WEEK 8 - Trial Day Two

[al2955]

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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[breakshot]

He just came in to see how I was doing. I'd been trying to get more rest since, well... what happened the week before.

[ It's probably saying something that Machias doesn't immediately try to escape the contact, just looking away. He pats close to his knee area, indicating the place where it'd been stabbed. ]

I can't remember if Arumat said anything that stood out. He seemed the same as always, right up until he had to leave.

[missmaladroite]

How is your knee doing, by the way...? [Leaves her hand there for a few seconds]

Did he seem to be in a hurry?

[breakshot]

Better. I can't say it's completely healed but I can walk on it. Far longer than what I could manage before, at least.

[ so no more vent adventures or attempting to haul large-ass monitors for dorian sadly ]

I don't exactly know. He just said he had to take care of something.

[chiseler]

[...wait a second.]

Machias, can I ask you something? Did you and Arumat talk about this week's motive at all?

[breakshot]

... No, not that I recall. He really just wanted to see how I was doing.

[ and machias would have immediately shut down all attempts to talk about the motive because. fuck you jusis. ]

[chiseler]

[Well there goes that idea.]

All right. It just seems pretty strange that he left because he had to take care of something. Like we've actually got schedules on this ship or something.

[breakshot]

Some of us do have schedules, you know.

[ machias you are literally the only person who cares about strict schedules ]

Damn it. If I knew this was going to happen, I would have asked him...!

[chiseler]

Must be a military thing. [Luke don't be a jackass.] Look...you couldn't have known this was going to happen. Arumat was pretty set on being by himself and being able to take care of things by himself.

Just wish we had any sort of clue what direction he was going when he left your place.

[breakshot]

That bastard always did insist on doing everything himself...

[ machias don't riff your dead friends ]

Maybe we should consider something else: just where did he go after that? Did he arrange for a meeting with anyone? The least we can do is try to retrace his steps after he left and before he-- before that happened.

[chiseler]

That's what I'm thinking as well. But in order to find that out we'd have to cross-examine everybody on the ship probably and who knows if we'll get a real answer. It might be a better idea to ask everybody who saw Arumat during the week and spoke with him to narrow it down, and then we can try to retrace his steps.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

He talked about it with me. Why?

[he's told adam this, but he hadn't made it public knowledge since it didn't seem too relevant]

[chiseler]

...did he tell you what it was? [Hi Adrien you just became more interesting suddenly. He has a thought, but it's slow-going until he says it out loud stupid though it may be.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Yes. [he's reluctant to share it again even tho he told adam, but he can hazard a guess why it's coming up:] It's nothing he'd have killed over.

[is this adrien being a stubborn sunshine again???]

[chiseler]

Adrien. [PLEASE don't do this to him right now. He's pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes to focus because he needs a real answer and not. Adrien. Being Pure.] I need you to try that again. Are you sure it's nothing that he may have considered killing for? Maybe something someone else might have known, too? Be honest with me.

[Luke's not nice enough to say please but pretend he's saying please.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

He didn't even mean to tell me. It slipped out when we were arguing. [he gives a long sigh but shares since... again, he told Adam already] Arumat's secret was that he was dying. He was sick, and he had a couple of weeks or months at most. That's why he didn't care that he was vulnerable. He told me-- he told me he'd rather be the target than anyone else who had a chance at living.

[THANKS FOR MAKING HIM RELIVE THAT, LUKE]

[chiseler]

[....oops. He's not sure how to respond immediately, considering, but at least his expression's neutral as he thinks of a way out of this one.]

Oh. I see. [Yes good that's great. He peers out from between his fingers then.] ...and where were you when he told you that? One of your rooms?

[missmaladroite]

Take care of something....

[was it mpreg]

[breakshot]

Of "what", I'm not certain. Damn it, I should have asked.

[ and then he suddenly remembers. ]

... Oh. Come to think of it, he did say something about returning later.

[missmaladroite]

To see you? Or his room?

[OR TO SEE MPREG?]

[breakshot]

To... see me, I think. My mind had been elsewhere, so I hadn't thought to ask him about it.

[ ugh. you bastard. would it have killed you to tell-- oh wait, he is dead. oh... ]

I don't know how relevant it is, but I'd been reading some texts in my own room after that. Then my knee started acting up, so I had to take care of that. I went to bed not too long afterwards.

[todorable]

Why'd he "have" to go? Did he give some reason?

[breakshot]

I'd planned to rest early that day.

[ he motions to his knee as a reason ]

I don't think he told me. He said he had other business to attend to and left.

[todorable]

Of course! Of course. Asshole, had to be stoic, couldn't be helpful and just stay put, or at least say he had a hot date with some butt babies and property destruction...

[ugh he'd been hoping for--he's not sure what he'd been hoping for, but something. "business to attend to"? we don't even poop here, what even--wait]

...You don't think someone had called him out, do you?

[breakshot]

Right then and there? I'd think I'd have heard it.

[ but totty does have a point. ]

I don't think that necessarily stops any prearranged meetings with anyone. If he had any. I don't know - he never said anything to me about that, but that isn't something I'd have asked about to begin with.

[todorable]

Maybe you should be more nosy.

[p...probably that is bad advice, and even in this case it probably wouldn't have made a difference anyway, which he knows]

But...you're right, it's possible. He could've had someone he was scheduled to meet, or something he'd promised to take care of before the end of the day. Heads to the archives for that, then...