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

[muties]

Dildo? Tablet. Statuette of a cat. Doorknob. Knife. That fuckin' scythe from the garden. Hairclip. Mousetrap. Vent thing. Alien baby.

[ starts making guesess ]

[antietam]

We could try burning all of those. [ Whoever has the scythe please give it up for science. ]

[muties]

It'd be very scientific and not messy at all.

[bloodteller]

[ okay that last one is terrifying.... yuno pulls her new beloved woobie, judave the ugly fish prop, closer ]

Roxy, do you really think they're laying eggs?

[ oh my god .... oh my god ]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I seriously didn't want to picture Rhys laying eggs. Thank you so much for the horrible trauma you have just inflicted on me, Yuno.

[You're the worst]

[bloodteller]

But that's what aliens do in movies, right? Also, I don't think Rhys wants you picturing him laying eggs, either!

[muties]

Shit, why not? They're p fucked up as far as aliens go.

[ she was joking but hey why not ]

[bloodteller]

[ how is it that all of roxy's jokes fly over yuno's head... ]

...How do you know what's fuc, uh, not normal for aliens? They seemed like... what I would expect from aliens, actually...

[chiseler]

...an alien baby could explain the sound in the vent. [Now he's just shitstirring, sorry.]

[thatbites]

Don't.

[She doesn't need this mental image.]

[chiseler]

Look anything is possible. [No it's not.]

[muties]

Right? A little wriggler wriggling around up there. It all adds up. We should name it.

[chiseler]

Well now that depends, do we want to guess it's a boy alien wriggler or a girl alien wriggler? [Roxy thank you for humoring him.] Maybe name it something after the father.

[bloodbiter]

Luke.

[smh]

[chiseler]

[Sorry he's like this Addie. Forgive him if he's just busy laughing to himself.]

[thanatosincarnate]

...

{ luke what the hell }

[douchemag]

That pregnancy test for Jack did come up positive...

[okay no he's just trolling]

[bloodteller]

Mr. Jack isn't involved at all, Judar!

[ ALSO NO ONE WANTS TO IMAGINE JACK THE ALIEN BABY DAD??? ]

[douchemag]

Then Rhys was cheating on him? That's cold. No wonder he shot the guy.

[HE LITERALLY DIED A WEEK AGO JUDAR]

[muties]

And we all know Rhys and Jack were banging before they both lost their shit.

[douchemag]

Exactly. Could have been all thanks to the pregnancy mood swing.

[antagonize]

We did find their babies, didn't we? A whole wall of them.

[douchemag]

Okay seriously, why haven't we destroyed those yet? Whole wall of creepy alien babies, I wouldn't be surprised if they actually did hatch and start crawling around.

[erythristic]

[AND I MEAN LATER, COMING TO FIND ROXY:]

One more quick question. Your card says that your item is...a book, yes?

[muties]

Yeah. It's one of my mom's, she wrote a whole series. It's about wizards?

[ she should say one of her daughter's but ugh fuck homestuck. but roxy pops the book out of her sylladex just in case grell wants to see it. ]