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

[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.]

[douchemag]

[Judar's feet are not wet because he refuses to actually touch the ground unless he absolutely has to, but he is looking at the water with interest nonetheless.]

...hey, I bet if you break enough of these, there'll be enough water I can freeze over and we can all go ice skating!

[qundercover]

[Bull just wanted a bed that fit, is this simply too much to ask. The longer he is here, the worse this gets!!! He is not a young dude, his back cannot handle all of this. Frankly, this is elder abuse.]

Shit, I'm just trying to sleep in this place, not turn it into another Mire.

[luckily, he doesn't wear pajamas. He just sort of takes off the heavier parts of armor, so he's not actually getting wet feet. Just everyone else.]

[douchemag]

[Just sleep on the table Bull, you'll probably fit on that. Maybe.]

So ask for a bed that isn't made of water. What are these even made for? Drought conditions? Camping in the desert?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Really. Really. All his hand work whining for beds and this is what happens.

Well, the moment it bursts and starts to leak in his direction, the whole thing is getting blasted with ice until it freezes solid. Not a great solution but it's the best he can do for right now.]

Fasta vass, don't you look? They're going to make us sleep on the floor again.

[The floor, Bull.]

[qundercover]

[Well, Dorian, Bull would prefer the floor at this point. Breaking his feet out of the ice (thanks for that by the way!!) and looking at the sad remains of his water bed.]

Can't they just get a straw mattress. In the right size. For actual normal sized folks.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Okay well his feet were saved from getting wet, and that's what counts. Flicking some small pieces of ice off his no doubt incredibly tacky snake themed pajamas.]

Ask for one. Tell her your sleep cycle is being interrupted by the lack of anything to sleep on. That's what I did, and now we have cots. [Which he clearly forgot to specify should be in Bull's size. Do they even have beds under the Qun anyway. As far as he knows they all sleep on the ground there.] If I must, I'll ask her. Clearly she assumed sleeping in a bed like a civilized person would not be a pressing concern.