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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Comments

[douchemag]

[He's not exactly surprised to see himself on the suspect list - honestly, he's shocked he hasn't put up earlier - but his face slides towards irritation anyway. Goddammit, this means he's actually going to have to pay attention to the trial instead of just playing Furry Passing and napping the whole time, doesn't it.]

So this is the part where people ask me shit? Whatever, I've got nothing to hide.

[also he sure does still have pretty pink ribbons in his hair, because I guess he just stole them from Clover and never bothered giving them back. fuck you guys he looks great]

[antietam]

So you can fly, right? How exactly does that work? Are there any limits to it?

[douchemag]

It's a basic spell most mages learn early back home. [He waves a hand dismissively.] I won't bore you with the details, but it technically involves manipulating gravity. And before you ask, I can only do it with myself, I can't make anything else fly - at least not here.

As for limits, not back home. On this ship? Who the fuck knows. It's so cramped here, it's not like I can really test it out anywhere.

[antietam]

Have you tried going all the way up to the ceiling?

[douchemag]

Oh yeah, that's easy enough. [He's...probably floating in the air as they speak right now, honestly...] Smacked my head against it a few times already. Why are the rooms here so damn small?

[bloodteller]

I know you didn't do it.

[ apparently all yuno's faves are #INNOCENT ]

Can you tell me about the person on your... monitor-display? [ the thingie. the cutie you wanna call, judar, who is it ]

[douchemag]

Right? From the evidence people found, it already sounds like way too much work.

[why is this his defense and not I wouldn't kill anyone]

Uh, sure. [He points to two people, because wow, amazingly enough Judar has Two Whole Friends??? Incredible. The first is a redheaded girl way too cute for him, the second is this scarred asshole. They're both easy to pick out thanks to the elaborate Chinese garb they're wearing.] Kougyoku and Hakuryuu. They're a princess and a prince from the country I'm from.

[bloodteller]

[ huh. ]

Is she your girlfriend? [ she's pointing to the redheaded girl. she's cute. ]

[douchemag]

What? Hahahaha, no way. She's not even a friend, she's just a girl I grew up with.

[no don't listen to him they're totally bffs shut the fuck up asshole]

[parodeity]

He def didn't do it.

[ holds up hand for a fist bump ]

[bloodteller]

[ she doesn't hang out with kids her age much, what is this movement that dave is doing.....? oh. right. she saw it in a movie once. YUNO TRIUMPHANTLY RAISES HER FIST AND COMPLETES THE FIST BUMP even if it. took her a moment or two. oops ]

[chiseler]

...it takes you an hour to do your hair? [Let's just ask the really serious questions here okay. But really, he's also just gauging Judar for the time being until he decides to ask real questions. (How do braids work he just doesn't know...)]

[douchemag]

Uh, yeah. Have you seen how long it is? Plus I gotta work magic on it and all.

[YEAH HE JUST ADMITS THAT LIKE IT'S NOT THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING IN THE WORLD]

[chiseler]

And what kind of magic goes into making sure your hair's all in order? [Tell him about your magic bro, that's all he wants out of this.]

[douchemag]

It's just a simple inflation spell. You didn't think this was natural, did you?

[i'm getting secondhand embarrassment from these tags jfc]

[toprotecttheworld]

Just because your hair is humdrum doesn't mean everyone else's has to be.

[chiseler]

Wh--my hair is fine!

[toprotecttheworld]

Your hair is basic. You look like you'd be in the background of someone else's photo.

[douchemag]

Thank you. It's like they want everyone to look as boring as they do.

[UGH TEAM RIDICULOUS HAIRSTYLES UNITE]

[toprotecttheworld]

It's no problem at all, Judar~!

[Jessie's voice is so singsong whenever she praises him smh]

Glad I could help clear up that little misunderstanding. Beauty and hair takes time.

[missmaladroite]

I bet it was you.

[Marinette you piece of shit!!!!!]

And what is going on with your hair?

[parodeity]

Dude, no, Judar's legit.

[ thanks for that vote of confidence dave...? ]

[missmaladroite]

How?

[THAT IS THE LAST WORD SHE'D USE TO DESCRIBE JUDAR]

[parodeity]

We're bros.

[ JUDAR IS THE BEST ARTIST EVER ]

[douchemag]

[thank you Dave you are a true bro and his favorite person on this ship tbh]

Thank you. I'm not about to kill over a motive this dumb or do it so early in the morning. [why is this his defense]

And my hair is fine! Why does everyone keep going on about my hair? What's going on with yours?