge to noogie him. ]

It's not that bad. I mean, sure, I've seen skags that looked better, but you know? I take it back. You wanna go for it, go for it.

[ He's only taking this back because it's embarrassing Rhys, though. ]

[jackhole]

[ you would think rhys would learn but no? no. instead he just continues despairing right here. ]

I don't want to go for anything. He was just being nice! Also, he has no face. That would be weird.

[refactor]

[ Jack laughs more, but he grins in the sort of handsome asshole way he's so fond of, like he's truly dispensing good, useful advice. ]

I mean, not disagreeing here? Definitely not into people without, y'know, faces. But. Just pointing out, that totally sounded like flirting.

[isodope]

Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but I don't got anything but pure intents. [He stretches his neck a little and sighs.] He's not my type anyhow.

[refactor]

Don't you worry your pretty lil' face over it, Sandpaper Lips. Just a joke here at the expense of Rhys, so nooooo worries. This time.

[ Though. Since he mentioned it, Jack is at least passingly curious, so with a laugh in his voice, he has to ask: ]

Okay. Okay, usually? Don't care. But for you, buddy? Definitely intrigued. What is your "type"? I would fill in a list of colorfully ugly things here, but seeing as I'm genuinely asking, you can just imagine it.

[isodope]

People who can kick my ass. [And that's not even a joke...] Also people who know how to have a good time and chill out.

[refactor]

That is—

[ Jack looks extremely conflicted here, humming thoughtfully, pointing his finger at Hancock, but then just settles back with a content nod of approval. ]

Okay, that is completely fair and also good taste. Which I did not expect. So, uh. Same? Same.

[ +10 approval from jack ]