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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[breakshot]

Well. At least it's probably a good thing most of us don't have to worry about tracking dirt in here, given how immaculate it looks.

[ ... Why do you keep noodles in your drawers? None of that makes sense, murderdad? Is it even still good. Machias honestly worries for your health sometimes.

He feels bad rifling through Frankenstein's personal belongings, but just to make sure he'll take out the envelopes and have a brief look through them. Machias really doesn't want to invade Frankenstein's privacy if he can help it, which means if they don't appear to be important? He's placing them right back where he found them. ]

[todorable]

If it's this clean, I bet he'll be able to tell where we stepped, even. He'll see the place where the dust has been disturbed from the day before...

[well, now he's gonna feel guilty, he figured all westerners wore shoes in the house all the time. but since that hasn't happened yet, he's just envious of what are sweet and surely quality suits. ...but in the meantime he'll check out the shelves of the two cots, then the beds themselves, making sure to check under the mattresses and wherever else an enterprising person might hide porn something they didn't want easily found.]

i can't believe dw never gave me the notif for this also 1/2

[unasking]

[INSTANT RAMEN DOESN'T GO BAD FOR LIKE. EVER. STOP JUDGING HIM.

Regardless, Machias'll be able to tell from the first envelope that he opens that it's not going to be anything particularly important. Probably. Given what's happening right now.

But it would seem that after Light visited Frankenstein on Tuesday, he felt a little inspired.

Machias,

[ > Read on? ]

Perhaps it's a little presumptuous to believe that this letter will make it to you after I'm deceased, however that is the general notion for the record.

It's been decades since I've had to be a personal healthcare physician assigned to someone's well-being. In a way, I am both immeasurably displeased and quite grateful for the opportunity to be yours. Though this may not mean much to you, I will say that during the trial in which you were implicated was the first time that I felt genuine anger on this ship and for some time, I wasn't sure why.

I've seen many students. When I say that I work as the Principal of Ye Ran Academy, I'm never sure why people think of that as a lie. Perhaps it's because I'm not very successful as the doting type in my own right. I don't take on proteges and I make an awful teacher, but that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the stubborn pursuit for knowledge. Rather, that's part of why I still choose to work with youth in the first place.

I think I would have rather enjoyed having you in my Academy. You're loud and brash, but brilliant in your own right. I've mocked you before and I don't particularly regret any of it. Your spirit has been tested in the time that we've known each other and every time that I wonder if you've managed to hit your limit, you surprise me. And you should know that I'm rarely surprised when it comes to human nature.

It took time, but I came to realize that I was angry at the notion that you could be removed. For you see, I believe that I have an eye for students with a good heart as well as a sharp mind - and those are the types of the students that I anticipate to enact true change in the world. Given your tenacity and tendency to push past preconceived limits, I do anticipate you to be among that number.

I would like to say "Don't let me down," but that's a rather cold way to end a letter, isn't it?

I still don't take proteges, but I did consider you as an exception. Even if it wasn't formally, I hope that I've imparted at least a few things on to you. I expect great things from you.

So he does care.

The rest of the letters start similarly, names scrawled at the top.

Marinette, Adrien, Luke, Clover, Elizabeth - oh dear. It would seem that Machias has stumbled on Frankenstein's set of last letters, however provided that he realizes what he's reading after the first one and see the names of the others, those sure are getting shoved back into the desk.]

[unasking]

[AS FOR TODOMATSU AND THE REST OF THE INVESTIGATION -

The shelves themselves are spotless! Frankenstein really isn't much of a decoration guy for a room that he doesn't like to spend too much time in when he's not sleeping. Of course, those are also spotless of dust. Then when it comes to the beds themselves, those are perfectly made and how very dare Todomatsu even begin to mess with Frankenstein's beautiful system. They're probably folded nice enough to be hotelbeds, you know? Even if the sheets are probably all wrinkled now.

The rest of the room is just as immaculate, there's nothing to be found on the floor, there's nothing to be found behind any sort of nooks or crannies. Not a single thing. Frankenstein's body is his own weapon so it's not like he's going to have anything around except clothes and accessories.

Should they choose to check the bathroom, that is absolutely completely a different matter. It's painted floor to ceiling with blood, some of it still fresh.

Just kidding.

That's actually just as perfectly clean because honestly Frankenstein is impossible to live with because he's probably got an age old case of OCD.

Yeah there's literally nothing here aside from those letters, bedsheets, and his incredible wardrobe. Feel free to stage a fashion show and live the dream of wearing some suits that you would expect to be owned by a man who retains ownership of a small island.]

[breakshot]

Yeah... were this an Eastern-styled home, I'd feel just as bad. I don't doubt he'd know exactly what we touched in here and where.

[ Frank. Frank, why do you gotta do this. Machias falls unusually quiet when noticing the letter with his name on it. He knows he shouldn't read this, and yet his throat only gets heavier, constricting tightly until the point he can only manage slow, shallow breathing. For a moment, it'd seem like his gaze is intensely focused and only blinking every now and then.

Frankenstein will undoubtedly know he's read this - if not by the subtle crease marks left by his hands, then by one unexplainable droplet that has since been absorbed by the paper. That's strange. Where did that come from? Certainly not Machias, because he's quietly slipping that and the other letters back into the drawer and calling out to Todomatsu. ]

There's nothing here. ... Let's have a look at the rest of the room, then we can leave.

[ Machias will at least make the bed and put it back into proper order. They may not be hotel quality, but they're the quality you'd expect from a military school guy. Which means: just as OCD neat. Just this once, old man. ]

[todorable]

I don't see anything here except for someone who really needs more randomization in his life.

[there, he won't question any strange silences because again, not his place, and skim through the bathroom instead. totty would've (probably) tidied up the bedding eventually, since how else do you sneak through someone's stuff if they know what you touched? but if machias is gonna do it, sweet. plus, since they're not sneaking, he does move the few things that are out 30 degrees clockwise or a quarter-inch to the left since double murder or not, he can't resist being a shit. with a last longing look at those sweet, sweet suits, he turns back to machias]

Guess this was a bust. Or a success, depending on how you look at it.