WEEK SIX - TRIAL DAY TWO

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

saturday TRIAL DAY TWO (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]

Not that it's gonna mean much, since, y'know, suspect, but, no. I barely even friggin know what poison ivy and, what, that cherry stuff? Don't know what it is beyond "bad shit, don't eat or breath it."

[ He shrugs ]

So, I mean, easiest guess? Hancock ate it, drank it, whatever.

[todorable]

Hancock drank a lot of things, didn't he? Seems like it'd be easy enough to add a little extra, especially if you were around him enough for him to trust you.

[refactor]

Yeah, sure would.

[ Which, at the beginning of this trial, he wouldn't have liked at all, but now? He sits back pretty comfortably. ]

So, just thinkin' that angle, probably not many people Hancock would trust to drink with him, huh?

[todorable]

Not that're on that suspect list.

...Weren't you guys kinda bros?

[not that he expects hancock--or anyone, for that matter--trusting jack in much of anything, he's more interested in how he'll react]

[refactor]

[ Jack scoffs, but shakes his head ]

Nnnnnot really. Like, kinda had something weirdly friendly in terms of a back and forth, because, hey, can always appreciate a guy that can go for a good, old-fashioned insult battle without taking it personally. But bros? Probably a little much. Also, wasn't drinking alone with him, so kinda a moot point.

[todorable]

Sure. Just was curious how reliable you were as a drinking buddy character witness. Since you're in the hot seat and all.

[toprotecttheworld]

Did he drink often? Is he that predictable, Jack?

[She's not sure herself, she's never seen him eat or drink. She avoids him because he voted for her. YEAH. SHE'S STILL MAD.]

I doubt someone could trick you or I into drinking poison. How cautious was he?

[refactor]

I mean, yeah? The guy wasn't exactly quiet about his vices, was he?

[ Jack sure didn't think so, at least. ]

So, that considered? Not super cautious. I mean, the guy was friggin' high as his alibi when he was a suspect. But, hey, speaking from experience here? You let someone into your room that you think you're sure can't mess with you, not a great idea. I ended up stabbed, maybe Hancock ended up poisoned.

[jackhole]

[ hey fuck you ]

[refactor]

[ ur next kitten :) ]

[toprotecttheworld]

[No, no, no.]

You are aware of what you're implying, aren't you? There's no way.

[refactor]

Yeah. Fully aware.

[ He shrugs ]

We're writing Liz off because she's a good kid, so there's no way she could have done it, right? But she's got the opportunity to poison the guy that none of the rest of us have.

[toprotecttheworld]

I told you, there's no way! I should give you my vote just for that!

[In the back of her mind, she knows it's true. And with the nightmares, who knows who was really who all week long? Any of them could have been acting on the worst impulses, eager to escape a hellish existence.]

There has to be someone else who could have poisoned him! She put his hat in her room, Elizabeth would never...!

[tevinteriscoming]

Are you proposing a theory, or engaging in personal vendettas?

[Rolling his eyes a little, but that doesn't mean he disagrees.]

No, it's certainly possible. If Hancock was poisoned, Elizabeth was in the best position to do it.

[refactor]

My personal vendettas can come later, because, y'know? Fully aware that my alibi looks suspicious as hell. So definitely trying to save my ass here, because you vote for me? It's gonna be a mistake.

[ He just has to say his piece, but he does actually get to his more rational point ]

Yeah, that's what I'm getting at. Don't know why she'd do it, and frankly, I don't give a shit. But if we have enough to do it, testing some of those glasses in Hancock's room might be worth a shot. Testing the guy himself, that's a waste, doesn't tell us anything other than "yeah, he was poisoned," which we're making a good guess at anyways. Test the glasses, and, hey, then we've got a location that's pretty closed off and eliminates some people from consideration for this part.

[tevinteriscoming]

Well, fair enough. I would never dream of standing between a man and the integrity of his own ass. It's a rather ridiculous plot, though, isn't it? She meets with him, poisons his wine, and then includes her meeting with him in her alibi?

[thanatosincarnate]

...

{ He doesn't say anything, but he's listening.

This trial will explode in a bit, he believes. }

[bloodbiter]

Why would she do something like that? Look at her, she's heartbroken. Hancock was her friend.

[refactor]

Dunno. Don't care. Why they did it doesn't matter to me, and it shouldn't matter to any of you. You look at someone and think there's no way they could do something just because you've known them for a few weeks? Big mistake. You're gonna fuck yourself over if you're operating off emotions alone.

[ He waves his hand idly ]

General you, of course.

[bloodbiter]

I'm not, I'm denying your idea because it makes no sense. Why would she be foolish enough to state that she was in his room, and to orchestrate something so easily detected? Look at her profile - intelligence, medical knowledge. She would have realized what a foolish plan it was.

Do not lecture me for pointing out the obvious flaws in your logic.

[todorable]

I don't think anyone's saying there's a repeat of last week going on. But he had a role, right? Maybe she does, too.

[toprotecttheworld]

"A role that has an ultimate goal separate from the general group is known as a 'third party role'. Participants with a role like this act alone and have a goal separate from the general group for resignation. This role is not always insidious for the general group, but the role possibly may include killing other participants."

[She's reading it straight from the datapad. Jessie looks like she can't believe what she's hearing at all.]

Even then, it couldn't be Elizabeth! She's...Elizabeth!

[bloodbiter]

That doesn't mean she would poison him, and then admit easily that she was with him in his room. I doubt anyone here could be that foolish.

[brooches]

Ask me anything, Jack. Unlike you, I'll be honest.

[ It's fucking on. How could you? ]

[refactor]

You sure about that?

[ He laughs, but shrugs ]

Alright, help me out then. What were you two drinking?