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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strip search 2: the electric boogaloo

[antagonize]

Adelina and I were talking, and we think there's a chance the killer might be injured. It'd be consistent with the amount of bandages used, and the congealing serum — which wouldn't do shit on a larger injury.

[According to the AI, anyway.]

Now, going with this assumption, we don't know where the killer would have been injured. That means we need to be thorough. We'll hold a curtain up for privacy, but the faster everyone cooperates? The faster we can get this out of the way.

[brooches]

Um...

[ Oh my god. This is quite a big deal and she's unable to really look Jason or Adelina in the eye during this. ]

As in fully nude or are we able to hide our shame?

[antagonize]

[Adelina please take the wheel.]

Keep your [uh] underwear.

[bloodbiter]

I'm very sorry, Elizabeth. I know it's unpleasant.

[brooches]

It's fine, Miss Adelina... Please prepare the curtains.

[ And that said, she has a lot of undressing to do. Like ???? holy shit 1910s fashion was fucking atrocious but also cute. But also super duper unneeded. Once every layer was peeled off except for her super outdated underwear and bra, she gives a twist of her body.

Looks like there's nothing there except for really pale skin. :( ]

[bloodbiter]

[looking for any wounds or injuries while making sure the curtain is giving her some degree of modesty]

...Thank you. I imagined I wouldn't see anything amiss, and it seems I was correct. Once again, I apologize for this.

[she's embarrassed enough having to check, she can't imagine how elizabeth feels.]

[brooches]

You're fine - you're doing what's asked of you.

[ She'll begin getting dressed now, but she wants to ensure Adelina is alright with this. ]

[thatbites]

Great... I couldn't wait for the show to start for everyone.

[She sounds so annoyed but despite that...]

I'll do it. Anything to make this go by faster because I didn't do anything.

[laptopper]

All right, then. Let's get to it.

[thatbites]

[Ugh! She goes behind the sheet that... whoever is holding. There's very little fuss about kicking off her boots, shirt, and pants. She props a hand on her hip and just kind of looks at Fumi.]

Anything specific you guys are looking for or?

[There is no obvious bruising or bandages anywhere on her body. The only thing of note would be a scar on her right shoulder although it's older.]

[laptopper]

Injuries on any part of you, presumably.

[ At least Fumi's quick about looking her over and very business-like about it. She'll look closely just to see if she can see any fainter marks or bruises, and then glance at her shoulder. ]

... Mm, no, your scar tissue's not fresh enough to be made within the last day or two.

[thatbites]

Lucky for me that all I'm showing off is my great bra then.

[Ha. Ha. But seriously, she lifts her arms up and everything as necessary and there's no sign of injury. She's well moisturized and taken care of, thanks. She cringes a bit at having the scar mentioned. Ugh.]

Nah. That's from a bite anyway. Little thing, didn't even bleed that much when it did happen.

[Just going to give extra info to hammer in the fact that that's def not it...]

[laptopper]

[ That scar says differently, but Fumi only snorts a little. ]

If you're wrestling with wolverines, you likely didn't need to shove a robot over to kill a man.

[ Her way of saying maybe she believes in you, it's hard to say. ]

[hatslinger]

Fine, fine. Let's get this over with.

[ god first the foot thing NOW THIS at least jason is less creepy than marinette ]

[toprotecttheworld]

Why don't you come with me, Fiona?

[Let her help you out.]

[hatslinger]

Ugh— Thanks, Jessie. I'm not shy but I'd rather not just pop 'em out right here.

[ the gals need some special care. she'll go ever to a discreet corner with jessie. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

I understand completely. Just because our bodies are gorgeous doesn't mean people get to look when we don't want them to.

[They have to decide when to flaunt! Guiding Fiona over to a corner now...]

This'll be quick anyways. Let's get started.

[hatslinger]

[ fiona slips off everything except for her underwear and her hat, because obviously she would do that. there's no notable bruises or gashes anywhere — any that are present seem deep, like they've been there for years and not a day.

also her toenails aren't painted. that's too much upkeep. ]

See? Pri-stine.

[toprotecttheworld]

Pristine and pretty.

[She'll let Fiona put her clothes back on. Jessie is satisfied with these results.]

Fiona is clear, of course. There was never any doubt.