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]

Maybe I should go behind you to make sure you aren't faking it?

[you're not getting out of this father Judar]

[douchemag]

How would you even know if I wasn't faking it? Besides, then you'd have to go through it twice. Or four times, since you have to make sure no one else is faking it either.

[missmaladroite]

I could stand behind you and jab you to make sure you aren't taking your time.

[she doesn't seem to mind running around in the vents]

[douchemag]

No way! I'll go through it, but you're not allowed to jab me!

[bloodteller]

She should definitely nudge you! It'll help you keep up, like you really did it. That way, you'll be disqualified entirely. You can't go slow about it at all!

[douchemag]

[WTF YUNO I THOUGHT WE WERE BROS]

I didn't do it, so I'm not gonna fake it! I'm just not a fast person!

[bloodteller]

I know you didn't do it. But they don't, so you have to prove it. [ but the glare is replaced by a smile, at least. ]

I know you'll come out of this safe, don't yell at me like I don't.

[douchemag]

[Oh...well that gets him to actually drop the huffy attitude, because how does he deal with genuine emotions no this is the worst.]

Okay, okay. I'm just saying, people better not suspect I'm faking and start jabbing me just because I'm not a freaking cat.

[missmaladroite]

[TOO LATE!!!!!!!]

[time for revenge]

If you go fast enough, I won't have to.

[douchemag]

What does fast enough even mean? Look at me, do I look like a guy who runs a lot to you? [fucking nerd mage can't run worth shit]

[missmaladroite]

Let's find out!

[revenge bullying is so sweet]

[douchemag]

I'm going, I'm going!

[And off they go into the kitchen! It's easy enough for him to fly up to the vent, but once he's there, he just kind of. Has to stare at it for a while. How the fuck is he going to fit both his ridiculously large staff and his stupid hair in there.

It takes a few failed attempts, but in the end he manages to enter it by cuddling his staff tightly to his body like a teddy bear and entering it like Superman. A few seconds later, there's the thunk of someone who definitely just hit his head on something hard, like the top of a vent.]

Ow! Son of a--!

[missmaladroite]

[he has a minute or so while she runs off to transform, then she's parkouring up the vent and coming up behind him]

[and also trying not to laugh]

Well, you made it in, even if it wasn't the most graceful of entrances.

[as if you can talk Marinette!!!]

[douchemag]

Shut up, I'd like to see you do better carrying this staff around!

[UGH STOP BULLYING HIM MARINETTE!! He curses under his breath some more, but finally starts crawling. Considering that he has to also do it while pushing his staff in front of him since it won't fit at his side, it's uh. Slow going. Feel free to start jabbing him at any point.]

Do you actually have any idea where I'm supposed to be going?

[missmaladroite]

To the pod room, and the incinerator. We can do it twice. Just don't delay.

[she could do anything better than you!]

[and yeah she's gonna jab, good luck with that, Judar]

We don't have all day!

[douchemag]

I have no idea where either of those places are!

[BUT UGH FINE!! Judar gets his ass in gear after a dirty look at her, but god...having to push his staff in front of him is so much work...why is this so much work...he'll manage to make it to the pods without much of a hassle, but about a third of the way to the incinerator his patience finally runs out.]

Ugh, screw this! [He'll crawl on top of his staff and clutch it between his knees, attempting to hover. It seems to work for a second...and then he promptly slams his head hard against the top of the vent again.]

Ow! [He falls straight back down onto his face again and then just. Lies there, groaning miserably into the vent. Just shove him the rest of the way into the garbage, he's Tired and Done.]