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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[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. ]

[bloodteller]

[ hell might be better than yuno digging the heel of her boot into your shoulder, though? there could be like, a gajillion dollars in there, rhys.

but all you're getting here is pain and a heel pressed into your shoulder

shoulda drank the wine ]

[jackhole]

[ ugh we were supposed to be yandere siblings :( ]

[bloodteller]

[ no don't do this... she really wanted to be friends with rhys, they could have had something special... like a desire to murder for special people ]

[jackhole]

[ or murder their special people. what about murdering their special people? because rhys is all about that. ]

[bloodbiter]

[while yuno is doing that, probably]

You unfathomably idiotic, immature— Get up, you embarrass us all.

[jackhole]

[ jabbing a finger at her ]

You leave me to wallow, ass.

[bloodbiter]

I had to watch that shameful display, I am not listening to your moaning as you lay there pathetically. Get up.

[nudges him with her shoe... she's rude i'm so sorry]

[jackhole]

[ sorry adelina but he's going to attempt to punch her in the ankle. with his robot arm. (it packs one hell of a bone shattering punch tbh so she might want to get out of the way.) ]

Leave. Me. Alone.

[brooches]

Rhys, you - ugh!

[ WHY???? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?? ]

You could have gotten yourself killed! Fiona would have never - think!!!

[jackhole]

[ BECAUSE YOU WERE GOING TO DRINK THE WINE AND HE CAN'T LET A FELLOW JACK VICTIM PERISH.

he'll try sitting up now first to explain though. ]

Fiona can survive fine without me. She doesn't think so, but she can. It's me who needs her, not the other way around. And you were going to drink the wine to prove a point to Jack. Then what, have another teen girl kill herself for him and make him more of a martyr? Fuck you. Don't add yourself to the list.

[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.

[refactor]

[ Thanks for at least waiting until he was done puking, he guesses. There are actually tears in Jack's eyes by the time he's done, but that's just because he puked... a whole lot... So, sorry for everyone on that front. But if Dorian is pissed, then Jack is doubly so, and his glare is scathing as he looks up. ]

Yeah, well, can tell you right goddamn now it's poisoned!

[tevinteriscoming]

I'm honestly sure you're not lying, but what can I do about it. If you're expecting anyone to vote for Elizabeth of all people, there can't be any room for doubt.

[And then as soon as Jack next tries to open his mouth to speak, he's just. Shoving the pregnancy test in his mouth. Obviously this was really necessary and there was no other way to accomplish it.]

[al2955]

[A little blue plus sign forms on the poison/pregnancy test - looks like it's positive.

Then a song abruptly starts playing on the speakers.]

Congratulations, Jack! It looks like you ARE the father!

[And then gaggle of robots enter the room, handing a cigar to every player.]

[antagonize]

[WELP.

TIME TO TAKE PICTURES OF ALL THIS AS IT HAPPENS.

WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.]

[qundercover]

Congrats, big guy.

[laptopper]

... Ah. Hard to remember my life's at stake here.

[toprotecttheworld]

[Arbok eats the cigar.

He'll probably be okay.]

[bloodteller]

[ at this point yuno is probably the only person in this room who does not realize that jack totally deserved this. it's probably no surprise that she's rushing over, away from a robot, with a bottle of water in her hand. ]

Wash your mouth out with this! [ just like... to make sure... ]

[refactor]

[ Oh, Jack is absolutely shaking with anger as these events proceed, the arm with the gun strapped to it especially. When Yuno approaches, he looks up, and he's completely a mess, though it just makes him a bit more frightening and unhinged. ]

You—

[ Jack starts, but breathes out a laugh that's near hysterical as he reaches out to take the bottle of water. ]

Th- Thanks, Yuno. Christ...

[ But he'll definitely start washing his mouth out with water because he would really rather Not Die, all things considered. ]