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

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...adrien doesn't know if he's impressed or concerned. little bit of both? little bit of both.]

I don't... talk about butts that often? Outside of the "kicking some" variety.

[muties]

[ butts in ]

Say ass before he names off more, save us.

[parodeity]

Apple bottom, backpack, bubble yum bum, juicy double, tailfeather.

[ SAID...GLEEFULLY...

he has MORE do you wanna go ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[throwing his arms up in the air]

Stop it, I'm not saying ass for either of you!

[...]

[SHIT]

[immediately claps his hand on his mouth with wide eyes]

[parodeity]

[ cue dave starting to laugh. ]

Score. Where's my fuckin' prize?

[douchemag]

[okay he's floating on over here so he can give Dave a high-five]

[parodeity]

[ HIGH FIVE SECURED thank you ladies and gentlemen ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm never talking to you again.

[he's obviously lying and resisting the urge to laugh at himself but shh]

[parodeity]

That'd be awkward, as we have been joined in the unbreakable bonds of holy matrihomie.

[ when did that happen

apparently it did tho dave just decided

how long has he been waiting to make that pun TOO LONG ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[shit. dave won him over immediately with that pun adrien has to choke down his laugh]

What if I want a brovorce?

[parodeity]

I suppose I'd have to let my little brotterfly fly free if you did. But lbr, who could say no to this bromance?

[ ok someone should kill both dave and adrien to stop the puns tho ]

[muties]

[ A ROUND OF APPLAUSE ]

Good job, Adrien. I'm so proud of you!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[groans. is he blushing a little. yes. yes he is. muffled behind his hands:]

Don't patronize me.

[P O U T S]

[missmaladroite]

[GASPS]

Adrien!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[ACKKKK]

Marinette! I, um... I didn't, I wasn't! [why is he blushing this is terrible] ...It just slipped out.