cradleproject | WEEK TWO

the pygmalion. . .

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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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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.

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.

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.

[ whoa... ok, wow, that was a joke jack why did you have to go in like that

fiona's mouth is gaping through this explanation. even by pandora standards, that's a lot to take in — most people on pandora are murderers, but that's a lot of effort? a lot of effort to make two people suffer together while someone else laughs. that's the jack she expects when she ruminates the name 'handsome jack' — the genocider everyone on pandora thought him as. ]

You know, I'm not gonna press that anymore. But that definitely sounds like a ten alright.

[ That's probably only bolstered in her mind as his smile shifts right back from that vicious smile into a warmer, more human one. Jack is all about extremes, but the chilling ones are probably centered around this contrast. He's taking in her expression like this story is a point of pride for him, and he doesn't even rub it in. It's so perfectly obvious to him that there's nothing to rub her face in or insult her over. He just continues with his point here like it's a natural part of the conversation. ]

So anyways. Now that we have our scale established? Getting squashed by a robot is definitely a solid four out of ten. Last week I don't even remember, so that's a zero.

[ jack what the fuck

anyway, not that anyone should be paying wholly too much attention to this entire stupid thing... but someone is totally paying way too much attention to this entire stupid thing

at least she looks away at the last moment. ]

[ For a total narcissist like Jack, he can't help but notice people giving him attention! But at least he's cool about it, because Jack is crazy and doesn't think there's anything really that wrong with his explanation here... So he looks Yuno's way and gives a half-hearted wave of his hand. ]

Sorry kiddo, was that too graphic? Kinda forget about the, uh, demographic around here.

[Judar actually looks interested for the first time all trial because damn, Jack. Not that it's a move he'd ever make because lmao wow why go through all that work when you can just fucking murder someone, but he can still appreciate it.]

Sounds like a lot of effort just to get rid of a single person. What do you do if they don't love anyone or anything?

[ Jack laughs and shakes his head ]

Well, that kinda guy? They're not going to be worth the ten-out-of-ten effort, princess. They're just some bandit scum, so in that case, your standard issue Hyperion shotgun is going to take care of business juuuust fine.

[okay seriously what is this guy's deal with bandits]

So you save all your best efforts for the people who whine about dumb shit like bonds of friendship and world peace and loving everyone they meet? [He pauses.]

All right, I can see your point.

[ leave him alone ]

Uh, no. No, that's not what I said at all?

[ Jack doesn't elaborate, because he really isn't sure where Judar got that impression? But Jack also thinks he's the one for world peace, so. ]

What, you just said that you wouldn't bother going through that amount of effort for someone who didn't love anything!

[what is this thing called a grey area you speak of??? granted he's biased because the two people he wants to kill most in the world are a) a woman who makes him look like mother teresa and b) a shounen who won't stop whining about friendship and love etc etc.]

[ Jack is definitely raising an eyebrow at that, which is ironic, because if Jack ends up explaining moral grey areas I'm going to lose it ]

Okay, so, there's definitely an area in between "mindless idiot who doesn't love anything" and "total pain in my ass that needs to die."

[wow it's like Jack's talking in a foreign language right now??? actually no, he used to live with a whole family of morally grey, he just doesn't get all of the other parts]

Yeah, but what's the point in tormenting those people? If they're not a total pain in your ass, why not just kill them and be done with it?

WEEK TWO - Trial

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why did you ask, fiona

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