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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[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.

[refactor]

[ See, the problem with the trials is that everyone is in the same room, so Jack definitely hears this... ]

Deserved? Deserved? Are you friggin' kidding me right now, cupcake?

[jackhole]

[ okay apparently this is happening now. in front of everyone. good job but rhys looks back at jack and for a moment, he feels afraid until he swallows it down and clenches his hands into fists. ]

You can't honestly think you don't deserve to get stabbed, Jack. I know you're full of shit most of the time but you can't possibly say that with a straight face.

[ he wants to add an "oh wait" here but he doesn't want to die. ]

[refactor]

[ we're doing this ]

Okay— Okay, you know what? Fine. Maybe I do deserve to get stabbed. I've done some shit, screwed over a lot of people, but-- But you? I have done nothing but help you. How many times did I save your life because you were too goddamn pathetic to save yourself? I was gonna take you right to the top, kiddo. You wanted to own Hyperion. Don't forget that. What, you were afraid of being me? Well, bad news, kiddo. You already are me.

[ He jabs a finger at Rhys ]

And that, Rhysie, is why you're still alive right now. It's why I'm giving you one chance to find my mask and give it back to me. Because, y'know, I'm real generous to be writing this off as you just being out of your goddamn mind.

[jackhole]

[ he can't deal with this. ]

You're only helping me to steal my body, you piece of shit! [ what ] You don't want to rule Hyperion with me, you want to get me there and take my place! It's so obvious!

[ grabbing at his hair with both hands now oh my god oh my god oh my god ]

I'm not you, I'm not. I'd never do half the things you've done. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

[refactor]

Steal your body? Uh. You're reaaaally flattering yourself here, kiddo.

[ Jack scoffs, since he doesn't quite know about the skeletons yet, or the memory is a bit too fuzzy for him to connect the dots here. Either way, that part confuses him. Though as for the rest... Okay, that's potentially fair. Maybe Rhys could rule Hyperion at his side. But that was always a big maybe. The Rhys now, Jack does think he has the beginnings of what it takes, but that's also why his sour expression shifts to a smile as Rhys tells him to shut up. ]

You wouldn't? Now, that? That, I don't believe, kiddo. Your damn profile card says it all. Programming, Hacking, Engineering, Mass Murder— Those? Those are all me.

[jackhole]

[ that's enough. rhys sure is throwing his tablet at jack now and hissing out at him from across the table. ]

I'm not a god damn sociopath, Jack. You don't know what I've been through. I'm not you and never will be.

[ but he's still not going to explain which is really the kicker here, isn't it? all these issues coming out and jack doesn't get the full story. sorry, pal. ]

[missmaladroite]

[sorry, bro, she's not having it. She's getting up in his face as much as she can from her pitiful 5'2" standing and glaring]

Because you've done nothing but endanger yourself and others since you got here! What could he have possibly done that was so bad that you were going to stab him on a Thursday? Were you trying to kill him? To be part of this disgusting game?

[jackhole]

[ are you seriously kidding him, marinette? ]

Oh, I don't know, probably mass genocide of Fiona's planet? Maybe slaughtering hundreds of innocent lives? Torturing his own daughter? Trying to kill me multiple times over? Strangling me when we first met? Don't act like you know anything, Marinette! Because you don't! Maybe there's a reason I'm afraid of him, you know! Maybe there's a god damn reason I don't want to become him!

[refactor]

[ for fucks sake rhys ]

[ No, at this point, Jack slams his hands on the table as he stands up, because most of this, he would gladly be like "yeah, true," but the mention of his daughter? That is what's pushing him over the edge here. ]

You lying sack of shit!

[ This should be frighteningly familiar to Rhys, because at this point, Jack is definitely yelling, and his voice gets much rougher. ]

Don't you DARE try and bring my daughter into this!

[jackhole]

[ nope sorry this is happening. when jack stands, rhys stands too and it's kind of to run but he's not going to yet. oh my god, oh my god. he has to stop himself before -- ]

I'm not lying! It's public record, Jack! Any god damn Vault Hunter on Pandora knows the story. You locked her up until she begged the Vault Hunters to kill her so she could go free. You think Pandora doesn't know? That Hyperion doesn't know? You're deluded! Everyone knows about your death!

[ holy shit why did he go there. now he genuinely looks afraid again. ]

[brooches]

[ Oh what's going on over here. She hears curse words and Jack and daughters and Rhys so she's trying to explain grief to someone else when ... Rhys kind of paints it clear. She doesn't trust Rhys. Not after what Jack has told her, but something strikes with her. Locked her up. She doesn't connect the dots, but she pushes through and will definitely be riiiight between them.

Oh god, RIP Elizabeth? ]

Stop! Stop fighting! [ It seems as if Elizabeth wants to keep the peace, but the way she looks between Jack and Rhys, her vision showing confusion but her eyes... doubt. ]

Rhys... wh-what do you mean? Jack? What - what is he accusing you of?

[refactor]

[ Jack puts a hand on his chair, and it actually seems like he might be a second from picking it up and throwing it across the table, but how Rhys continues thankfully gets him to stop. Just in a few words, he feels his blood run cold, and that's almost visible as Jack pales. His stomach drops, and he takes a step back like he's about to come around the table to Rhys, but Elizabeth is in his path. He looks at her, but then back up to Rhys as he shakes his head. ]

No— Nononono, that is not possible kiddo.

[ His expression is harder here, but it's easy to see the desperation in his eyes, and even a much rarer emotion for Jack: fear. ]

Kill her? You're not- There's no way you would actually have the, the gall to say... You've gotta be lying because she can't be— Rhys, kiddo, what are you talking about?

[ sorry elizabeth, but he's gotta have a meltdown first ]

[missmaladroite]

[i mean she's taking all of this with a grain of salt because it's Rhys screeching it from the rooftops, but really, she's not interested in stanning Jack, but yelling at Rhys for his own stupidity]

So you stab him and threaten me? Because that's going to separate you from him? All you're doing is following his example!

[jackhole]

[ god damnit marinette. stop talking to him! leave him alone! he just wants to freak out in peace! logic doesn't work here with the overemotional telltale protag. ]

Shut up and leave me alone! He deserved it and you will too if you keep freggin' bothering me. This has nothing to do with you, so stop talking, oh my god!

[missmaladroite]

[MEET HER IN THE PIT]

Stop screaming and threatening to kill people and I won't have a reason to talk to you! You're the one that started this by acting crazy!

[hatslinger]

[ and here is fiona. here is fiona's hand. it's connected with rhys's cheek. she's not sure what else to do at this point — she wants to punch him but she knows he's distraught, not in his right mind, but she can't let this slide. ]

Rhys, stop. You have to pull yourself together or you're never getting out of this goddamn room. Threatening kids isn't gonna help your case.

[ her eyes float to marinette, where all she can do is send her an apologetic look. she can't expect marinette to forgive rhys for something like that, but it's the least she can do. ]

[jackhole]

[ oh my god thank you, fiona. he wheezes slightly after she slaps him before burying his face in his hands and sinking into his seat. have you ever seen a grown man curl into a ball in a rolling chair? well, now you have. ]

Fiona, I really gotta get out of here...

[missmaladroite]

[THANKS FIONA!!! Marinette's not really scared of Rhys and more just flat out angry but she gives her a grateful look anyway]

[also: slapping is approved]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH TODAY????]

Are you threatening her?

[jackhole]

[ A LOT and he would be more eloquent in his insult here but he doesn't need more peanut gallerying so -- ]

Fuck off!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[STANDING UP AND SLAMMING THE TABLE BECAUSE THATS A YES???]

You can't go around stabbing people because they "deserve it" and then go around threatening people when they call you out on your-- on your bullshit!

[#let adrien say bullshit]

[missmaladroite]

[he has no tail to pull him back by so Marinette's just going to take his shoulder]

[i can't believe Adrien said bullshit]

Calm down, minou. I can handle this.

[GLARES AT RHYS STOP TALKING TO HER BAE LIKE THAT???]

He's just not worth it, Adrien.

[antagonize]

[HE'S NOT EVEN GOING TO SAY ANYTHING BUT

what the fuck rhys you don't threaten kids right where 27 other people can see you.]

[jackhole]

[ STABS ARE NOT LIFE THREATENING, IT DOESN'T BREAK THE GAME GDI ]