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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[refactor]

[ Assuming this is pretty well after his meltdown earlier, Jack has probably just been sitting and trying to restrain his "murder Rhys" impulses, but. When Bull approaches, he at least looks up, since he knows the big guy went to check his room. He snorts out a laugh, then shrugs. ]

Yeah, no kidding. I would apologize for the blood and the booze, but, hey, gives it character.

[ Though that last part is definitely salty, considering it's gotten him into more trouble now by being a suspect. ]

So, what, you wanna know how Rhys friggin' lost his mind, I guess?

[qundercover]

[It's true. It was certainly a room full of Character. And too many shirts.]

Sure. Can start there. Gonna assume the nightmares weren't real fun for you two.

[refactor]

[ ok any shirt was too many shirts for bull though ]

[ He looks surprised that Bull actually starts with the nightmares, and he reaches up to rub the back of his head idly. ]

Uh— I mean, yeah, fair assumption. Were they fun for anyone? But they were really not fun for Rhys, since that's why he came and stabbed me. You'd have to ask him more about the why, since, hell, I don't know completely, buuuuut just knowing the asshole pretty well? His worst fear is me. Becoming me? Ahhh, I dunno. People that are obsessed with me think about shit weirdly.

[ Explaining Rhys's is easy, but his own is... different. So he pauses, then shrugs. ]

Mine, though- Not fun, yeah, but not bad. To be completely honest with ya, cupcake? I've had worse.

[qundercover]

[yes exactly his point is everyone should stop wearing shirts??? it would just make this all so much less complex.]

[As for the nightmares . . . well. They are the motive. Makes sense there would be blowouts, meltdowns and other assorted "losing its" of various levels. Bull isn't here to judge, only question. It's not like his nightmares were a particularly fun time either.]

So, your argument is Thursday night, Rhys comes in waving a knife around and asking for trouble, stabs you. Why'd you let him go? Get knifed hard enough to go down?

[refactor]

Hate to admit it, but, yyyyyeah. That little shit got me pretty damn good.

[ He shifts to sit up straighter and then lifts up his shirt to show off the side that's bandaged, though he does peel off the gauze slightly to show the stitching underneath the bandage. It's a wound that certainly matches the size of the knife he and Adelina had found in his room at a glance. ]

Looks worse than it is, since, I mean, he didn't puncture anything major considering I'm still kicking. But didn't know that at the time. Got me good enough that I was kinda more concerned with stopping the bleeding before I went and kicked his ass.

[qundercover]

[Nice, bruh. A good stabbing. I mean, if Jack were dead we could test if it was really the knife by desecrating his corpse, but he had the audacity to survive this time, so Bull will have to be satisfied by just the look of it.]

Alright. Interesting story. Killing doesn't seem your style either, though that doesn't say much on its own. Could be trying to cover your own shit. Not ready to start slinging accusations yet.

Gotta ask, what are the notes about on your desk?

[Not that Jack couldn't just lie, and say whatever he wanted. Bull knows that, but also it's not an unsafe assumption that the notes don't really say "I did it" in weird code. He's mostly just curious.]

[refactor]

[ He lowers his shirt with a laugh, though he waves off the concern. ]

Yeah, yeah, don't worry, cupcake. I am fully aware that me getting stabbed and then going to the gym like a friggin' moron looks hella suspicious. You can sling accusations, since, y'know, get it. But they're also wrong.

[ He just has to say it... Though onto the rest, that actually gets Jack to smile more proudly. ]

Oh- Oh, yeaaaah, that probably made no sense to you, did it? Ha, that's just notes and stuff for that app I'm working on that I mentioned in my alibi. All programming stuff. Uh, if you're asking about something in particular, though, you're gonna have to ask? There was kinda a lot in there, since I was looking into different ways to get the photos to actually compress reasonably to send over a rudimentary net— [ He stops, then waves his hand dismissively. ] Nevermind. Doesn't matter. You don't care. Anything specific? Otherwise, if you wanna confirm what it is, I'd ask someone technical. They know any programming, they'll recognize it.