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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[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.

[isodope]

...It'd still be worth it. That was one hell of a drug.

[refactor]

[ Jack looks incredulous for a moment, but he just ends up laughing ]

So, what, if that thing was in the case, then we'd have a nice, quick trial is what I'm hearing, right?

[isodope]

[He snorts.]

Well, I'd only kill a total asshole to get something I want out of here. Like, for instance, you.

[refactor]

Ooooh, harsh.

[ Yet even so, Jack is grinning. ]

But, c'mon, if you're gonna try and kill me, at least do it for something better than drugs. That's just-- Man, that's just rude?

[isodope]

Well, I'd also just do it because you're an asshole and I wouldn't be shocked at all if you end up killing someone here at one point.

[refactor]

That's-- Okay, that's actually pretty fair.

[ Jack laughs, then shrugs before he crosses his arms. ]

But, feel like I should note here, even if it definitely wouldn't be surprising? Wouldn't do it. I'm not really big on this whole "hiding the fact you murdered someone" thing, so if I kill someone? I don't try and hide it. Considering that's kind of the point here, way less of a chance of me actually killing someone just because, y'know, I don't want to die. Everyone wins.

Well, minus the people that get offed, but can't do anything about tat.

[isodope]

Yeah, I feel ya on that. This whole "murder mystery" shit is kind of a drag. I'd rather just murder some no good asshole and be done with it. Making a game out of it is sickening.

[refactor]

[ Jack nods in agreement, and he actually smiles in a way that's slightly less mocking. ]

See, and there's a point we can agree on. [ just the one though since a murder game sounds hilarious in his opinion (if he's running it)... But that he keeps to himself, at least for now. ]

Well, whatever. Maybe we'll get a straightforward murder one day and can actually have the weekend. Doubt it, but, hey, a man can hope.