WEEK 7 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (7)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (24) 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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[tacklefordwhimsy]

[When Shelley sees herself in the suspect list again she sighs. This is what she gets for being somewhere on Thursday night. First when she was locking herself in a cell, and now this week]

Adrien and Roxy are suspects too? Okay, that's ludicrous.

[She muttered that to herself but it was loud enough to be heard. Look, she likes those two kids, okay? Then, to everyone else]

Just like I said when Allen died: I didn't do it. This time I don't have evidence to give...well, I kinda do, but I think Jessie should tell it all since she isn't a suspect and she arrived before me to where we investigated.

[Sorry Jessie!]

[tevinteriscoming]

Nothing is ludicrous anymore. The question is whether the killer this week is by one of those things, or by someone who'd like us to think so.

[antagonize]

It's possible it could be the latter. Some asshole trying to copy the aliens's modus operandi to make this whole shindig more confusing than it needs to be.

[Not to mention...]

Shelley put her evidence report up. Said she found a burnt piece of paper... and both Yuno and Arumat reported something related to the vents. Sounds to me like someone could have asked for the vent map in exchange for whacking Fumi out.

[tevinteriscoming]

That's true. But one of those things might have asked for the vent map in order to obscure itself. There are easier ways to disguise a map if you don't want it found than to partially burn it.

I just wonder about the motive this week. Is a brief conversation really worth dying for?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Maybe the culprit didn't have any use for the vent map anymore and burned it just to be safe. Keeping it around would be a big risk, right?

[tevinteriscoming]

Yes, but my point is that it's not actually that hard to fully destroy a piece of paper. If they wanted to hide the use of the vent map, the fact that we immediately found an object we've all assumed must be the vent map is a problem.

[refactor]

I mean, they could just be an asshole.

[ not that jack would know anything about that ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, by no means do I doubt that one could be an asshole without being a murderous demon. But looking at our list of suspects, I'm not so sure about it this week.

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph. Even if you are a suspect you can write it up just fine.

{ He doesn't give a shit if Shelley is a suspect it seems-- he thinks she's capable of telling the truth in an evidence report. }

I've done it before.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

...you got a point there. I'll do it.

[thanatosincarnate]

Good.

[chiseler]

Our suspects list is getting worse and worse each week isn't it? [There's something that might be a sympathetic smile if it wasn't on Luke's face, but he does have a question for her.]

I'll ask Jessie questions myself later then, but there's something on your profile I've been meaning to ask you. It says you're favored by the supernatural. Would that include the aliens on our ship?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

It is. [And it sucks]

I doubt it. I don't even know what "being favored" is supposed to mean. May be a joke of whoever wrote my profile because of everything that happens to me back at home.

[Kinda]

[chiseler]

And what kind of stuff have you dealt with back home? Besides people making squirrel-flavored energy drinks. [They've briefly talked about this, but now he's looking for more specifics.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Oh boy, where to start...

[Shelley takes a deep breath and starts counting with her fingers]

Turning into a zombie via necromancy, encountering communist robots -okay, that one may not be supernatural - trying to get out of the afterlife dimension, fighting a worryingly smart community of jellyfishes, being attacked by vampires in Bulgaria, briefly investigating someone's attempts to make high school children do satanic rituals, the apocalypse, giant bees, a sentient flying bell with a moustache that was said to deliver easter eggs, finding Atlantis...

[She says all that as if it happened to anyone]

Those are the supernatural related things I have dealt with. There has been other less-supernatural stuff but it doesn't matter here.

[chiseler]

[Luckily for Shelley she's talking to a demigod and some of this stuff (while really unusual) isn't too strange to him so he's nodding along more like she's simply telling him about the weather than crazy happenstance.]

That's a lot. [No shit.] So I guess it sort of rules out the question of if you'd recall having to fight off an alien anytime recently. But tell me more about this turning into a zombie thing. How'd that happen?

[He's also concerned about the flying bell because that's just weird, but.]

[toprotecttheworld]

What do you want, Luke Castellan? Make it quick.

[chiseler]

Easy, Jessie. [He even holds up his hands in a non-defensive gesture.] I'm just curious what you two were doing in the garbage the day before.

[toprotecttheworld]

Isn't it obvious? We were going to make sure no one else could use the incinerator. Unfortunately, I had to go back to my room. I didn't have a choice in the matter. Shelley came with me that far.

[chiseler]

While that's a smart idea, what do you mean you didn't have a choice in the matter?

[erythristic]

...Why were you in the garbage room for six hours?

[that's gross, Shelley.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

It was a failed attempt to stop any potential killers from using the incinerator.

[Sigh]

I should have stayed there for another six hours.

[erythristic]

I see.

[it's weird, but people on this ship have done stranger things.]

And who would you have contacted, if that device was in your possession?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Frankly? No one.

[Is the device nearby? She gestures in direction of the device]

In that thing there are three friends and a person who hates me, and while I'd love to hear a friend's voice again...well, what would I tell them? That I'm trapped in a spaceship nine hundred years in the future?

[Shrugs]

They wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It'd be useless to do it.

[erythristic]

Even the comfort it would bring you to know they're alive - is that so useless?

[goodness, Shelley, but you're a cold one.]