WEEK 6 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (29) 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

[jackhole]

[ okay he needs to talk to you on the dl here, alice. ]

Heeeey, Alice. Need a favor. Man to... AI? Cyborg to AI? Look, I'm part metal. You're part metal. Do a guy a favor, alright?

[ get to the point, rhys ]

I need to... go. I didn't do anything, you know that. I didn't kill anyone or anything dumb like that so can I... leave? Please?

[al2955]

I do hope this is an ill-conceived joke, Rhys.

[ murdermom would be staring you down if she had eyes. ]

[jackhole]

[ alice, this is NOT THE TIME TO SASS HIM. ]

Why would I be joking? I could put in my vote early if you want. Then just, bam, gone and I can go take care of what I need to.

[al2955]

I apologize, Rhys, but I am far too much of a drama mama to not see how this trial will play out. I am at once fascinated and anxious for the outcome.

[ who let Alice see mom memes ]

1/2

[jackhole]

[ NO ALICE WHY ]

ALICE. YOU ARE THE WORST ROBOT AND YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE LEARNED THE TERM DRAMA MAMA AND I... I...

2/2

[jackhole]

[ he is going to get down on his knees and clasp his hands and beg apparently. ]

Puh-leaaaaase let me go find that mask, Alice! Please, please, please, please, please! Pleaaaaaaaaaaase!

[bloodteller]

[ hey when did yuno manage to get right behind rhys thats weird hahaha ]

You absolutely can't do that, Mr. Rhys

[ guess who read jacks alibi ]

[jackhole]

[ high-pitched-troy-baker-scream.mp3

... no seriously, he's just screaming in response and then falling over onto his face. ]

[bloodteller]

You shouldn't be so loud. Everyone is mourning for Mr. Hancock. It's very rude to shriek like that.

[ also she's probably significantly shorter than you rhys. what damage can so do (tinny audience laughter) ]

[jackhole]

[ rhys does NOT UNDERESTIMATE SHORT PEOPLE. everyone is shorter than him, even jack. height doesn't dictate murdering potential. ]

I, I, I... okay?!

[tacklefordwhimsy]

You stabbed a man who right now looks more than ready to snap your neck the moment you turn around.

That was very dumb, I'd say.

[Shelley is supportive!]

[jackhole]

[ SHELLEY WHY ]

It was an accident. And I'm trying to fix it!

[missmaladroite]

[guess who else read Jack's alibi]

What is wrong with you?!

[jackhole]

[ AHHHHH ]

IT WAS A VERY STRESSFUL WEEK AND I DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW, MARINETTE.

[missmaladroite]

[okay tbf she would protect him if Jack was legit trying to hurt him because she's a Superhero but]

That doesn't mean you can go around stabbing people and stealing things! Do you ever use your brain?!

[jackhole]

[ something about what marinette says gets under his skin and the frantic terror snaps for a moment before he stares at her, hissing venomously and honestly, with a hint of threat here. ]

He deserved it. Now you'll leave me alone if you know what's good for you, you conceited fifteen year old pain in my god damn ass. What even gives you the right to talk to me like that? Do us all a favor and go choke, kiddo.

[bloodbiter]

[rhys......]

Would you mind explaining how you can be so incredibly foolish?

[jackhole]

[ tugging at his hair a little here ]

I don't need to explain anything to you. I just need to -- to get out of here. That's what I need to do.

[antagonize]

Smooth.

[TROY BAKER SHAMES TROY BAKER.

MORE NEWS AT 11.]

[jackhole]

[ WHAT DID TROY BAKER DO TO DESERVE THIS ]

Shut up.

[antagonize]

Nah. I like the sound of my own voice too much.

[jackhole]

[ WHAT THE FUCK KYUU ]

[hatslinger]

Rhys, pull yourself together!

[ fiona's going to be grabbing rhys by the collar real quick, trying to shake some sense into him. their rolly chairs probably roll a little closer together because of this. ]

You're just going to make it worse. Ever heard the phrase 'rubbing salt in a wound'? Yeah, you're pouring a salt mine in one right now.

[ right into jack's still open wound... ]

[jackhole]

[ he's sticking right next to you, fiona. in fact when he tugs him closer, he grips the handle of her chair with one hand and runs a hand through his hair with the other.

whispering at her as he glances over to jack on the other side of the room (because they definitely did not sit together this time). ]

He's going to kill me. I need to get that mask back.

[hatslinger]

[ fiona hushes her voice to a forceful whisper here, too. she's looking right at rhys's eyes, trying to make him steady his own and look at her. ]

Look, I get that, but there's nothing we can do about it right now. We'll figure it out after this is over. Jack's not stupid enough to do anything until he's cornered. If he just kills you right here, everyone's gonna vote for him immediately. And I don't think he'll have much luck against Alice.