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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Mages Gone Wild II

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, you're all hungry for more magic. Dorian has some better spells than this, you know.

But fine. After guiding both Machias and Lavi away from anywhere where the wrong person might get in the way, Dorian will cast yet another purple cloud of terror.]

[breakshot]

[ As soon as the effects begin to grip Machias, he is frozen in his steps. He's not showing any signs of trembling or cowering, but his stark pale look and widened eyes says enough about how he's feeling. He's white as a sheet. His mouth falls open, but no words come out. Only a tense, deafening silence.

It's strange, though. He's not looking at Dorian, but ahead of him. He's frozen in spot for a whole minute but he'll slowly start to approach in Dorian's direction, his hand tentatively, shakily reaching out... ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[The spell winds down after a few seconds, after which he'll approach Machias to make sure it's warn off.]

There. Are you all right? You did well.

[breakshot]

[ Seems like Machias didn't quite hear you there, Dorian. He's still looking white as a sheet - hollow even - and approaching, hand raised slightly and mouth quietly trying to put together something resembling words.

Until he stops, abruptly pulling back and glancing at Dorian then back to his surroundings. ]

I... [ His look is darting back, then forth. It's a shocked look, but one that looks a little... lost? ] What was that? What just...

[ Why can't he shake this sudden sinking feeling? ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Shit. He feels bad; he didn't want to do this to Machias, and he doesn't particularly like using his magic to hurt (possibly) innocent people.]

Come, let's get you something to drink, you'll feel better. It was a spell, nothing more.

[booklore]

[ He comes away easily enough, he has no plans of protesting this.

For the duration of the spell, there's an occasional flicker of something in his eyes—each one only lasts for a fraction of a second. It's a microexpression, one that if the eye is fast enough will hint that there might be more going on beneath the surface.

Other than that, he looks stiff. There's an alertness to his body language and his focus largely remains on Dorian. As soon as the spell ends he steps forward to sling his arm around Dorian's shoulder. ]

That's a nasty spell you have. No wonder you were reluctant to use it on us.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Um. Personal space, my friend.]

Oh, I have nastier. You managed it just fine.

[booklore]

[ "What is" personal space for $500. ]

Did I? I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, either way I hope it helps the investigation.