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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Comments

[tevinteriscoming]

I think we're perhaps at the point where secrets ought not to remain secret.

Perhaps you can tell one or two of us, and then it can be determined whether it's relevant to the trial?

[allout]

...Do I have to?

[ she knows the answer to that already, but she figures that it might be worth asking people to trust her.

besides, it'll freak people out. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Stop it, you're making him feel bad.]

I hate to invade your privacy like this. Truly, I mean it, if it's irrelevant for our purposes, tell a friend.

[allout]

[ she thinks on it for a moment, but shakes her head. this really wasn't supposed to be something to share... but did it really matter at this point? ]

I don't think it's something I can just tell one person. Everyone's here already... I might as well just spill the beans. It'll make things easier later on, probably.

[ she reaches to her hip, pulling out the evoker from its holster. for all intents and purposes, it looks exactly like a handgun. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, now. Raising an eyebrow.]

I can see why you were reluctant to share. Does it fire bullets?

1/2

[allout]

[ she smiles, but it's distant. ]

Well...

[ she takes a deep breath, then pauses. ]

Just promise you guys won't freak out, okay?

[allout]

[ she presses the barrel to her head. ]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

M-Minako! No!

[Yeah, Shelley just bolted off her chair but isn't close enough to stop Minako from doing anything, but damn she's panicking. So much for not freaking out]

[isodope]

Wow! Ok, no, stop, no one is splattering their brains tonight!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien didn't promise SHIT]

Minako, don't--!

[he's fucking standing up he's going to vault the table to get her at this point]

[tevinteriscoming]

[What.

What.]

I'm not sure the demonstration is necessary! A yes or no will suffice!

[breakshot]

Wha-- Minako! Stop!

[ JOINING THE CREW OF HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK and he's going to bolt across in an attempt to stop! ]

[socloverit]

[CLOVER DIDN'T MAKE ANY PROMISES NOT TO FREAK OUT

she doesn't even think she just straight-up fucking LUNGES at Minako, PUTTING THAT SECRET AGENT TRAINING TO USE]

[allout]

[ looks like you're all too late! while everyone's screaming out and running to intervene, they aren't in time to stop her from pulling the trigger. ]

...Persona.

[ she mutters it, no louder than a whisper. there's certainly a gunshot sound, but it's accompanied not by the sound of fragmented skull and brain spatter, but with a shattering noise. her eyes go wide and her head does violently tilt to the side, but there's no blood - instead, an aura around her begins to glow. above her, a figure begins to form and looms over her, watching over the meeting room.

"From the sea of thy soul, I cometh; I am Messiah." ]

[isodope]

...

Shit. No more Mentats for me tonight.

[What the fuck even.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[listen adrien vaulted the table to try to stop her so he is now scrambling to try to sTOP HIMSELF AS HE SEES THAT SHIT FORM WHAT TEH FUck]

--What kind of magic is that?

[what!! the fuck!!!!]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

...aaaa....aaaaah!

[Shelley has seen a lot of things, but nothing like this. SHelley falls to the floor, what the hell, Minako]

1/2

[breakshot]

[ he absolutely vaulted the table too and stopped just short of the other side when the gun went off. he's standing there. speechless. ]

What... what just-- what did you--

2/2

[breakshot]

What the hell was that?! What did you just do?!

[ ah yes. knew we were missing something today. ]

[socloverit]

[listen no Clover's already flying, she's all impulse, momentum doesn't stop just because Jesus is here now

she's about to crash facefirst into the damn persona probably huh]

[allout]

[ yup! demon jesus is definitely going to protect the lady that summoned it, raising an arm to reflect clover's lunge. it doesn't hurt, but it'll keep her from crashing into either of them. when it does, it lingers for a moment before disappearing into thin air.

the summoning did knock the wind out of minako - moreso than it usually does. when she opens her eyes, she has to press a hand to the table to steady herself. she's breathless, but smiling. ]

C'mon... I told you guys not to freak out...

[tacklefordwhimsy]

...it's hard not to freak out when there's a teenager pointing a gun to her head.

[Just saying. Not that Shelley regrets panicking, she has her heart in the right place]

[breakshot]

Minako...

[ yeah, he can clearly tell when someone's Uncomfortable. let's try to help?! ]

I'm sure this can't be easy, but you are a suspect in this case. Ideally it'd be best to cooperate as much as possible - especially when you know you've done nothing wrong. You've every right to, and should be doing everything in your power to prove your innocence if so.

[allout]

I know, I know... Sorry.

[ the smile she gives machias is genuine. he knows that she's innocent. ]

Thanks for believing in me.

[breakshot]

... No need to apologize. Just make sure you defend yourself to the best of your ability and don't be afraid to speak up.

[ in return machias offers her a reassuring look; he really doesn't believe she could have done it. and he still remembers the events from the last trial too, so it's his way of returning the favor. ... ahem. this is getting too serious in here so it's back to being a bossy nag! ]

I mean it, you know. Now get to it! I'm expecting nothing but your 100% very best.