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

[douchemag]

Uh-huh. [he is 100% sure they were banging and also into knifeplay evidently]

I dunno, it does list mass murder as one of his skills on his card. [WHY IS HIS TONE IMPLYING THIS IS A GOOD THING] So how'd he do it then if it wasn't in the middle of banging?

[refactor]

[ Whatever!!! Jack knows the truth, and that's what matters ]

It- God. Stupidly simple, actually. Came in, asked for a drink, I obliged since that's pretty normal. He looked like shit, but whatever, Thursdays are usually rough. But then he starts getting weird about the mask and takes it, then friggin stabs me, because, you know, weirdly? Was trying to defend myself to make sure he didn't take it. Whole lot of good that did.

[douchemag]

What mask? Sounds kinky.

[YEAH HE SURE HASN'T REALIZED YET because lmao he doesn't remember the details of what you people look like are you saying Jack didn't always have a scar]

Gotta say, I didn't think Rice had that much guts to just straight up stab you like that. So he just ran off and you didn't bother chasing him afterwards?

[refactor]

[ No, hold the phone. Normally, Jack wouldn't want to linger on the issue of his face, but here? He kind of has to. ]

Are you... trying to make a joke? Because I know you're sure as hell not the kinda guy to try and, I dunno, cheer me up?

[douchemag]

Pfft, no way. You seem pretty cheered up already, what's the point?

[it's just a fucking stab wound Jack walk it off???]

I guess compared to the whole stabbing thing, it's not that...kinky? [what are you talking about]

[refactor]

[ Jack stares at him suspiciously for several long moments, but finally, he just sits back with an incredulous look. ]

My god. You really are that stupid. You're not even trying to mess with me.

[douchemag]

[WOW now he's super offended!! Not at the whole stupid part because eh par for the course, he really doesn't give a shit about that, but what do you mean he could have been messing with Jack all this time.]

Yeah, still don't know what the fuck you're going on about. Why do you care so much about some mask?

[refactor]

Oh, I dunno. Because I have literally been wearing it this whole time. Maybe?

[ Jack is hilariously beyond offended just because he legitimately can't believe this. He's still waiting for a killer punchline here, but he's starting to suspect that no... No, Judar really is just that dumb. ]

Look at my profile, Princess. Not the super sweet headshot without, you know, scars.

[douchemag]

[okay well he was picturing like a wooden mask NOT SOME CREEPY SKIN FLESH THING so clearly he's not at fault here!! (yes he is)]

Yeah, I noticed. Pretty badass. What about them?

[and then the light finally turns on...leaving him looking even more bewildered.] Wait, you were covering that up with some sort of...creepy flesh mask? Why?

[refactor]

[ Okay, the "badass" comment at least soothes his butthurt, but his expression is pretty flat regardless. ]

Uhhh, because disfiguring scars aren't photogenic? Obviously?

[ This is said with the tone of "what other reason is there" ]

My face is all friggin' over Helios. It's branding, kiddo. And step number one to branding, you have an appealing face for the masses.

[douchemag]

And...what, you think having a badass scar on your face makes you ugly?

[they are clearly speaking two different languages here because this is the most confused Judar has ever been]

Scars aren't something to be ashamed of, they're a testimony to the fact that you were strong enough to survive whatever tried to kill you...and a nice little reminder to destroy them if you haven't already. Having one that grisly on your face? That's pretty much the ultimate sign of 'don't fuck with me'.

[refactor]

That—

[ He raises a finger with a frown, like he's going to say "is bullshit" right after, but... No, it does make sense? But the problem, so far as Jack sees it, is that the idea of that is very much a Pandoran's, and that unrefined display of power and prowess wasn't what you wanted to go for on Helios. The mask had been necessary. He still believes it pretty much is.

But, here?

He sits back again, frowning, but more thoughtfully. ]

Okay. That kinda makes sense. I'll give you that. Which I hate. But I'll give it to ya.