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]

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.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I was murdered. Two months later, a friend was convinced by a jerk to try resurrecting me with necromancy.

[Shelley shudders]

The time I was undead...those were taxing times for me.

[chiseler]

I'm not gonna ask why it took two months for that to be a thing. How'd you stop being...well, undead?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I was struck by thunder and it kind of... [She gestures, uncertain] ...revived me? I don't really know. It just happened, and it was really convenient.

[chiseler]

I'm not going to tell you how much that doesn't make sense because I think you already know, but.

[He's thinking about his conversation with Jessie and also Shelley's alibi.] You wouldn't have gone back to the incinerator by yourself, would you?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

No. After I left with Jessie I went to sleep. The next time I returned to the incinerator was in the morning, like ten minutes after the body announcement, and Jessie was there.

[chiseler]

And Jessie already explained why she went back. All right, all right. So far all of that checks out. You guys didn't check anywhere else besides the incinerator after that?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Not together. After she and I left the incinerator after finding those things I wandered around in the bottom deck, but I found no new clues.