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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lighting a douchebag's clothing on fire

[chiseler]

[So okay. Todomatsu brought up a very, very good point that it's possible that the oil and match were just completely unrelated to all of this, and Jessie herself said she didn't find a match. So what do you do while others are investigating the evidence cloth?

You get a book of matches from the AI and start ripping off the sleeve of your t-shirt to run some tests. The fabric's about double what they found at the scene. Ah well, who needs sleeves?]

Here's what we're gonna do. [Someone please stop him.] Jessie and the others said they found ash, right? I wanna see how much ash we get out of lighting fabric on fire with just a match. [There is a point to all of this...] But I'm gonna guess it's not much.

[todorable]

[he is still kinda reeling that anyone thought something he had to say had any merit]

Uh, maybe you should do this...not in the middle of the conference room? Since...fire?

[muties]

Eh, we're watching. Nothin's gonna burn down if we keep an eye on it.

[todorable]

Yeah, the AI said there was some fire prevention thing on the ship. I just didn't know if it was the type where they take all the air out the room or anything...

[chiseler]

I mean Roxy's right. It's just a little scrap of fabric, it won't take out the whole room. [...but maybe they should test the fire systems sometime anyway just in case. Thanks for the idea.]

[todorable]

Hey man, it's your sleeves.

[maybe he was worried you'd get burnt? also, that the rest of them would get burnt? that said, he wants to know the results, especially since he was half-convinced someone had somehow deep-fried allen the first day of the trial]

[chiseler]

[And with the tests run he's left to think about that.]

Looks like we might be onto something with that. [Guess it was worth sacrificing his sleeves.]

[todorable]

Okay, props, you were right.

Then, the next question is whose fabric got burnt. No one found anything in the room searches?

[muties]

If so, this'll all finally be over.

[ because we'll all be dead ]

[todorable]

.....................................................Yes.

[al2955]

[The match burns a sizable hole in the fabric, but the shirt itself doesn't fully ignite and catch flame.]

[chiseler]

[So now he's standing here with one sleeve missing and a used match in his hand and he's nodding slowly.]

Yeah okay, that's what I thought. [And after a nice convenient talk with Alice and obtaining some cooking oil, he's ripping off the other sleeve of his shirt to douce it in oil and try to light it on fire in the middle of the table and not close to anybody in particular.

(And because all of you were freaking out he asked for a glass of water from one of the robots, too, to put it out. He's trying okay.)]

[al2955]

[The oil-soaked sleeve ignites almost immediately and burns to ash.

The ash matches what was originally found closely, but there's less of it.]

[chiseler]

[Oh.

Well that's fine.]

...great. So that definitely answers that. [Off to report the findings we go!]

[socloverit]

[in the middle of wheeling back over and NO SHE THOUGHT THE FIRESTARTING WAS DONE??? Y'KNOW WHAT SHE'S JUST GONNA STAY OVER THERE, WHEELS OFF AGAIN]

[chiseler]

[SORRY CLOVER, NOW HE'S DONE! REALLY!!]

[parodeity]

Are we sure the ash was like, actually ash?

[ dave...what do you even mean by that. ]

[chiseler]

What else do you think it could have been?

[It's only because he likes Dave that he's not calling him an idiot for asking a question like that.]

[parodeity]

Don't quote me on this because it might make me sound like a complete idiot, but Allen's arm? I'll like. Compare it. Shit I should have done that before saying anything, now when I'm wrong you'll know my shame.

[ but yeah ]

[chiseler]

I didn't even think about that. [He's not really used to people's bodies falling apart (except for...well. You know.)] Let me know what you find out.

[parodeity]

[ two minutes later ]

Yeah so I should have tested it before throwin' it out there, no match. We are back to what the fuck was someone burning and why.

[chiseler]

[A shrug.] Worth a shot. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen in this trial yet. I'm gonna get some oil from Alice and try that route, too. Just to make sure.

[socloverit]

[look Clover's basically down for whatever stupid bullshit but she has been nearly incinerated TOO MANY TIMES to not draw the line here

except by the time she realizes what's happening here there's already a fire in the middle of the fucking conference table]

Be careful! [she's wheeling a little farther away from this hot mess and probably dragging Light's chair with her tbh. wheely chairs are gifts]

[chiseler]

It's fine! [Says the idiot who's still lighting the shirt on fire in the middle of the conference table.] Look, it's not even going anywhere. [The flame catches on the fabric, fizzles up and then dies down almost immediately.

...that's definitely a reaction to make note of though. So okay. He'll stop for now. For now.]

[socloverit]

["fine" UGH LUKE!!! LUKE!!!!!!!

she spends an extra moment squinting suspiciously of current goings-ons to make sure Luke isn't about to light anything else on fire before she scuttles back over to rejoin the rest of the class, probably, again, with Light in tow. there is no shortage of harrumphing involved in the process, though.]