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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[brooches]

I just didn't want to be alone. [ Is all she says, mainly because this isn't making sense. ] I came to Hancock wanting company and he offered the wine. I have no clue where he would have got the wine and it would be stupid of me to doubt your abilities in this whole process when we've proven successful this entire time.

[ She pinches at her nose, trying to think. ]

If it means he was poisoned then - ... I almost drank it too. [ There's a quick falter. Did Hancock almost poison her and back out...? ]

[chiseler]

I know. [It's said calmly because literally nobody can discount that. Even if he thinks it's weird she was there so early in the morning but okay.]

The wine itself was a brand new bottle wasn't it? Did he open it before or after you declined it? [This is Very Important suddenly.]

[brooches]

It looked so. Can you cork a bottle after it's open? [ #drunkies ] He popped the cork with his fingers.

[chiseler]

I think so, but I think it also depends on the bottle? [He doesn't know any better than you do Liz.] But if he got it open with his hands I would think so, sure. If that's the case then...it's likely he really didn't know it was poisonous.

[So there goes the theory of trying to maybe reverse-poison Elizabeth at least.]

[brooches]

[ She's going to be very candid here. And also very sad. ]

They think I did it, don't they?

[ They're not closer to finding the killer than they were a day ago. It pains her and it absolutely makes her tremble in anger and fear. ]

I was the last one he was with. I declined the wine. God...if only I had drank it instead...

[chiseler]

[Oh gods why this.]

If you'd drank it instead, it would make Hancock look suspicious. I don't think you want that either. [Just...gonna say it.] The more information we're getting by testing everything it's still not making sense. But...we always find the real culprit right at the end. Remember?

[Ugh. Somebody else please come give the pep talk, he's bad at this.] Can I ask you something of a personal question though? How long did you know Hancock was part of the third party?

[brooches]

Right. [ She isn't going to be easy, but she has to push her thoughts aside. They need to focus on the evidence and unfortunately... she can't explain it.

His question does make her look down. ]

A few weeks. The third one, I believe.

[chiseler]

And you didn't think to tell anybody else. [Great.] Do you think it's possible that Hancock may have also told somebody besides you? Or somebody else found out?

[brooches]

He didn't want me to. It would place a target on his back. How many times have we gotten by with the items he's provided us? The only reason why he viewed his life as valuable was because of that.

[ Elizabeth feels a bit faint, but holds it together. ]

I have no clue. He gave me a napkin with the items on it last week... when he thought he was going to be voted as the culprit... It's in my room, but no one's been inside.

[ She doesn't know much else. ]

He could have told others - who else is he close with?

[chiseler]

Probably matches the napkin that was found on his body. [But he can understand that it would place a target on his back. You know. Considering he's currently dead and now they're not getting any more help. He shrugs in response to the question though.]

That's not a question I can answer. Barely know the guy myself. You seem close to him though. Wouldn't you have any guesses?

[brooches]

There's a difference between being social with someone and being close. I can't answer that either...

[ He has his drunkie friends, but she's not quite sure. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

They ought to take acting off of my profile card and give it to you.

[brooches]

What..?

[ WHAT THE FUCK? ]

What acting are you talking about?

[toprotecttheworld]

All of this. And right in front of Clover, too. If you wanted to be like me, you overshot.

[brooches]

Jessie... do you really believe I'm lying about my grief...?

[ First Hancock, now Jack, now Jessie...? ]

Do you really think I would do something so heinous?!

[toprotecttheworld]

It's exactly as Jack said, isn't it? You were the only one with the opportunity, and I'm not going to sit here and act chummy with you when you're just trying to pull a fast one and get someone else killed in your place.

[jackhole]

[ . . . ]

See, you don't deserve this. This is why people need to vote Jack, doesn't matter if it looks like you kind of have involvement in it, you sure you weren't tricked or something? You're a good person.

[brooches]

[ fucking barfs everywhere stop rhys its too late for this cr.


Okay, but seriously. ]

How could I have been tricked? Hancock opened the bottle that was in his room. No one would have known that he would offer me a drink!

[ Sorry, she has to defend herself a little. ]

No. Hancock was a good person. Light was a good person. I'm scraping by to defend myself.

[ Horrible day for it, really. ]

[jackhole]

[ oops, sorry. it's happening. ]

Kind of the polite thing to do though, right? Offer someone a drink? You don't just drink wine in front of someone without offering it. Maybe the killer didn't care if you had some too.

[ wait, he's not sure if that helps or hurts his anti-jack campaign. shit. ]

You still don't deserve to die. Shouldn't have to fight for it.

[brooches]

I suppose... [ Rhys, stop, she's so sad and can't deal with another shocking development. ] All I can do is tell my truths. I'm not sure if anyone believes me now, but I have faith.

[ UGH! ]

[bloodteller]

I know you don't like me, but please don't waste your vote on a personal vendetta. Vote for Mr. Hancock's sake, Rhys...

[ for what it's worth, she's being sincere. ]

He deserves it. He gave me my first drink, and it wasn't very easy to swallow, but he was still important to me.

[jackhole]

[ rhys just shrugs. ]

Don't care, Yuno. I'm not really the sympathetic type.

[bloodteller]

[ instead of just saying yuno frowned, here is a visual representation of her Teen Feels^(TM)



thank you and goodnight ]

[bloodteller]

[ oh, liz. yuno is quick to pull her close in a hug. ]

I don't want to see your body. I won't, Elizabeth. Don't even think it! I won't allow it, you lived, and I'm--

[ ... ]

Nothing you've done means you should have died instead.

[brooches]

[ Fucking sobs. ]

I hope others agree with you.

[ She can't stomach this. It's insult to injury to believe she would kill Hancock. To think that she could look at Clover after she did this. ]

I'll be alright... whatever happens, please avenge Hancock and Light.