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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[bloodteller]

Team Less Fuckups did it!

[bloodteller]

[ oh my god wait ]

Messups!

[parodeity]

[ lmao holy shit yuno. dave slings an arm around her shoulder. ]

S'okay, I won't tell anyone you said fuckups.

[bloodteller]

[ she should not... be fine... with this level of closeness, but weirdly, yuno doesn't fight it. she just buries her face in her hands, and her response is a muffled: ]

... Thank you.

[parodeity]

[ sorry yuno dave is kinda casual with friends...you won that rank when you backed him in a pillow fight even if it was just to get elizabeth wrecked ]

No probs. Though I guess...some people heard anyway? Whoops.

[refactor]

...Okay, so I wasn't going to say anything, but, seriously? It's spreading. You kids need to watch it with the language.

[ it's like he's a dad or something ]

[parodeity]

It's part of this infectious human disease known as friendship.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Friendship isn't a disease? The swearing might be, though.

[the fuck dave]

[parodeity]

Haha, it totally isn't, but the aliens we hang out with think it is? They're ridic tho.

[ he means...back home... ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

The aliens?

[dave this has not come up before???]

[parodeity]

Uh...shit, have I never explained...anything...wow I guess you know jack shit about my home, huh.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You usually just say "shenanigans" and leave it at that.

[and he doesn't wanna pry...]

[refactor]

The friendship? Fine. Be friends! But, god, half of you speak like you're... I dunno, like you're from Pandora or something?

[ He makes a dismissive noise, but Jack seems to care a lot about peoples' potty mouths!! Surprisingly. ]

[parodeity]

Idk what that even means bro but this is just how I've always talked. Bro never gave a fuck when he was like, not dead.

[refactor]

[ Jack raises a finger to make a point, but also ends up slowly lowering it again, though he looks displeased. ]

...Yeaaaaah, okay, not actually gonna touch that one. But, for the record, still could use profanity less. You're still pretty funny without it, kiddo.

[parodeity]

[ huh. dave looks...genuinely surprised...what are compliments from adult figures in his life...

he covers it back up with poker face pretty quick but ??? what the shit. ]

I'll try for everyone's delicate sensibilities, I guess.

[ i mean, he'll fail, but. ]

[bloodteller]

I really didn't mean it! [ PLEASE DON'T BE MAD ??? ] Dave just called it that first, so I...

[ okay, maybe it's team less fuckups in her mind ]

But don't be mad at Dave, either, please?

[parodeity]

It's chill, I don't mind takin' the fall here.

[ he knows his language is terrible lmao ]

This was 100% my fault.

[bloodteller]

In that case, Jack can ground you. [ not her ]

[parodeity]

Yeah, yeah, I'll do the time for the crime.

[refactor]

What? No. No, I'm not mad, kiddo...

[ He sighs and shakes his head, because he knows he has no right to be mad!! You're not his kid(s)!! But this disease is spreading and now he can't help but comment on it. ]

Listen, you can use all the horrible profanities you want. Once you're older. [ a pause, and then he groans, shaking his head ] God, that makes me sound old. Nevermind. I didn't say anything. But still, watch the language.

[bloodteller]

[ you are old, pops. especially to a highschooler. but anyway ]

Is it really horrible? Dave wouldn't say something horrible.

[ it was just some sentence enhancer right ]

[refactor]

No, no, I mean, if you're gonna cuss, you might as well go for the big guns like "cu—"

[ u thought ]

Wait, no? Nonono, I'm not explaining this, nevermind.

[muties]

No, fuckups is right. It has a better ring, more sufficient unto the cause.

[bloodteller]

[ ... one time she said damn, roxy ]

Not around Mr. Jack.