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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[jackhole]

[ whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck. standing up and slamming his hands on the table before pointing at jack. ]

Hey, stapleface. I know you've got some weird daddy kink, reverse... daddy kink... incest thing? Incest thing. Going on with Liz and you're pretty pissed because you lied to her but calling her out like this is bullshit and --

[ jabs at liz next ]

No. You're not doing it. Jack's going to kill me anyway. I'll drink it.

[bloodbiter]

[screams internally]

Neither of you have to drink it, we can just test the glass!

[jackhole]

[ BUT JACK BAITED THEM, ADELINA. HE BAITED THEM!!! ]

No, he wants someone to drink it. Fine. I'll do it. Liz got brought into his madness for no reason, I was already there.

[bloodbiter]

Why are you listening to what he of all people wants? He clearly has deep psychological issues!

I will not allow you to make this situation more upsetting for everyone by getting yourself killed.

[jackhole]

[ AHHHHHHH letting out a frustrated yell here ]

None of you get it! He's the biggest threat on this ship and you all underestimate him and now look at what he's doing to her! He did the same thing to me! If it takes me dying to get everyone to stop listening to him, fine. Whatever!

[bloodbiter]

If you just help convince her not to drink it instead of being absolutely ridiculous, then nobody will be listening to him! You being killed fixes nothing!

[tevinteriscoming]

No one is drinking the wine.

And none of this is related to the trial, particularly, unless it has to do with how Hancock was poisoned. Can we please test the glass, and then after the trial, we will listen to you with respect to Jack all you would like? The bonus is that no one additional needs to die to prove a point about it.

[breakshot]

I can't believe this is seriously being suggested.

[ Machias? He's already getting a headache from all this. Save him, Adelina. You're the only other sane teenager here! ]

If he's that dead set on being an idiot and killing himself, then let's keep in mind we've got a couple here with medical experience. Some trained professionals and hopefully with enough experience to save him from himself. Probably.

[hatslinger]

[ STANDING HERE LIKE A SKAG IN HEADLIGHTS ]

Rhys, what the fuck are you doing?

[jackhole]

[ just gesturing at liz here ]

You know what he's like. He's not dragging Liz down with him. I can survive him, she can't.

[hatslinger]

I'm not gonna let you just fucking die over some petty bullshit like this! That wine easily could knock your goddamn asymmetrical pants off as soon as you sip it!

[ ugh she's straight up yelling now ]

[jackhole]

[ stop yelling at him!! he's just gonna yell back!! ]

It's not petty! Jack figured it out and now he's taking it out on Liz and I won't let it happen. It's my fault so I'll deal with it, Fiona.

[toprotecttheworld]

Fiona. Do you want to rent Arbok? My rates are reasonable, even if the interest is high.

[Does she need a snake's help.]

[bloodteller]

[ you know she was gonna stop liz, but uh

rhys gets a thumbs up with a chipper smile

you do you yanbro ]

[jackhole]

[ HE WILL DO HIMSELF TO DEATH

wait ]

[refactor]

[ Jack just laughs and sits back in his chair, looking incredibly pleased about this development, even clapping his hands mockingly. ]

Wowwwww, look at you, playing the hero! I didn't think you had it in you, Rhysie. But, you know? Sure. I don't have any objections. You get some wine, I'll sit back and watch. We can save our little kit for something else.

[jackhole]

Shut up, shut up.

[ sneering at jack a little ]

Stop it. Leave her alone or -- well, I killed you once, I can do it again.

[refactor]

[ And there is the final confirmation of what Jack had suspected, but it just gets his face to twist up into a sharp, manic grin. He's staring Rhys down, but unlike yesterday, this isn't uncontrolled and panicked. Jack is confident. ]

Hahaha, is that what happened? What, you crush the ECHOEye, and you really think I'll go away? I've got a body now, kiddo! Crushing a harddrive so I wasn't inside you anymore, that's one thing, but you think you could take me now?

[jackhole]

[ a wide eyed look before his eyes narrow and his voice drops to a hiss, staring directly at jack. ]

You had a body and died once alone in a god damn volcano. You have nothing. Nobody. You're finished, Jack. Your clock is ticking.

[al2955]

If you are willing, Rhys. I will prepare a glass for you.

[ Seconds later, a robot approaches rhys, holding a platter with one bordeaux glass atop it. ]

Bordeaux glasses are wonderful for lighter bodied wines, such as pinot noir. They are excellent for allowing the wine just enough air to give the bouquet it's full, fresh palate. If you take a thoughtful whiff, you may detect strawberries, raspberries, black currant, and, if you pay close attention..

A hint of dark chocolate. I hope you enjoy this lavish beverage.

1/2

[jackhole]

[ are you fucking kidding him, just the flattest look at the robot here.

but he's going to pick up the glass. ]

Yeah, fine. Whatever. I don't even... wine? Seriously? Who drinks wine? That's like... really snobby!

[ he stands there for a moment, looking at the wine and swallowing. what if it's poisoned? what if it's not poisoned? how did he let jack trick him into killing himself again? he's so... sick... of handsome jack. he's such a terrible, awful, stupid guy.

actually, wait. ]

Hey... Jack.

[ and then he's running at jack. HEADS UP. ]

Maybe now you'll finally shut up!

[ totally throwing the wine right at jack's face. SWALLOW IT, ASSHOLE. ]

actually it's 2/3

[refactor]

[ Jack is watching this whole process with an intensity that looks absolutely, completely pleased and satisfied with himself. He's sitting back comfortably, and when Rhys speaks to him, Jack raises an eyebrow quizzically. But again, he's underestimated Rhys here. When Rhys starts to run his way, Jack stands up quickly. ]

Oh, you stupid fu—

[ But of course, Jack can never shut up. The wine splashes against Jack's face, some of it getting in his mouth, but this doesn't seem to both Jack in the slightest. It's a completely smooth motion as he... picks up his chair and throws it at Rhys as he starts laughing like a goddamn maniac. Apparently we're going full reality TV show meltdown here, and Jack is stalking closer quickly like he's going to finish the job. ]

Hahahaha, does it feel good, Rhys?! This- This is what you wanted so badly, so I'll see you in—

[ But before Jack can do anything else, he suddenly stops, reaching up to his mouth. ]

[refactor]

[ Because the inside of his mouth is burning, and that makes his blood run cold. ]

Are you fucking serious?

[ So much for the Bad Dad language filter. He makes a noise that's definitely borderline pained, but it's not quite at the sensation of rashes forming so much as it's the way his stomach bottoms out in realization. He had a feeling he was right, but he wasn't expecting to be the one testing it.

He takes several steps back, but he's not exactly going to wait to run to the bathroom. Jack at least has the decency to turn away, but after furiously wiping at the wine still on his face, he jams his fingers down his throat to induce vomiting.

Happy week six, everybody! ]

[jackhole]

[ okay yeah, rhys is definitely getting beaned right in the head with that chair. he goes down like a sack of potatoes and clutches his forehead, rolling back and forth in pain.

who throws a ROLLING CHAIR at someone's HEAD? good lord.

from the floor, there will be a pathetic groan of -- ]

Ha, ha. No hell for me!

[ owww. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Unbelievable. And, considering that Jack is a suspect, we can't simply operate on his word.

[Wrinkling his nose and stepping. Around the vomiting man. He'll wait until he's done. But believe me, it has probably been some time since you've seen such a pissed off man holding a pregnancy test.]

I hope you're pleased with yourself.