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

[brooches]

I've given my explanation! I never touched that wine!

[erythristic]

Then why are your prints on the bottle?

[brooches]

I don't know! I have no reason for them to be.

[erythristic]

That's not good enough.

[her tone's gone ice cold, almost flat.]

There is always reason, unless you're saying someone tricked you into touching that bottle.

[brooches]

I don't know! [ That's all she can say. ] I've given my testimonials and I will say it until my last breath. I did not touch that bottle!

[erythristic]

Say what you want, but these are the facts of the case.

[bloodbiter]

Remember that there is someone here who has admitted he can alter memory.

[unasking]

[Ah yes, he was waiting for this.]

That's correct.

[But there's still something sharp in his gaze.]

But in this case, I did not. Hence why I grow irritated at the idea of this distracting from how we're going to retrieve the truth for Light's death.

[erythristic]

He has also admitted how much the process would drain him. I'm sure Machias can testify as to his state after he helped him recover his memories if we need to verify that.

[thanatosincarnate]

Yet, he would have surely shown the strain if he had, correct?

[missmaladroite]

.... I don't know that Monsieur Frankenstein would have had the time to do all of that. Could there be another reason for memory altering? Machias lost his memories from being attacked, no?

[toprotecttheworld]

You played me for a fool this entire time.

[brooches]

No. You don't understand - [ How can she explain it? The evidence is there. No one is going to believe her. ] I didn't do this. Why would I have? To go back to being captive?!

[toprotecttheworld]

How would I know that?! But you told us you never drank from the wine, that you never touched it...but you clearly have!

[erythristic]

Perhaps to avoid going back to being captive?

[and her gaze hasn't wavered.]

Was that your nightmare, Elizabeth? Was that what you thought was going to be the case if things continued?

[socloverit]

Liar! LIAR!

[hey elizabeth remember that thing where you were trying really hard to avoid clover all trial. well she's making it very difficult to do that now]

The evidence is right there! Why were you lying about it?! What did Light have to do with all of this?!

[brooches]

I'm not lying, Clover. You can take your frustrations out and disbelieve me. I can't fight with my fingerprints on the bottle - I.. I don't know how they were placed there.

I'm so sorry, but the killer is still at large.

[douchemag]

[Judar's surprisingly quiet during all this - or perhaps not that surprisingly after all, since he really doesn't have a horse in this race either way.

But he does subtly move closer to Clover during this.]

[todorable]

You can't even come up with an excuse? Some way someone could've stolen your prints? A time you gave someone a bottle before? You've gotta see how bad this looks. No one can help you unless you help us. If there's anything you didn't mention--any part of Friday you don't remember...

[brooches]

It's evident how bad this looks. It's a death sentence but I'd rather die than go down as a liar. If this is how you or anyone else... I can't stop the voting.

[ She's honestly scared. Her voice trembles. ]

Nothing other than my alibi... it's all right-right there...

[todorable]

[he frowns, desperately afraid of making the wrong decision]

...Why do you think Hancock offered you a glass of wine in the first place? Had you told him you were interested in changing your opinion on alcohol consumption?

[missmaladroite]

[Okay.... keep a cool head, Ladybug]

Elizabeth. Can you think of any other reason your prints would be on the bottle?

[brooches]

None at all. I had water and we chatted. We chatted about my damn problems and - now he'll have died for nothing. I have no attachment to Light or reason to kill Hancock. I - none of this is making sense.

[missmaladroite]

[Puts a gentle hand on her shoulder]

[it's not a yaoihand like the one in that icon]

Think, Elizabeth - is there anything at all you can think of? Just take a deep breath.

[brooches]

[ LMFAO LEAVE BOOKER ALONE. ]

No. The nightmares - they weren't violent at all... They were just... sad. Horrifically sad. I tried to stay up as much as possible. Hancock kept me company and we discussed things on the ship. Mainly why I'm selfish for feeling an ounce of happiness for being around people. He disagreed.