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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Comments

[blondophile]

Has anyone considered a more effective form of interrogation?

[refactor]

"Effective"? Okay, count me intrigued, but still, gonna have to be more specific here, dollface.

[ is it torture... he hopes so, because what spices up a day like torture ]

[blondophile]

Sleep deprivation gives me a particular pleasure but it may not be efficient when the the subject is having trouble already recalling certain details. Even if that may be an act.

I find that consistent jolts of pain do wonders to jog one's memories.

[refactor]

[ Jack laughs, and his face splits into a grin pretty easily, since it being exactly what he was hoping she was hinting at is pretty exciting! ]

Well, don't quite have time for the sleep deprivation part anyways, but we can keep that in mind for future reference? But for now- For now, I think some good ol' fashioned methods like you're talkin' here could really help us out, but I also have a feeling that it's going to be a hard sell.

[blondophile]

When we're surrounded by adolescents and otherwise childishly minded adults? I'm inclined to agree it may not be prudent to push for it, despite it being the most efficient course.

[But she really, really wants to...]

[refactor]

[ Ah, you're speaking his language... That grin widens, and he laughs, though it is followed with an exaggeratedly sorrowful expression. ]

Yeaaaah, that's the real shame. No one is desperate enough yet to realize that stuff like that is super useful. It's got its place. So, I dunno, give it time. Once the numbers start getting lower, hell, maybe people will be more inclined towards efficiency.

[blondophile]

Once the numbers start getting lower--You show considerable confidence in surviving this unpleasant order significantly longer than the rest of us here?

[refactor]

[ He laughs and nods ]

I mean, yeah. C'mon, I wasn't born yesterday. People try and kill me all the time. One, basically corporate culture at Hyperion, two, definitely Pandoran "culture" to just kill anything in front of you. So. This? This is like the equivalent of an office party.

[ which is semi-literal since they definitely make people fight to the death for sport in Hyperion, but ]