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

[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. ]