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 hasn't opened it, but she knows what it's for. There's only one reason this would be here for her now and she wants nothing more than to tear it open and see what Light's left for her but she can't when there's the trial to mind, and certainly not while Frankenstein's here.]

Tuesday.

[She sounds distant, and her expression has started freezing over again.]

You've...you've had this since Tuesday.

[oh nope whoops now she's mad again; this is the most activity she's shown since she fought him off before and the scream tears out of her throat.]

You had this for me the whole time when you lied to me about him being DEAD!

[It's easy to be mad at Frankenstein for all of this, for lying to her and for being a suspect and for every time Light promised they would be all right knowing that this envelope was waiting for—as far as she's concerned if nothing else, Frankenstein deserves at least some of that, and so it's easy to shaft the rest of her rage on him, too.

Which is why, as long as he's so conveniently at her level, she's leaping out of her chair to punch him in the fucking face.]

[unasking]

[He deserves that.

It stings, but it's absolutely not the worst kind of pain he's ever been through. So he takes the punch because he imagines that it's probably satisfying, that she probably needs to get this sort of rage out, and he's probably the most deserving and most capable to receive it.

But the second she's done, he's recovering so that he can carefully catch her in case she loses her balance. He can taste blood in his mouth but spitting is disgraceful so he doesn't do anything about it. Rather, he's more interested in making sure that she doesn't hurt herself further.]

Please don't reopen your wounds.

Light asked me to take care of you. I understand that I have done a horrible job of it —

[He's never been meant for babysitting. He's always said that.]

— but please don't hurt yourself worse.

[socloverit]

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

[She isn't making any effort to hit him again but if he gets hurt while she's thrashing it'll be a nice bonus.]

"Horrible"! Oh, you have no idea! Don't touch me, get away from me, you've—you've got no right at all!

[unasking]

[WELL he's not making the effort to dodge, rather focusing on just trying to guide her back into her seat so that she has a stable place to sit.

And with that, he'll take a step back and nod, standing up properly and giving a bow.]

You're right. And I apologize, though I'm sure it'll never be enough.

However you still need to take care of yourself. I won't allow any more harm to come upon you.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[how about. adrien takes it from here??? he'd been too shocked at clover bodily launching herself at Frankendad to stop it but now he can just gently grab her and make sure she can't. launch herself at murderdad again]

Clover, please, you're just going to hurt yourself.

[speaking of murderdad he is getting an EXASPERATED LOOK because THIS COULDN'T HAVE WAITED??????]

[socloverit]

[It's worse somehow that he stays so composed and so concerned, apologizing like any of it actually means something. Of course it's never going to be enough. Nothing that doesn't bring her brother back to her is enough. How can he say that so calmly? How dare he lie to her about the most important thing in her entire world and still stay so fixated on pointless forms of politeness?

She doesn't try to tear herself away from Adrien, at least, but she does strain forward because Adrien definitely isn't going to keep her from screaming some more.]

No. No. You've "helped" enough! I'm not your responsibility! Don't you dare treat me like it!

[unasking]

[He'd already separated brother and sister once yesterday - he didn't really have much interest in doing so again.

Regardless he's going to merely tilt his head. Even if she doesn't think that she's his responsibility - doesn't want it - the fact of the matter is that he's not going to allow for anything else to injure her.]

Take care, Clover.

[And a glance to Adrien:]

Should her injuries act up, say something immediately.

[And with that, he'll take his leave. The letter that Light imposed upon him has been delivered - and Frankenstein doesn't think that Clover has to like him for him to do his job of keeping her safe.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[muttered to himself:] Because that's helping...

[he's still keeping his hold on Clover until Frankenstein is out of reach :C even as he's speaking to her:]

You can yell at him about this later. He-- I know what he did wasn't right, [he'd heard enough of it to continue being no???? repeatedly] but Light trusted him. That has to be worth something for now.

[or not]

[socloverit]

[The worst part is that Light trusted him. The force of her own fury makes her shake so violently she'd probably fall right from her seat without Adrien holding her back. Light trusted him and he didn't deserve it.

But for now—the letter. She's looking it over, trembling hands struggling with the corner of the envelope, but after a moment, with a slow sort of reverence, she slides it into one baggy jacket pocket. Not now. Her brother's killer is here somewhere and she has to find them. This can't distract her now.

But Adrien's likely to notice that she'll keep reaching for that pocket throughout the whole trial, assuring herself that it's still there.]