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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[socloverit]

[She looks at the suspects list the second she's shuffled into the conference room and for a moment, there's something sharp in her empty stare—and it's gone as soon as it came, and her eyes are unfocused and blank again and when she sits down as far away from the body as she can get without having to face it, she wraps her arms around herself and curls into the chair like she means to make herself small enough there to disappear. She won't look at anyone, won't so much as lift her head at all, but she's listening. It isn't easy to tell, but she's listening.



i'm a suspect for my brother's death and everything is horrible ama]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie owes Clover a favor, doesn't she?

So she'll speak up about Clover, not to her.]

We can rule out Clover immediately, can't we? Of the two victims, only one was on the vulnerable suspect list, making it impossible that Clover would be the recipient of the turret.

[Clover would have had to target Light to get the turret, right? That sounds ridiculous to her. It'd be like if she'd shot James, and she's never going to be that heartless.]

[antietam]

[ Someone is here to be the jerk. ]

I don't know about immediately. I'm not accusing anyone, but it could be possible to target Fumi to get the turret and then... something went wrong.

[toprotecttheworld]

And how would she target Fumi from that position? Well? I'm pretty sure lying there and waiting for someone to come along isn't "targeting."

[probings]

This idea seems like a pretty plausible one. Fumi-Fumi and I both usually head into the Medbay pretty early, so putting a turret right where she'd walk into it is pretty smart.

...Well, if you don't end up screwing it up, at least.

[chiseler]

Dude. [It's mostly a warning tone because...well he'd thought of that, too, but he likes Clover enough he really, really doesn't want to think about the possibility this is Lavi+Allen 2.0.]

[thanatosincarnate]

That's a reasonable conclusion to make. Therefore, I agree.

{ There are just so many reasons why Clover wouldn't have a hand in this. }

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[+1]

I agree, Clover wouldn't have ever done this. Whoever picked that turret is sick.

[breakshot]

Agreed. And I think it's clear enough that she wouldn't have... done such a thing to the victim in question.

[ For once, he's not yelling or getting worked up out of shape over something. There's a brief solemn glance in Clover's direction before confinuing. ]

... I understand she's a suspect too, but let's not be too hard with the questioning. I'm sure we'll figure this all out in due time.

[missmaladroite]

Again, we agree on something.

[THIS NEEDS TO STOP]

[thatbites]

[She hates doing this because it's Jessie but she doesn't have anything against Clover so...]

She probably has a point. Even if Alice doesn't hand out a manual with the murder machine if they messed up setting it up I doubt it would have looked like the scene.

[They were pretty far away from the turret, right?]

[socloverit]

[okay, no, this gets Clover's attention. For just a second or two, she looks up at Jessie, wide-eyed and bewildered that Jessie would so immediately stick up for her—and she looks away again, but for a moment, she doesn't feel quite so small.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[adrien messed with the Normal Seating to make sure to be next to clover and he is going to literally attack anyone who thinks she did it???? fight him irl?????? still right now he's settling for putting a hand on clover's shoulder]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette's on Clover's other side, half because Adrien is, and folding her arms]

[tevinteriscoming]

Clover...

[He's approaching cautiously, because he doesn't want children to hate him. Also, decorum.]

I'm sure you don't feel like talking, but I imagine it's important for us to know. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?

[socloverit]

[She doesn't look at Dorian, but she tenses a little, aware of his presence.

After a moment, she shakes her head. She doesn't mind; ask away.]

[thanatosincarnate]

Clover, there's a few inquiries I have.

{ This is him making an effort to be gentle. }

Did you notice anything odd that morning, when you were with your brother -- before the incident with the medbay?

{ Before they entered the medbay and got shot, that is. }

[socloverit]

There...wasn't anything off about the medbay.

[unasking]

[It's after his own questioning that he approaches her - and he fully expects to be smacked upon sight.

Regardless, he'll kneel down in front of her and procure an envelope from his pocket. At least for now, all his fight has left him - instead traded for exhaustion and sadness.]

... Clover.

You have no reason to forgive me or think well of me after what I had done and I wouldn't dream to ask you to. [He knows that he personally would never forgive someone who lied to him about his own beloved, after all.] I'd told you to tell me when you wanted to receive this... However given the circumstances, I don't believe that I can take the risk of holding on to this any longer.

Light wanted me to give you this.

[An envelope extended to her, there is nothing written on the outside but within she'll find a letter.]

[socloverit]

[She scrambles back just on instinct and even if she doesn't go straight to smacking as a solution, there's fire in her face fiercer than even when she was fighting him yesterday—he lied to her, he was their friend and he lied to her and had the audacity to tend to her the whole time like it even mattered and now he's on the list of suspects, he's as likely to have killed her brother as the other three, she can't trust him and she can't trust anyone—

But he says Light and she snatches the envelope away from him, hating that his hands were on it for so long.]

How long have you had this?

[muties]

[ just going to come by and give clover a hug bc clearly this child needs some of those ]

Don't worry. We may all be dumbasses but we'll figure out who did this and roast 'em.

[chiseler]

[...this fucking sucks. But while he's off to play with turrets he does swing by Clover's chair and hovers for a moment before fishing a bag of spaceship-brand candy out of his pocket to drop on the table next to her. He doesn't expect that to help, but it's his own way of saying he's not convinced she was part of this.]

...we'll figure it out. Don't worry about it.

[socloverit]

[It takes a moment, but she gives the tiniest hum of acknowledgement, and even though she doesn't look up, it's more than most people are getting.

She doesn't touch the candy, but she doesn't move it away, either. She knows what it means, and it's as likely as anything to stay there all trial.]

[breakshot]

Clover.

[ After what happened yesterday? Machias knows for sure this isn't going to be easy, but he's going to at least try to keep his tone gentle (as in not permahollering) and handle her with some care given she's also a suspect. ]

There's a couple questions I'd like to ask you, if you don't mind. Could you tell me a little more about the time you and Light had breakfast Friday morning?

[socloverit]

...It was just...normal. I made us pancakes and coffee. No one bothered us. I've done it a million times.