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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findings in fiona's room

[refactor]

[ So after spending a while searching Fiona's room, Jack, Rhys, and Marinette return, but before the other two can say anything, Jack is absolutely the one to explain this situation. Probably unfortunately. He holds up one of Fiona's jackets, a red one. ]

Soooo! Adding to our big pile of "evidence" or whatever, found a real great piece of it in our favorite Pandoran's almost-bandit's closet. Just thought you guys would want to know.

[ He holds up one of the sleeves, and a three to four inch piece is missing from it. ]

Now, granted, haven't actually checked it, but? Considering I was one of the people that found it in the first place, really gonna go out on a limb here and say the suspiciously missing piece of the jacket is probably the same one we found with the rest of the clothes. So, there you go, Fiona's got a nice little arrow pointing right at her too. Everyone's nice and even now for having incriminating bullshit.

[hatslinger]

Wh— Someone screwed with my shit? I loved that jacket!

[ look that one has sentimental value she conned for so long in that jacket!! like the time she pretended to be nadia the librarian.

or was it radia the aquarius? she had a hard time keeping up with her fake identities. either way she mad ]

[refactor]

Seems like it, so our killer was preeeetty thorough in getting stuff from everyone. Having that all-access card or whatever is probably easy enough to assume unless you just leave your weird jackets just lying around for people to slice up.

[ He shrugs ]

Or you did it, but, hey, point still stands. You did it, and you'd be doing the same thing to everyone else. That, and I'd actually be mildly impressed, gotta say. [ He seems to remember something and starts laughing. ] Oh- Oh man, have I given my rating for this murder yet by the way? Because- Okay, because this one is actually worth getting a rating, period.

[hatslinger]

Wow, I'm honored. [ said sarcastically, but she does feel a weird tingle knowing that murder dad himself would think she could do this. wait, no, that's stupid, don't get bashful around jack, fiona. she grumbles a little under her breath. ] Is this a bayesian scale? I mean, there's gotta be others to compare it too, right? You can't just give it a 7.2 if we don't know what qualifies as a 10.

[ what is the citizen kane of murder, jack? ]

I haven't worn that jacket since getting here. I mainly wear this one. Looks a little more.. imposing.

why did you ask, fiona

[refactor]

Oh, yeah, that one? Yeah, that one makes you look like you're, I dunno, a steampunk princess? Something like that.

[ Which doesn't actually sound all that imposing, but Jack actually doesn't say this with a tone like he's insulting her for once. Still, he's quick to move onto the much more exciting prospect of a murder rating scale, and he leans back in his chair and gestures widely and excitedly with his hands. ]

Okay, but- Okay, on a scale of one to ten, we'll say? We've got one, which is, I dunno, some person who will go unnamed but totally has a cybernetic arm and eye running over a skag and then crying about it. Then there's ten. And ten...

[ Jack trails off with a deep, thoughtful hum. It takes him a few moments to think it over, then he nods. ]

So. Imagine your mortal enemy. —Which, okay, realize that might just be me in this scenario, but whatever, I'll go with it. Anyways, point is, someone you really hate. You wanna kill this guy. But, man, you reaaa^aaally hate this guy, so just killing him? That's downright anticlimatic. So, what do you do? Torture him to death? Nah, that's just your average Tuesday at the office. What you've gotta do, what's really worth a ten? [ He was a finger to make his point ] You kill what that man loves. Better yet, you get him to kill what he loves. Over and over and over again, 'till there's nothing left. Then?

[ He makes a gun with his fingers and points it right at Fiona ]

Well, at that point, a niiiice pistol will do the trick. Just give it to him, and the problem takes care of itself.

[ He laughs, like he's just told a great joke. ]

That is a ten, kiddo.

[bloodteller]

If you survive, then maybe one of the robots can fix it.

[ ... if alice will let you have the scrap, that is.

in any case, she probably shouldn't be saying things like "if you survive" with a cheerful smile?? ]

[hatslinger]

Hey, that's a good idea. Last time they fixed all the crap that got messed up.

[ what is this 'if' yuno don't lose faith in her yet ]

[bloodteller]

I hope they'll fix it for you. [ it's a genuine statement, too. it's a better outer layer than the uniform, and no one should have to wear that again. ]

Do you know when it was last whole? Your coat.

[tevinteriscoming]

When was the last day you wore it?

[hatslinger]

Thursday. I remember wearing it on Thursday. When you're up for like a whole day you tend to remember the clothes you were wearing pretty vividly.

[tevinteriscoming]

Thursday. As in the day when you were awake until 6:00 AM Friday? Were you wearing it when you retired Friday morning?

[qundercover]

Damn, they really are trying to pin some shit on everyone.

[isodope]

Yeah and they're being real obvious about it. So much so they must be either an idiot or brilliant. Maybe the idea is to manipulate who ends up being a suspect?

[qundercover]

Little overconfident, maybe. Thinking it's a good strategy, trying to waste time on all this other shit when something real is hiding. Probably nowhere near done finding "evidence" yet.

[isodope]

I think it's a good idea to examine the timing. The person who did this obviously set it up beforehand, but when would they get the time to actually steal all this crap? And even the set-up itself.

One idea I got is that Raleigh was killed right when the alarm went off, in order to cover up the sound of a robot fucking falling and crushing the guy.

[refactor]

Seems like it? Which, I mean, hell, gotta give 'em credit at this point for being weirdly thorough in, what, like twenty minutes?

[ Or so. He's definitely exaggerating for the sake of humor here so don't actually take him seriously... ]

[qundercover]

Shit, yeah. Can almost admire the dedication to planting it for everyone. Smoke and mirrors isn't really my game, but this guy would be pretty popular in Orlais. Should look into Bard-work.

[ He sounds sincere. They were weirdly thorough for the crunch of murdertime, that's actually some skill.]

[refactor]

[ Jack nods in agreement, but that last part catches him off guard. His brow knits together, and he looks like hes questioning whether he misheard something, but he does just ask. ]

Wait, did you just say bard? Like, B&B? That's totally a Bunkers and Badasses thing, right. Not that I ever played.

[antietam]

Sorry, was there something linking to Emily?

[refactor]

What, is there not?

[ Jack has probably only been selectively paying attention and figures everyone has something. And not... that I missed that ooc... never... ]

[antietam]

[ Unfortunately Adam is so unsure and Jack seems so confident?? ]

Uh, maybe I didn't see it. There's so much evidence lying around. Which was probably the point, confusion.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I don't remember a particular clue pointing to Emily. Tsukuyo has the kunai, Elizabeth has the brooch, Fiona has the jacket...Todd may have the blood writing...but I don't remember anything against Emily.

It's even possible the writing doesn't point at Todd, instead it being a clue against Tsukuyo, but then she'd stand out way too much, having two pieces of evidence against her.

[Don't take her word for it, though, she is just saying what she remembers]

I may be wrong about anything I said, though.

Re: findings in fiona's room

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Excuse me, does it look like it was torn or like it was cleanly cut?

[She can't see very well from here, and since you have the jacket then please be a dear and take a close look]

[refactor]

Might as well take a look? Just kinda pointing out the general idea here, sooo—

[ He'll head over the evidence to actually check! ]

[refactor]

[ After a second to go check, Jack will return and nod ]

Yep, it's from her coat alright. As for your question, looks like it was torn out.