WEEK TWO - Trial Day Two

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (2)

sunday TRIAL DAY TWO (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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[bloodteller]

[ there's a pause, but then she nods in agreement. he's right. ] Miss Fiona could be lying, too. Anyone who said an odd time could be singled out. It'd be suspicious.

Since you said not to, I won't vote for Mr. Rhys, but... [ ...she just like teasing people she doesn't think are a total waste of time. ] It's kind of like picking on your brother, isn't it?

[refactor]

[ Jack smiles once she gets it, and there's another nod from him. ]

You got it. I'm not saying it won't help at all, but you just have to take everything they'd say with a grain of salt. You've got the fact that our murderer is definitely going to lie, but I mean, also the fact that not everyone seems to have kept very good track of this stuff anyways. I mean, hell, would you keep track of every belonging because it could be used to murder someone later? -Okay, well, maybe now you will, but point is, probably not for this. In fact, it's a little weirder that you'd remember the time, probably.

[ He crosses his arms, and with the other subject, Jack ends up laughing. ]

...Yeah, something like that. Dum-dum just can't keep his mouth shut, so he talks himself into worse situations all the time. It's a thing. Witnessed waaaay too many instances of it.

[bloodteller]

[ is that a jab at fiona? she's not entirely sure. still, her response is monotone. ]

Actually, I do keep track of my things.

[ what the fuck

anyway. the chipper tone filters back in as she talks. ] You're right, though. Words are just words... it's their actions that say it all for them.

There's always someone who does. It's just that he makes it easy to make a joke of it, I think. It's... Kind of fun. [ picking on him, that is. oops, sorry, rhys. ]

[refactor]

General you, kiddo, calm it down.

[ geez it's like you're a yandere or something chill!! ]

Ha— Well, you are absolutely right about that! I mean- Overheard your conversation about Hyperion last night. Which, granted, Rhys kinda proved my point with the shirt, but. Was I right, or was I right?

[bloodteller]

[ okay, fine, she'll drop it. no need to let the dumb anime stereotype take over the conversation ]

Hyperlion-- [ WAIT, sorry, she caught it that time, at least ] Hyperion... The shirt with your face is weird. It was manufactured, too? [ whyyy would multiple need that shirt. like rhys, okay, robofucker with a handsome jack obsession, got it, yes, but more than one person wanted that shirt? ] It's not uncomfortable for you when people do things like that?

[refactor]

[ Jack's expression shifts as she misprounces it, but it's also quickly corrected once she corrects herself. He smiles, but her question just gets him to laugh and shrug it off. ]

I mean- Okay, I mean, yeah, a little? It's weird. Surreal? Like, don't get me wrong, definitely approve merch like that since the people want it, but it can totally get to be a little much.

[ He sighs dramatically. ]

But that's just Hyperion, a little bit. I mean- Okay, definitely tooting my own horn here, but I'm a hero, kiddo. I saved the friggin' moon from a death laser back in the day. Like... The weird obsessions aren't coming out of completely nowhere. I guess? Still weird, though.