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

[antagonize]

So Marinette's going to be a widow at 15, huh? How cold-hearted of you, Adrien.

[HE'S JOKING but

alien possession

you never know.

Let him make fun of the furries one last time with his new and shiny monocular vision, okay.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

We're not-- married.

[ah. specific. anyway!!!!]

Thanks for killing me off so early, though. It's appreciated.

[antagonize]

You are now. So pucker up and kiss the bride.

[Please stop making the teens uncomfortable.]

You're welcome. I like being proactive.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

What, are you a priest now on top of being a Jedi?

[jason you suck stop killing him off]

[antagonize]

Got it in one. I'm a man of many talents. Don't be so surprised.

[no never????]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I guess they're both kind of monks... [adrien your nerd is showing] The pirate aesthetic doesn't work with either of them, though.

[ADRIEN IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN 48 HOURS]

[antagonize]

Excuse you, dashing the dreams of little boys everywhere. The pirate aesthetic works with everything.

[JASON WAS MAKING FUN OF HIMSELF NOT EVEN 10 HOURS LATER. IT'S OKAY.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but it doesn't. You can't be a Jedi/priest without depth perception.

[antagonize]

Wow. Are you discriminating against me? Guess I know now who to vote for.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Hmmm... not me, because you just said you'd hate to make a widow out of Marinette?

[douchemag]

I'm a priest. You looking to get hitched?

[LET THE FURRIES BANG 2K16]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Wait, you're a priest? Really?

[ADRIEN YOU'RE LIKE TWELVE OBJECT LOUDER TO BEING ASKED IF YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED]

[parodeity]

Dibs on best man.

[ too late ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Who else would it be?

[A D R I E N]

[douchemag]

What's with that tone?

[just don't ask him what religion he represents...]

Yeah, one of my official title's High Priest of the Kou Empire. I've had to officiate a couple of royal weddings from time to time.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I just... didn't expect it? [like. at all.] Huh... So you've got some experience already?

[aDRIEN AGRESTE STOP THAT RIGHT NOW]

[douchemag]

More than enough. Not that it's hard - you just show up, say the words, and hope no one's eaten all the food by the time you're done getting out of the stupid ceremonial robes.

[He raises an eyebrow.] Why, you interested? You realize this means you actually have to kiss her. Though by the sounds of it, you've gotten more than a head start on that already. [i'm sorry did you think he was going to stay out of the furry doxxing]

[missmaladroite]

Not you too! Just stay out of this! It's not your business!

[as if this isn't just going to encourage him to terrorize her more]

[missmaladroite]

How?!

[Marinette also... object....]

[douchemag]

How am I a priest or how does getting hitched work? You gotta clarify for me here.

[missmaladroite]

I know how getting married works! I'm talking about you! [gestures to all of him] How are you a priest?

[douchemag]

Good question. [He takes a moment to ponder this deeply...then shrugs.] No idea? Honestly, I think they just wanted the status of having a magi as their high priest, so they gave me the training and the robes and my duties.

[missmaladroite]

Stop with your stupid jokes already! He's innocent, so he's not going to die!

[antagonize]

He's on the suspects list. I've gotta get some millage out of this opportunity for comedy gold.

[SHRUGS.]

[missmaladroite]

Ugh! You're so annoying!!

[Jason's adoption of the furries is complete]