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]

[ Okay, this grudgewank is getting ridiculous, so Jack rolls his eyes here. ROUND 3/???? PUNK ]

Okay, now you're just friggin' rambling. It doesn't work like that, kiddo. Hell, I'm not even an AI anymore, in case you haven't, y'know, noticed. No way to possess people when I'm not data. And I couldn't possess anyone without tech anyways?

[jackhole]

[ BUT HE HAS TO GRUDGE TO SAVE HIS LIFE ]

You're still an AI though! Super untrustworthy! Alice is an AI and look what she's doing to us.

[ rhys is way paler than he should be at this point ]

[muties]

Hey, not all AIs are assholes. I knew one that was a decent flirt LARPer.

[jackhole]

And I have two kids --- well, not really kids, but sort of kids? I don't know, we're really close. I feel parental. -- That are AIs. That doesn't mean Jack and Alice don't suck!

[muties]

[ is there anyone here who isn't a parent at this point ]

Fair point, but that doesn't prove Jack y'know did the murder. Which is what's most important here, not who's the biggest asshole.

[jackhole]

[ nope ]

Who cares. Jack has a body count higher than anyone on this entire ship, get rid of him.

[socloverit]

[okay no she's had MORE than enough of this bullshit campaign]

If my brother's killer gets away because you won't shut up, you aren't making it out of here alive, either!

[jackhole]

[ YOU WANNA GO ]

Oh jesus christ, whatever! Give me two god damn reasons I should give a shit about your dead brother. He was there, now he's not. That's kind of the point of this whole damn thing.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[fucking GRABBING AT CLOVER even as he says:]

How about you try not to be a jerk and maybe use real arguments instead?

[jackhole]

[ tugging at his hair oh my god ]

How is "I'm going to die if Jack survives this" not a real argument? Are you all assholes? You're all assholes! That's totally what's happening here! You're all fucking against me!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

We have holding cells! He's dangerous, but so is whoever killed Light and Hancock!

[bro he wouldn't let u die even tho u suck ugh]

[socloverit]

[thank god for Adrien because Clover was absolutely in the middle of starting to launch herself across the table at Rhys, but Adrien's doing a good enough job of holding her back even if she's struggling.]

You'll be lucky if Jack gets to you before I do, you piece of shit! Whoever kills you, it'll be deserved!

[thanatosincarnate]

If you stopped acting like a fool for a moment, maybe we'd give your words some credit.

{ Not pleased about what he said concerning Light's brother. }

[toprotecttheworld]

[So help her Arceus, Rhys. If no one stops Jessie, she is flat-out slapping him in the face, no fucks barred.]

[jackhole]

[ okay but he will punch her in the stomach with the robot arm in response

seriously, jessie. he's not in the mood. ]

Fuck off!

[toprotecttheworld]

[Clover also isn't in the mood, and even a punch to her stomach that leaves her wincing isn't going to be enough to get her to back down.]

Absolutely not! Get out of Clover's face!

[muties]

I think Hancock and Light might care, since they're dead right now. Also Clover, Elizabeth, anyone else who liked them which rn is more people than like you?

[jackhole]

[ tugging at his face a little ]

Holy shit, I'm going to die.

[muties]

No, you're not? Chill the fuck out. Even if Jack wants to murder you, no one's just gonna let him.

[ EVEN IF IT IS GETTING TEMPTING ]

[jackhole]

[ just laughter here as he presses his face into his hands ]

You-- you don't get it. None of you get it. Oh my god.

[refactor]

[ Jack laughs, then tilts his head to the side lightly as he really seems to be watching Rhys's reactions here. ]

Prettyyyyy flimsy defense though, kiddo. What? Getting nervous?

[jackhole]

[ there's a breath. once. twice.

and then rhys rolls back in his chair and bends over to hurl all over the floor. thanks, everyone! ]

[refactor]

[ Jack, being Jack, just finds this hilarious, so he starts laughing again as he sits back. ]

Ohhhhh man. Man, that is-- That's disgusting? What, you take a sip of that wine hoping to off yourself, buddy? Might've missed that. But that would also be a real shame, Rhysie.

[jackhole]

[ he's just going to give you a middle finger while he hurls. yeah. ]

[muties]

Are are the oldest assholes in the room acting like five year olds.