WEEK 3 - TRIAL DAY TWO

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (3)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (34) 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

[antagonize]

Before anybody starts hollering, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

[At least he didn't kidnap all the alcohol!!!!]

[brooches]

Salve theft aside... it was an interesting book choice.

[ Also, you're a dick. ]

There was nothing that indicated a crime was committed or pre-planning of a murder.

[antagonize]

Thanks. Let's talk Jane Austen if I don't bite the dust this week.

[He embraces the dickery with open arms.]

[parodeity]

Eh. Just watch out or the mad science brigade might vote for you just for that.

[antagonize]

I get voted off for defiling the medical bay and our killer gets off scot-free. Doesn't seem like a bad way to go.

[the mad science brigade can bring it.]

[parodeity]

For what it's worth I'm p sure you didn't do the thing.

[antagonize]

Thanks. I'll remember that when it's your turn in the hot seat.

[parodeity]

Fingers crossed I don't get a turn, I have zero interest in people goin' through my undies.

[antagonize]

Just watch. Next week, someone's going to wind up with a sword through their spleen. I'm calling it now.

[parodeity]

If that actually happens I'm gonna punch you in the shoulder, bro.

[antagonize]

Can't punch me in the shoulder if you're too busy squirming over your defiled underwear, bro.

[parodeity]

Can we all just agree that someone who is not my mom has to go through that in the event I actually get placed on the dumbass suspect list.

[antagonize]

Sure. It's unanimously agreed that someone who is not your freakishly underage mom has to go through that in the event you get placed on the dumbass suspect list.

[parodeity]

Coolio. And yeah time travel shenanigans, what else is new.

[unasking]

I'll be waiting with bated breath to be enlightened on how you thought that could possibly be a good idea.

[he's not saying he would vote someone out for tampering with the med bay but who knows nothing says he won't either]

[antagonize]

Two murders. Two jars of salve that were used to cover up important injuries. Thought I might as well remove that option.

[why is the mad science brigade this way

but tbh he's more scared of harold than frankenstein.]

Like I said: it seemed like a good idea while we were all jacked up on paranoia.

[unasking]

[Harold is probably more willing to randomly experiment on people than Frankenstein so that's pretty legit.]

While I understand the line of thought, exercising that action all on your own without warning is remarkably arrogant.

[antagonize]

What can I say? I'm an arrogant kind of guy.

[SHRUGS. No defense for himself here. Just don't vivisect him.]