WEEK 5 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (5)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (32) 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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[tevinteriscoming]

Please, elaborate. We've no way to prove you wrong either way, but it's something, at least.

[isodope]

Fair enough. I got nothing to hide in this.

[Hancock takes a look around the table, and then taps a finger on one of the glass cases. Inside it is a white and orange cassette of some sort. On it is a label: "Coordinates to Malcolm."]

Supposedly, this holotape has coordinates that will lead me to my brother. Who I am pretty certain is fucking dead.

[muties]

... are you not aware you're a zombie?

[ or whatever hancock is HE LOOKS UNDEAD THO ]

[isodope]

Are you not aware that I'm not a zombie?

[muties]

Are you sure 'bout that, 'cause you look really undead? Like, dead but somehow still up and at 'em. Like a zombie.

[isodope]

I'll admit, I definitely look like one. And I did wonders to preserve my sex appeal after my transformation. But the proper term is "Ghoul."

Ghouls are just irradiated humans. We live longer and can eat anything we want because we don't get sick from radiation poisoning. Pretty fucking great if you ask me.

[muties]

... So, nuclear zombie.

[isodope]

Yes. Nuclear zombie. Who isn't dead.

[refactor]

Wait, wait, wait, you're telling me you're- [ Jack makes the air quotes with his fingers here for extra emphasis ] "immortal" because you got hit with radiation?

[ You said experimental drug, Hancock!! That sounded way more plausible, at least to Jack. Apparently. ]

That sounds even more fake, cripes. You don't get immortal from radiation. You die. Super die.

[isodope]

Radiation from a badass pre-war drug. And the last of its kind too. I'll never have a high as good again - it's really fucking depressing.

[refactor]

Yeah, that's the depressing part. Not, y'know—

[ Jack motions towards Hancock, just generally referring to his everything. ]

That's pretty messed up, buddy. But, hey, you do you. Probably a good thing you can't do it again, though, because, yesh, imagine what a second dose would do if this is number one.

[tevinteriscoming]

[...Thanks, Roxy. Thanks for taking one for the team.]

[bloodteller]

Please leave Mr. Hancock alone. I think he is doing his best.

[ obviously this is heckling? obviously? ]

[muties]

Look, someone had to break the news to him.

[ clearly he was not aware ]

[isodope]

Thanks, Roxy. I can always count on the youth of today.

[Children.]

[bloodteller]

I think he knew, but maybe it's good to say it in front of other people so there isn't any more confusion. Also, zombies are pretty different from him. He's a lot smarter. And he's not eating any of us.

[ that part is SUPER important, just imagine if hancock were eating them. ]

[isodope]

Yeah! Unlike whoever chopped up Todd into a goddamn feast.

[Thanks for reminding everyone Hancock.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ did you have to bring that up again hancock, why }

[brooches]

I agree. Let's try and stay on topic...

[ Someone is dead, guys. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Well, you know how these things are. It never says anywhere the coordinates will lead you to someone living.

...I suppose that was in poor taste.

[isodope]

[He just laughs a little.]

Yeah, right! I get the coordinates, follow them, and lookie lookie, here's my brother's corpse! All nice and rotten by now. It's kinda complicated, but he was abducted a long time ago and right from under my nose. Or at least, when I still had one.

[tevinteriscoming]

At least you'll be a matching pair.

[Stop? It? No, he's not going to stop. Not if Hancock is joking about it too.]

Still, I must admit, it's a compelling motive. How long has it been since you last saw your brother?

[isodope]

Yeah, but I would still be the better looking of us. Least I shower and stay fresh.

[The next question though...he shrugs.]

Like I said, it's a complicated situation. He wasn't just taken. He was also replaced. I only just found out the truth before I came here, so drawing a timeline...it's not exactly easy.

[tevinteriscoming]

That does sound complicated. But you say you don't believe it.

[isodope]

The whole "abduction and replaced" deal happens a lot where I'm from. And in all those cases, I haven't heard once that the missing person ever comes back.

Think about it like this: if you were kidnapping someone, with the intent of replacing them with an exact copy, would you even bother to leave that original person alive? It sounds like a loose end to me.