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cradleproject2016-07-17 04:07 am
al2955) wrote in cradleproject2016-07-17 04:07 am
WEEK SIX - TRIAL DAY TWO
| 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. |
Setting
Rulebook
Voting
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You-- you don't get it. None of you get it. Oh my god.
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What exactly don't we get?
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You don't know him like I do. The fact that he's calm right now, that he's just watching me break -- he doesn't care. He has nothing to lose. I'm going to be dead once the vote is over because that's exactly what I would do because Jack brainwashed me to be just like him. I finally broke free of him a year ago and now... now... fuck!
[ his face is still buried in his hands but you know, at this point, his shoulders are shaking.
he's definitely crying. ]
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[Anyway, Ladybug's voice drops to something a little more sympathetic, and she tries to keep a level head. This guy is obviously insane.]
What is he going to do, Rhys?
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Rhys, kiddo— What're you so afraid of? I'm not some kinda-- Some kind of omnipotent force that makes you do things. You can call it brainwashing if you want, but that? That's not true.
[ He smiles, still soft in that way that's very, very dangerous. ]
It's pretty convenient to think you're brainwashed, but the truth? The truth is, you were always this way. I mean, even before we'd ever met, you admired me. You wanted to be me. You screwed over a lot of people to climb the ladder because you? You wanted to take my place. That's not brainwashing. That? That is you and me being the same kinda person.
[ He shrugs ]
But, I mean, think about it however you want. You'll figure it out eventually anyways. One day you'll look in the mirror, and you'll realize exactly what I'm telling you here— You'll be the next guy in the mask, because the road to hell, that is definitely paved with good intentions. Gotta give you credit for that one, actually. You've reminded me of that a lot with all of your little explanations yesterday.
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he listens and he curls in harder on himself and he cries, harder.
he's dead. he's a dead, dead man. ]
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Dude...
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[ because it sure doesn't seem like it?? rhys why are u everything that u are. ]
You need to calm down and stop acting like an asshole. Or else I'm p sure Jack won't be the only one out to stab you, dude.