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

[baptizer]

[ Sorry, she doesn't really pull away, just kind of sits back to look at him. Pretty serious given their talks recently. ]

So, perhaps you should stop? [ That's the logical step here! ] Let me help you tomorrow. Anything that needs to be done, please.

[ Like, okay, be awkward, but Elizabeth is going to show some affection here in the form of concern. She doesn't care if anyone saw them, but she's noting his reaction and slowly slipping her arms from around his neck, but still kinda sitting closely in front of him. ]

[antagonize]

I could. But if I stopped, someone else is gonna have to step up and risk their necks for this. We don't want that, either. [It's not the logical step? It's an awful step? But, whatever!] ... I supposed I could let you help, though. We still need to figure out what the hell the syringe and the crap from the gardens was used for, after all. Won't be nearly as exciting as almost setting your own ass on fire, but what is?

[Affection is terrible and should be against the rules, honestly. He never knows how to deal with it, be it physical or verbal. It just... doesn't mesh with him; hasn't, since he died the first time. But that's that, and he seems a tinge less awkward once there's a teeny bit less proximity between them. It could also be the fact that he's making jokes about being set on fire again, but. Well. Details.]

[baptizer]

Irony that would fall on my hand then. [ SYRINGES. FLOWERS. GOD DAMN IT, TRIGGERED?? She's dealing with this by being a sassy little shit, okay. Elizabeth had truly grown into a woman with no chill, which is why she's pretty much not pulling from him general space. ] This isn't the blaze of glory most people talk about, so stop joking.

[ She will smack you, okay. Hesitantly, her hand does go up to look at his cheek, the soft red imprint under his good eye - where she catches his bad one. ]

You have me, alright? Just flag me down when you need me. [ Her thumb runs along his stubble only briefly, not intending to cause the sting to further. She pulls away. ]

Do you need anything for that?

[ The slap or eye? Whatever, both! ]