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

[brooches]

The tears are a form of... wish fulfillment. If I could think of it, the moment I opened them, I could visit them. I could twist reality to - well... anywhere I wanted to go or anytime I wanted to go.

[ But, why didn't she escape?!?!!? She gets to that quickly: ]

I just couldn't go alone. It was childish, but... [ She shrugs a bit, trying not to get on herself for her own fear. Her power was revered in Columbia, but that didn't mean she used it all willy nilly. Not until Booker came around. ] I have to keep trying. At the very least if I can find something that can prove Hancock's innocence.

[ But, the tattoo question catches her off guard. ]

The last time I checked? That's a big no. I didn't find time to get some ink on my skin - it was on my to-do list.

[ LOOK SHE CAN BE SARCASTIC TOO. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack looks surprised when she says that she could leave any time, but that's followed by a quick pat on her shoulder. It's definitely a gesture of encouragement, and as usual, he doesn't linger any longer than needed. ]

Then you're a better person than I am, Liz. [ that... goes without saying though ] Would've just left at the first chance. But also glad that you decided to stay, since who knows? Might just get the, uh, knack back for it in time. Or just help with the murders part, yeah.

[ But Jack laughs pretty warmly at her sarcasm all the same, since he actually enjoys it when that sarcasm pops up. ]

Yeah, yeah, doesn't really suit you, but, hey, gotta ask. [ Though he doesn't elaborate on why that is... He holds out his wrist that's tattooed. ] Also, tats are awesome. If you get one that fits your personality, anyways.

[brooches]

Oh - it's not just that. Whatever they've done to my powers... they've dampened it. My tears - I thought I could travel through them, even if I summoned them... [ Jack, please. Elizabeth would be out of her so quickly, she's pretty impulsive and selfish. She doesn't mean to correct him in such a way but she wants to be clear - she's helpless. ] I can only see through them - in silly places of the ship. As if there's no true control...

There's a lot of pressure to me to find us a way out. I've had people ask if they work and it crushes me to tell them I'm useless.

[ But, change of topic because who the hell?? Would be sad??? Next to dead bodies in a conference room slumber party??? She just forces a smile at the tattoo, leaning close to it. ]

Did it hurt?

[ And what does tacky tribal tattoos say about Jack's personality? ]

[refactor]

I mean, I dunno. The fact that you're trying? That's-- Well, that's more than what a lot of people are doing. Probably myself included? Only so much I can make crude apps hoping that I find the secret into Alice's subsystems, or something. So... Keep at it. You need any help from me? I'll help. Pretty damn invested on getting back to Hyperion, so anyone that's working towards getting off the ship instead of playing along, we've gotta work together, or something.

[ He turns his wrist over, then laughs as he shrugs. ]

But, yeah, it did. Not too bad though. It's-- I dunno, it's weird to explain, since it's not, like, normal pain.

[ Jack looks at it, then sets his hand down again. Since it's known now anyways, he doesn't mind elaborating a bit on the story behind it. ]

Long story, so I'll save that for another time, but short version? Didn't mind at all. I got it for my daughter. [ His smile is truly warm here, like he's recalling a fond memory. ] She's-- Well, it was to make her feel less self-conscious.

[ Angel had always had those tattoos to mark her as a Siren, sure, but at a certain point, she'd gotten a little self-conscious about having them in the first place. She was little when he got this, but he can still remember her cute laugh when he'd gotten home and showed off the fact that they "matched" now. He doesn't know if it helped, but at least in his book, it was worth it all the same. ]

[brooches]

Really? [ 'Any help from me' echos in her head a bit. It was hard to really think that someone would help her - or someone like him, rather. She doesn't sense any lies on his lips, so she is calm, awkwardly smiling. ] I - uh.. well, thank you. It means a lot that you think of me that way. I didn't think I was doing anything special. Everyone's just trying to get by one day at a time.

[ But, he goes into #backhistory and she examines the tattoo, noting the pattern and - ah, it clicks. ]

So, she has markings... That's why you asked if I have any - [ Okay, hold on. ] Don't tell me I remind you of her or something.

[ Oh, look, Liz is a little smartass. She gives him a laugh, puffing air and sputtering her lips a little. It was ridiculous. Right? ]

[refactor]

[ Jack waves her thanks away lightly with his hand, though it's not quite dismissive. It comes off more like he's a bit embarrassed by even giving that in the first place, though that's not really right. He has his own, selfish reasons for wanting to Elizabeth to figure this out if she can, though he had said as much. Whether he would have corrected her or not will go unknown, though, since when she asks the dread question, that is immediately forgotten. ]

What? No. Nooooope.

[ Immediately, this sounds just as fake as when he said he was used to people caring about him... Jack's pokerface isn't actually as good as he thinks it is. ]

You-- What, even if you did, it's not like that would mean anything. Or be weird. [ leave him alone ]