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

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette knows it's for Plagg, but she can't say as much, so]

W-Well, it's the model in him! He has some strange habits, ehehe.

[NAILED IT.... anyway, she's not the sniffer in this relationship, creep]

[Marinette does a cursory check of the bathroom and food chute, but she's not really expecting anything]

pretend i tagged this earlier instead of thinking i did

[breakshot]

Look, being a model? That's one thing. Leaving out food for a week long or more? Isn't what I'd call a hygienic habit to be having. That's asking for mold or worse!

[ WHY. WHY DO YOU DO THIS WHY DO YOU LEAVE MOLDY FOOD OUT. At least be thankful Machias is going to take out all that cheese and set that aside for the trash too.

Also, Adrien? Remember the time you snooped through his man diary? Yeah. He's absolutely going to look, but he'll put it away if it seems like it's something personal. What secrets does this crumpled up paper reveal? ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[it's good that marinette expects nothing because there is... nothing. Maybe some more fucking cheese, idk, Plagg is a menace. The bathroom is pretty clean!! Adrien is a good cat.

Machias, I'm glad you looked, because now you are a witness to Adrien's terrible poetry drafts. They're all obviously about Marinette, and he has crossed out words, notes about rhymes and metaphors on the side and a whole lot of question marks. There's a lot about her eyes and how it makes his kokoro go doki doki. All in all, it looks like he was trying real hard to confess to her via poems but could not get the wording right.

It is exactly as nerdy as it sounds.

... Oh, and there's also a heart with their initials on it drawn on there. Because of course.]

[missmaladroite]

I'll talk to him about it!! [nervous laughter]

[Marinette's cleaning the cheese up.... she'll take one last look around and then go look at what Machias found]

Anyway! What's that?

[breakshot]

[ Oh, now this is cute. Who knew Adrien had such a romantic side to him? Machias briefly considers fixing up the poetry for him and suggesting better rhymes and metaphors before neatly folding it and quietly putting it away in his desk. But when he hears Marinette coming up behind him, he sees the opportunity. To poke fun at Marinette and get back at Adrien for leaving so much moldy food in his room. This is for making him gag, Adrien!! ]

"My dear Marinette, how you shine so bright."

[ he's absolutely putting his vocal cords to work for this one. did you think they were only used for hollering, oh no. ]

"That time when we first met, like a glimmer in the night. When the starlit sky fades away into the dawn, the gentle radiance of your smile will never be gone."

[ THAT'S NOT WHAT IT SAYS ASSHOLE also Machias is struggling to keep a straight face now and might be choking in laughter ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[THAT'S NOT WHAT IT SAYS, ASSHOLE

also marinette won't see shit because because there's nothing around except plagg's leftovers which LISTEN???? REALLY NOT ADRIEN'S FAULT]

[missmaladroite]

[why are you doing this, Machias?? You know this poor, pathetic soul is far too lovestruck to notice Machias is making fun of her. Her eyes light up and she makes a desperate reach for the poetry, obviously on the moon]

Is--- Is that really what it says? He was writing poetry for me?!

[repent your evil ways, Machias]

[breakshot]

[ ... He really shouldn't be surprised Marinette's actually falling for any of this, but he'll let her grab it and have a look for herself. ]

I think I'll let you be the judge. [ He's chortling. Don't crack up, Machias!! ] Our aspiring poet's certainly got something - or someone special on the mind, that much I'll tell you.

[ OKAY let's have a look at the vents up there before he leaves Marinette in her dreamy love note induced bliss. Is it possible Adrien could have jumped up there and does it look like it was messed with recently? ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Marinette will find this beauty once she reads it. she was better off listening to machias's lies tbh there's a reason he crumpled it up.

there is nothing near the vent!! y'all are pretty much done there was nothing here except cheese and cheesier poetry. aren't you glad you wasted your time.]