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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[unasking]

[Everything has left Frankenstein rather displeased - in particular the talk of a public execution - and so he's eager for answers. Given all the theorizing left about, it would appear that the only way to truly get a better picture would be to jog the memory of one of the key components.]

It should.

[He doesn't quite have full access to his telepathy, but the manipulation of memories is still within his arsenal. If it's taking a chunk of time and trying to bring it to the forefront of Machias's mind, he should still be able to do that in at least parts.

So he makes sure the other is sitting for this at least.]

Report what you see.

[Though from there it might appear like a lot of nothing is happening. No sparks, no flashes of light, just Frankenstein focusing on rearranging the contents of Machias's mind, taking the vague chunk of time between when he went to bed before the murder and when he awoke in the medical bay and trying to clear it up past the barrier of the concussion.]

[breakshot]

[ Yeah, Machias overheard that and wasn't too happy. But with things really starting to look bad on his end, there isn't much they could do to make it worse? (Right?) Machias shuts his eyes, slowly inhaling and focusing on that night.

Minutes pass, and finally he suddenly his eyes snap open. ]

It- It worked! I remembered something! [ Machias nearly jumps out of his seat, but fortunately stops himself. ] I woke up that morning. And I-- what else...

[unasking]

[Frankenstein is rather certain indeed that things could still get plenty worse.

But he waits. He waits and watches as Machias nearly rises and his brow furrows as he watches the recollection slowly make it back to the other.]

What time? How were you feeling? Where did you go?

[Since there's no way to deny that Machias did in fact leave his room.]

[breakshot]

[ Okay, give Machias a moment to pull himself together, he's had a Bad Time these past few days. ]

5:00 AM. I left my room after getting dressed... [ He trails off, his next words a little quieter. ] ... It was Friday morning. I thought...

[ Give it time. He's still trying to piece together each of these surfacing memories as they reveal themselves. ]

[unasking]

[Frankenstein listens, taking note of the important details. It would appear that they're slowly making it there, but he's still gently probing.]

You thought...?

[it was the first thing in the morning what deep thoughts could you be having without your coffee, machias]

[breakshot]

I thought something might have happened. I checked the rooms on the way, and then I entered the garden.

[ He's trying to go through this as much he can, but it's still pretty hazy. Damned concussions ruining things! ]

... The garden wasn't well lit. I- I heard something suspicious, so I approached carefully. Then I saw...

[ THEN he's clutching a hand over his head, suddenly going white. ]

Goddess. Goddess, no...

[unasking]

[Frankenstein goes still, watching Machias's expression.

He reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder.]

What did you see, Machias?

[And then what did you do?]

[breakshot]

I saw someone. Slumped down on the ground.

[ Yeah, murderdad, he's getting paler as this goes on. ]

And nearby was... Allen. Kneeling over someone with something in his hand. [ SHAKING HIS HEAD more frantically! ] I– I had to do something– Aidios, I–

[unasking]

[Please don't pass out when you're pretty much answering a lot of theories here, Machias.

Frankenstein focuses, keeps his eyes locked on Machias, holding his gaze.]

Continue.

[breakshot]

[ The poor guy's just getting paler and paler. Beads of sweat are starting to form. ]

I had to stop it! My gun was out, so I fired a warning shot. I couldn’t see well, but it looked– no. Something stopped it.

[ He inhales. Sharply, then exhaling. ]

He turned to face me and... the next thing I knew, his arm suddenly changed. It looked like a large claw. I fired a second round, and– he fell. Allen definitely fell, and that– that other person...

[unasking]

Stay with me, Machias.

[No passing out. Both of his hands reach out to steady his shoulders now, brow furrowing as he listens to the explanation.]

The other person. Who was it? Lavi? What did he do?

[breakshot]

They got up. That much I remember.

[ Machias stops suddenly, his eyes wide. He opens his mouth as if to say something and then... nothing. Well, until he suddenly- ]

Damn it! I can't remember anything else.

[unasking]

[ . . . so there are limitations. Or could it be that it was too close to the point of concussion, thus resulting in the memories being too difficult to tap into.

Frankenstein is silent.

Then he retrieves a glass of water, offering it to Machias.]

... You did well to remember what you could.

[Even if the implications are.

Difficult.]