WEEK 8 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (8)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (22) 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]

The dummy first, but if it isn't sufficient, then I'll step in.

[And she's going to shove the naked Rhys... thing... into the suit with more force than necessary.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Or more accurately I'll step in.

[FIGHT HIM???]

[antagonize]

Or you could both step in. You're like— short. Tiny. Small. Pick a synonym. My point is, you could both squeeze into the suit at once. I'm sure you'd enjoy that.

[No????????????]

[missmaladroite]

Don't start. I've had enough of you today.

[antagonize]

You say you've had enough of me today, and yet... Here we are. How amazingly contradictory, isn't it?

[missmaladroite]

Only because-- very rarely--! something useful comes out of your mouth.

[antagonize]

Very rarely is better than never. I'll take it as a compliment.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...he doesn't answer because honestly yes he would like that]

[missmaladroite]

[frisky kitty]

[antagonize]

[WINKS BECAUSE HE'S GOT YOUR BACK, KID. HE'LL BE YOUR WINGMAN.

except

he only has one eye

so it just looks like he's blinking in adrien's direction.

tragedy.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[...blinks back???

god jason you sure tried]

[antagonize]

[he tried and he failed.]

[missmaladroite]

Settle down, chaton. Let me handle this.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm not letting you set yourself on fire, Ladybug.

[HE'S NOT LETTING IT GO]

[tevinteriscoming]

May I note once again, I can only cast this spell once? No one is being set on fire!

[antagonize]

Hey, let them squabble. It's all part of young love, right?

[STOP FINDING THIS FUNNY, JASON TODD.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[is it still funny now that it's a self-sacrificial thing, jason todd!!!!

probably]

[missmaladroite]

And you think I'd let you?

[JUST KEEPS ARGUING OVER DORIAN BEING LOGICAL]

Don't you trust me?

1/2

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Paris needs you.

[and he immediately clams up because. um. he didn't meant to say that wow.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[HA HA WHAT A FUNNY JOKE AWKWARD LAUGHTER]

Not that it matters, since it seems neither of us are getting burned! Except by some verbal lashing, maybe.

[THIS IS FINE]

[antagonize]

[AND SO NOBODY FORGETS ABOUT IT LATER—

He's slipping the card into the suit's pocket once she's done dressing Rhys up. The same pocket Clover found the melted item in, presumably, for extra accuracy.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[While the teens are smooching each other over who is needed by Paris more - ]

Shall we? Though if you don't mind, I'd rather you direct me. I can see it tomorrow - Dorian intentionally did the test wrong, let's kill him. What a waste; I'm far too pretty to be executed.

[antagonize]

Sure. I'll direct you. Better to make sure you hit the right spots, before your beau puts an axe in my back for indirectly giving him a major case of the blue balls.

[Stop... Stop joking about their sex lives. Now isn't the time? They're on trial for murder??? But, whatever. He memorized the scorch marks on the original suit, so he'll point out the areas that were burned. In other words, the front and the sides.]

We need you to burn these areas. No holding back. I don't know what forty percent means in your case, but whatever it is? Use it. Try to melt the skin off Rhys if you can.

[tevinteriscoming]

Luckily for your back, I've never had any complaints about hitting the right spots.

[Oh wait yes Adrien and Marinette are right here presumably confessing their feelings maybe he should stop.]

Mm, are you sure? It's my mana that's limited, not the strength of the spell. At full power I think it will be a considerably larger blast than what I've seen Arumat do.

[antagonize]

If you say things like that, you're just gonna make me curious.

[There are kids. In the room. Like, not even across the room. Maybe a couple of yards away. Terrible.]

Hey, I'm not a magic expert. Just do what you have to do to make the scorch marks as similar as the ones on the original suit. If that involves setting the whole room on fire, then go ahead. It's about time the kids got a proper fire drill, anyway.