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WEEK 8 - Trial Day Two
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (8) |
saturday TRIAL DAY TWO (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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Okay, not really, but she does flush a hot blush across her cheeks and looks away. Why, why, why, were boys so - ugh. Sinful. Whatever, Elizabeth diverts her eyes when he removes his pants, trying to not commit it to memory. Before he knows it, she's taking a step closer. He'd feel her against him and damn it - this isn't what I expected to ship, but here we are. Elizabeth's fingers run against his neck, tilting his jawline to look for any bruising at his neck. Left, then right. ]
Is that wishful thinking on your part?
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Mm...don't flatter yourself too much. [Look maybe if she were a little older--oh fuck it, whatever. Here we are. Regardless he's being an Adult and letting this carry on.] Now I think you're just using this as an excuse. [He still has to be a shithead, apparently, even if there's a charming grin in place. There's no bruising, no new marks. Good thing he didn't whack himself with the Keyblade this week.]
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[ LUKE, PLEASE, THIS IS SUPER LEWD. Her fingertips trace against his neck, not lingering too long but she's actually authoritative on it. She knows that injection points are fairly common in the neck and -
She takes a step back, motioning for him to lift his arms up towards her, so she can see his forearms. Anything there? ]
You're banned from stripping me if in the future I'm suspected, just as a reference.
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Would you rather it be Jason? [He asks innocently, in the most innocent tone possible and not quite loud enough for Jason to hear it.]
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They're close now, her hands gripping on one arm, looking for anything - repeating the pattern to his opposite arm. ]
W-What?!
[ She will totally push him away by his fucking abs okay. ]
Stop that - [ She's looking around totally for Jason before covering her face. ] No! That's not what I meant!
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Of course, once she looks at his arms and pushes him away he bursts into laughter. Even with her hands covering her face, one of his hands comes up to cup her cheek. Oh Liz. This is too easy.] Don't worry, I won't say a thing. [He's leaving his hand there until she stops hiding her face, sorry.]
Anything else you need to check?
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Okay, he's cupping her face and he's still totally lewd. She peeks between her fingers. ]
There's nothing to say. Jason is - he's a friend. [ That's right. ] He'd be uncomfortable if anyone even suggested otherwise.
[ Liz is #problematic. But, she shakes her head, dragging her hand away. ]
No... that was all. Please get dressed.
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Mmhm. [He doesn't believe her, but he likes her enough he'll let her off easy. He lets go of her face and smiles lightly, ducking his head as he nods.]
Gotcha. Thanks.