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.

victim



suspects



Character Statuses
Setting
Rulebook
Voting

Comments

TIME LIMIT.

[erythristic]

[as people are running and comparing times and things are going down to the wire, someone happens to check the time. which...

this isn't good.

getting up to stand on a chair, Grell speaks loudly enough to be heard clearly across the entire room, over every discussion.]

We have ten minutes left.

[vote, or die. the choice is clear.]

[muties]

Hahahaaaa fuck.

[ lays head on the table ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Well, then.

Who are we choosing?

[brooches]

Is the answer as easy as we'd like? We're condemning someone to their death or letting a murderer get away. What can we even do..?!

[tevinteriscoming]

If we don't vote for someone, we'll be killed.

So this is how we all become complicit. Very well. If there's no turning back, I'll be voting for Tsukuyo.

[missmaladroite]

But we don't have enough evidence to vote for someone's death!

[who's freaking out, Marinette's freaking out]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[his version of freaking out is to be hiding his head in his arms on his part of the table hey marinette]

We don't. We-- really don't.

[@ ladybug help]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette is much less graceful than this gazelle]

We can't do this! This is cruel and wrong!

[tevinteriscoming]

[Okay, as fucked up as all this is, it's extra fucked up that these decent kids are involved.]

Both of you need to vote. You needn't vote based on suspicion.

[missmaladroite]

I--- I can't, what if we're wrong? We're going to kill someone! We don't even know if they're guilty! I can't do this!

[yeah she's not handling this well at all]

[unasking]

[someone save the children]

The alternatives are limited.

[please don't make frankendad have to pick you up next]

[jackhole]

[ well, guess who looks vaguely ill. he doesn't like where it's narrowing down at all!

so, fine. he'll vote but he won't be happy about it. angry tapping on his tablet now!! ]

This is dumb and stupid and I don't like it. Also, Fiona's a bitch.

[hatslinger]

What the hell did I do?!

[ SAY SOMETHING I'M GIVING UP ON YOU ]

[allout]

[ minako has her vote, but she doesn't like it. she doesn't like any of this.

with the way she's slumped with her head in her hands, it's clear that she's exasperated. everyone is. ]

We'll just... have to go with our guts, I guess.

[isodope]

[He's half collapsed in his chair, completely out of breath from running a goddamn course for 30 minutes.]

Fuck it...I'm just gonna kill the bastard...if we don't do it through vote.

[That is how we solve our problems.]

[tevinteriscoming]

Agreed. The killer ought to be aware, the rules have clearly left it for us as an option.

[chiseler]

Are we ready to maybe be wrong about this?

[Shiiiiit.]

[unasking]

Well. This is less than ideal, isn't it?

[thanks for contributing]

How unfortunate.

[breakshot]

Ugh, you've got to be kidding me. We're nowhere near close to solving this!

[ frustrated sigh! and he pounds on the table just once. because. sheer frustration. ]

[probings]

It doesn't look like the outcome's going to be good no matter who we choose at this point.

[unasking]

It's unfortunate, but apparently even more people will needlessly die if a choice isn't made.

[But.

He isn't happy, no.]

[brooches]

[ Elizabeth looks like she's about to barf. Honestly, her hand on her stomach and her chest tight. Anything is possible. Constants and variables, after all. ]

This is wrong.. this is ... this is so damn wrong!

[unasking]

[Oh dear.

Frankenstein will be at her side in a moment, placing a hand on her shoulder.]

Breathe. Just breathe.

[thatbites]

[Emily's pulls her knees up to her chest, curling up on her chair.]

Seriously... No last minute ideas from anyone?

[YOU GUYS ARE USELESS AFTER LAST WEEK.]

[hatslinger]

Short of 'a wizard did it', I got nothing.