WEEK 7 - Trial Day Two

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (7)

sunday TRIAL DAY TWO (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]

Limited... how? We don't know how your powers usually operate.

[He won't tell her off today. Maybe. He just doesn't want to doubt Adrien, okay.]

[missmaladroite]

[Adrien's already explaining it once a day, but she.... looks in her shirt, and then takes a deep breath]

Our powers come from our suit, and we can only use it once a day here. Thursday night, he was in costume until we went back to my room, so there's no way he could have used it again.

[antagonize]

You saw him change out of costume, right? He wouldn't have been able to change back within the time frame we're looking for, then, if it's a once per day type of deal.

[The furry is saved???]

Congrats. I guess this means your boyfriend's in the clear. Well — as long as he doesn't have an alien demon co-piloting his body, that is.

[missmaladroite]

Exactly. And even if it weren't for our powers being limited, we can't just turn them off and on whenever we want. That's why we try to stay in costume as long as possible.

[GOOD. But she grimaces]

That's impossible. He's my partner, I would know if he's an alien.

[antagonize]

Not so sure about that. Jack didn't know Rhys was an alien, and I am pretty sure they were banging.

[no.]

[missmaladroite]

Jack is too full of himself to notice anything about anyone else, and they weren't getting along very well in the first place. [she's just assuming from the... stabbing and all]

Besides, Chat Noir has been taken over by evil before. I can recognize the signs by now.

[Marinette please]

[refactor]

[ Though he just nods in agreement to what Marinette says. He doesn't even deny that he's full of himself and that (implicitly, so far as he's concerned) Rhys is a dick. ]

[missmaladroite]

[oh my god]

[at least.... he's... honest????]

See?! Even he agrees with me!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[UGGHHHHH]

We can skip the greatest hits of my failures, please.

[missmaladroite]

[why are you such a loser, Adrien]

I'm just saying, if you were, I'd know. And I'd bring you back, like I always do.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[listen.... he just doesn't want to talk about valentines day everything else is fine!!! he has accepted loserdom!!!]

... Yeah. I know. I believe in you.

[missmaladroite]

[remember that time she kissed you]

[of course you don't, since you were wearing black lipstick, so you were definitely possessed]

Eheheh..... Well, don't worry.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Whispering!]

Psst, Marinette, you have to promise to tell me his failures at some point. I'd love to hear about it.

[Pretty pleeeeeease?]

[missmaladroite]

[Giggles a little behind her hand and then whispers back]

You really want to know?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Oh yes, I do!

[You're the best, Marinette]

[refactor]

[ Jack has probably just been straight up asleep, what a jerk. But he sure wakes up to defend his honor. ]

Wh-- No. Jesus. You really think-- Me and him? No.

[antagonize]

Hey. I'm not judging. Plenty of people like them young and leggy.

[He's not serious, but. You know. Since Jack is so determined to defend his honor.]

i'm really sorry about this tag

[refactor]

[ Jack groans exaggeratedly, complete with a roll of his eyes, but he at least sits up to fully argue this by which I mean make it 100% worse. ]

Okay, first of all, leggy, that is objectively true, but his legs just get in the friggin' way? I mean, I spent a few days handcuffed to the guy, and do you know how hard it was to, like, configure things correctly? Cupcake was like, eighty percent leg. And cold metal arm? The worst.

[ This is bad enough, and yet, he's not done. ]

Second, god, it was a mentorship. Like-- Rhysie and I had a deal, and for the record, he's the one that screwed that up. I saw myself in him. He coulda been great with my guidance, and so guidance I did provide. Not, y'know, dating. He's like the worst kind of boyfriend material anyways. He's a huge dick.