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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[bloodbiter]

Of course.

[heading over to examine on top of the bed, under the sheets and mattress, all that]

What are your thoughts?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[The desk has, well, a lot of things. On the surface of the desk there are two things: one is a sketchbook, which, if you open it, will have lots and lots of drawings of the people in the ship. There are a couple that feature Luke, one of them showing him being bamboozled by Arbok. Good times, good times. There are also several of Adelina. Seems like Shelley considers her a good friend.

The other is a pile of envelopes, three, to be exact, each one directed to a different person and address you don't know. Each one is...extremely thick, almost bursting with content. On top of it, there's a note. 'Hello! If you're reading this, then I'm either a suspect or dead. It sucks. If I'm a suspect please don't touch these! If I'm dead, please take these with you, and once everything is over try to make them get to my world. Once there, make sure they get to the city of Tackleford, in England. Thank you! Shelley Winters It's worth noting the note and the envelopes both have a layer of dust. Seems like they haven't been touched in quite some time.

On the bed there was only one thing: a cellphone. It's charged. Nothing under the sheets or the mattress!]

[chiseler]

If you look at our suspects--[And while he's talking and Adelina's searching, he's checking out the items on the desk. He shifts the envelopes around, reading over the note and even shaking the contents of the envelope because why not before he turns his attention to the sketchbook.]--we have three people with what could qualify as "powers" or "special abilities" and two people without. The way the murder was set up doesn't really look like there was a lot of magical thought since it was a blunt hit to the head. [And he's not sure what to make of it.]

Remember Carta's trial? Kazuma used his magic to keep her in place hoping she'd drown and she ended up shooting herself. Raleigh's? Tsukuyo ended up killing him by pushing a robot on him. See the pattern? [He's finally opened the sketchbook and he's looking at the drawings. Huh. Okay well...that's something. Anything else in that sketchbook or even in the desk drawers? Maybe more drawings so he can get a sense of who else Shelley considers a good friend?]

[bloodbiter]

I can't say it seems very magical to me at all. My guess would be that someone stood outside the door and waited for Fumi to walk underneath the cabinet, then pulled on the string, causing the monitor to fall on her and inflict the wound that resulted in her death.

[now that she's done checking the bed, it's time to root around in the closet!]

But I do see what you mean.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[The drawers only have another sketchbook. Seems like Shelley also does screenplay writing. "Star Wars 3: The Saddest Wookie". It's...actually pretty good, and a real tearjerker. Better not delve too much into it or you won't be able to stop reading.

Other than that, the desk doesn't have anything else.

The closet is full of Shelley's clothes, a beanie having the spot of honor. It was made by Marinette, after all. No clothes seem to have anything noteworthy, and there's nothing hidden anywhere in the closet. Overall it could be said Shelley doesn't have any skeletons in the closet! Haha!

[chiseler]

[Reading is a pain in the ass so he won't do that, though he closes the sketchbook as well to head for the bathroom while Adelina's searching the closet. He'll let Adelina search the drawers and cabinets but he's glancing around the countertop, the mirror, and the shower.]

Which would mean that Fumi wouldn't have seen them. Making them what, totally invisible? [He'd been following that line of logic, too.] I didn't think twine was that strong anyway.

[bloodbiter]

It doesn't take long to pull a string, does it? Perhaps she couldn't move away quickly enough, even if she did see them. Although... You mentioned hearing something in the vents, did you not?

[as he checks the other areas, she goes to look in the drawers and cabinets in the bathroom.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[There are around a dozen empty bottles of wine in the bathroom, all of them left beside the sink. She poured all the liquor away after the trial about Light and Hancock's death, it seems.

Nothing to find in the cabinets or anything else in the bathroom!]

[chiseler]

[He's poking one of the bottles curiously but beyond that...nothing.]

Good point, but that's also making sure the thing would swing right and break right after it killed Fumi. Arumat and I heard something in the vents before we actually broke into the kitchen. You think maybe it's another alien case and whatever was possessing our culprit escaped at the last minute?

[Hm. Anything else worth investigating? Shelley's room seems pretty barren for a murderer.]

[bloodbiter]

[frowning at those bottles... yikes. the frown stays as she responds to luke.]

I would imagine after two of their number were killed, they would attempt to lay low for a while... But perhaps they are being foolish.

[she moves back out into the main room and glances around as well, making sure that there's nothing else of note.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Nope, nothing else to note. You two are done!]

[chiseler]

Either that or they're hoping we'd think that. [He shakes his head.] C'mon, let's get out of here and see what everybody else found out.