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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DAY ONE TRIAL END

[al2955]

[ At 7PM on the dot, the ritual from last trial is repeated; the screens phase away, as if powered down without warning. The corpse is closed off, the door shut nice and tight, and the same is done with the evidence case. Should anyone attempt to get into either of them, they would find it wholly impossible: the trial is put on hold for some rest, once again. ]

It is 7PM, participants. As organics, it is imperative you give your brains some rest from time to time. To ensure a healthy reboot, the trial shall be placed on hold until the morning. Dinner will be held in this room, like last trial. Please do not stab the robots. They will take your order and bring it out to you. They cannot do this if they are damaged. To ensure that there will be no tampering with the evidence, all participants are to remain in this room. Blankets and entertainment shall be provided shortly, and should you find a change of clothes necessary, that can also be arranged.

[ A few moments later, the screens and tablets are on again, set to display the animated classics, and retro gaming. Anyone who leaves will be accompanied by a robot, and then ushered back into the conference room. You're stuck in a sleepover with the corpse near you again, it seems.

Feel free to thread out any of the evening's interactions here. ]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ If anything, he's pretty irritated that once again they're forced to sleep in the damn room again. Although, it's something he can put up with, so he's not wasting his breath protesting this madness again.

Yet, he'll be keeping to himself, or rather -- mostly to one side of the room. He's holding up a game, as if in consideration in playing it, but he's honestly more tempted to toss it at the wall to see how easy it breaks.

He can still be bothered, probably. }

[jackhole]

[ if anyone wants rhys, you can probably grab him chilling on his cot in one of the corners after he comes back from changing into his pajamas.

but honestly, why would you want to bother a man dressed like this?

... okay no, he also has these pants and dumb socks on too but seriously, that shirt. ]

[refactor]

[ When Rhys comes back, Jack is just shaking his head in disappointment, complete with pinching the bridge of his nose. For his own bedtime attire, he's luckily not sleeping in the buff, but it is sensible Hyperion issue sleepwear for sure. ]

Okay, seriously? C'mon. You could have worn, I dunno, pretty much any other shirt. I mean- I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a great shirt? But do you seriously sleep in that?

[thatbites]

[Rhys...................... Rhys.]

Did you make that yourself or...?

[Please tell her that is just one stalker's fashion sense and not a real brand. A brand of Jack's face.]

[muties]

[ roxy is wearing a normal pj set probably emblazoned with cats instead of a peRSON'S FACE... ]

Is that-- haha, omg, are you wearing a shirt with Jack's face, dude? That's. Hooo boyy, you got issues. Gay obsession issues, idk, something like that.

[bloodteller]

[ something falls and shatters on the floor. it's a few feet away, and if rhys looks toward the noise, he'll spot a shocked looking teenager with a hand over her mouth. at her feet is the remnants of a root beer float, and a cleaning robot is already making it's way the the mess to tidy it up.

all she wanted to do was say hi, what the fuck ]

... Mr. Jack was not kidding...

[ she almost thought it was a joke, but no, here rhys is, wearing jack's face. it's proudly emblazoned across the chest of his shirt like some kind of family crest

why. ]

[douchemag]

[Judar is finally in a place to judge Rhys' fashion sense because thank fucking god he's changed out of his stupid bellydancer outfit and into what appears to be the inner layer of a typical Chinese hanfu.]

Oh Solomon's ass, I think I've just gone blind. From creepiness.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

...wow, you must be really bold to be wearing that in public.

[That must be sincere adoration, man]

You should try giving Jack a shirt with your face on it. I'm sure he'd wear it too.

[Is Shelley being facetious or is she serious? That is up for interpretation, because it sounds like she is both]

[erythristic]

[you know who's not going to mention his hideous face shirt? and instead appear by him holding two cups of coffee, one of which she extends to him?

yeah, that's right. it's Miss Sutcliffe, aka Red, aka Grell who is dressed far more sensibly in a old fashioned white nightgown. take it, Rhys, it's been a long day.]

[hatslinger]

Rhys, oh my God. Don't you have anything else to wear? Something without a face on it?

[ she's just in a normal ass black tank top and some shorts WHAT ARE YOU DOING RHYS ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[All of you are welcome for the beds we have now. You can catch Dorian earlier in the evening having some dinner and a glass of wine in his seat, or later in the evening, sprawled out on his cot having even more glasses of wine, and vaguely watching some animated classics on his tablet, not that he's paying close attention.

He will probably be glad for the distraction if you want to come say hello.]

[douchemag]

[He's probably not going to be glad for this distraction, because the second Judar hears the music of Aladdin coming from that tablet, he's zooming over.]

Ugggh, you're watching that? It's awful! It's totally wrong about everything! It's the worst!

[this is definitely the voice of someone who has watched this movie at least half a dozen times by now just to find more things to hate]

[isodope]

[He'll provide said distraction for his fellow drinking buddy.]

Hey, Dorian, you wanna play a drinking game to get ourselves knocked out?

[antietam]

[ Adam is going to huddle up against the wall again. He looks tired, but this time he's going to be watching movies. He's brought that hand lotion again that smells like trees, but also a notepad.

When he's not half-watching the movie and half-lathering his hands, he'll be half-taking notes. ]

[mnasthai]

[ This time Kazuma will be coming over to Adam with a small smile.]

I think I took better notes this time.

[parodeity]

[ ok dave requests a cot and a sleeping bag tbh and definitely went to change in his room. he isn't wearing his dumb god pjs tonight but just the shirt he wore today (see icon) and red pajama pants.

and. his shades still. those do not come off until he sleeps, if then.

he's probably set up camp near roxy as he did last time and will mostly spend his evening messing with his tablet which he grabbed when he changed because yeah. he's going to be playing with the music mixing app and basically jamming with himself in the corner, though he's always up for talking and/or being challenged to retro gaming. or watching animated classics. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[HEY DAVE WANNA WATCH TANGLED]

You know, I don't think I've actually seen this one.

[this was a bad plan she even looks like him]

[brooches]

[ Elizabeth is here - surprisingly not too emotional given the circumstances! She's taken the time to change into a modest pair of pajamas and will take a cot near the center of the wall. Despite her taking things well, she's not singing or optimistic, merely watching someone play Mario 64 off in the corner. Why the hell is that little italian man so good at jumping...? Ah.. and also, she's going to enjoy a slice of pizza. Thanks Dave.

Feel free to ask her questions about the trial off the record or just check up on her. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack hasn't quite been meaning to watch Elizabeth, but at the same time, he can't help but notice her interest in Mario. So eventually, he'll just catch her attention with a light wave of his hand. ]

What, no video games in Columbia either, kiddo?

[ He's fairly certain that the answer is no, but he's just being conversational this week, apparently. ]

[qundercover]

[Well he was offered the option of a bed, and really, Bull isn't stupid and probably should have guessed that "water bed" actually literally meant a bed filled with water. For whatever reason. Who made this. Who can actually use this. Why do humans just not seem to understand how to use a bed and want to muck it up with all this weird shit like "sleeping on your side" and "not being made at least 8' long."

If you catch him earlier in the evening he can probably be found reading through 50 Shades of Gray, a great piece of literature that he keeps making faces at. If you catch him later in the evening it's probably because your feet and getting soaked because SOMEONE tried to lay down and almost immediately burst the water bed you're welcome.]

[isodope]

[Hancock isn't gonna be changing into his pajamas until most everyone is asleep. He isn't ashamed of his body, but he doesn't feel like fielding dozens of gasping noises over who he is. Instead he'll just hangup his red overcoat and chill with puffy shirt out in full, and relax on his awesome fucking water bed.

That said, he's going to be watching old cartoons of a mouse from three hundred years ago and laughing like a fucking madman at every ridiculous thing that happens. Mostly because he's also drinking while he watches.]

Shit, whoever made this fuckin' mouse up is a genius! Look at him, whistlin' and working that tugboat.

[muties]

[ roxy requests a cot and sets up camp near dave of course, and changes into some cat pajamas because of course she does.

like the tech-obsessed millennial she isn't, she will be playing on her tablet until she falls asleep with it on her face. mostly playing dumb games. probably eating junk food for dinner/midnight snacks like chips and candy. she is a true adult, clearly. ]

[breakshot]

[ After dinner, Machias returns to his room for a brief moment then returns. You can find him looking over the collection of retro games - he's had another bad day, and frankly he needs something off his mind. Eventually, he finds something, but it's a bit unlike the other games they've seen thus far.

Welcome to ZORK.
Release 12 / Serial number 990623 / Inform v6.14 Library 6/7
WEST OF HOUSE
This is an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.
A rubber mat saying 'Welcome to Zork!' lies by the door.
>...

... Okay? Just text then and no flashy bright graphics? Well then, how hard could this be?


> up
You can't go that way.

> down
You can't go that way.

> right
That's not a verb I recognize.

> DO SOMETHING
That's not a verb I recognize.

Nevermind. His eyebrow's already twitching. He's clearly at a loss of what to do here as he enters a bunch of commands, and even a couple irritated exclamations. Dare you soldier forth with this young nerd and risk being eaten by a grue? ]

[socloverit]

[Clover runs off to her room to change into PJs, leggings and a too-big sweater, both in bright pink. Eventually Light's going to tell her to go the fuck to sleep and they'll find a space to camp out (Clover has definitely requested a water bed, she is going to spend like half an hour just rolling around on it before she has to get told to go the fuck to sleep again), she's mostly hanging out and rolling around on the water bed she's requested, getting super involved in a rhythm game on the tablets, mildly less involved in the movies, and unhealthy amounts of involved in kicking ass at Mario Kart.]