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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[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?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[that's a good fucking question let me check the private convo adrien sighs]

Yeah. If anyone decided to kill him because of that, they didn't overhear us then, so he'd have to have told them directly. I talked with Adam about this yesterday and he agreed it was unlikely. He didn't want anyone to know, since he thought it was a weakness.

[chiseler]

Yeah, and I'd agree with him on that. If anybody was desperate for a kill, they'd go after somebody who was weak or who was dying already. That's how lions hunt wounded animals. [What the fuck.] It just doesn't make sense that somehow he left Machias, came back and Marinette saw him about 8pm and then...he was killed in his room?

What if it wasn't Arumat?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Then how did his corpse get there? [it's meant as a joke but also] I'm not sure what you're getting at. Someone would've disguised themselves as Arumat?

[chiseler]

Or one of the aliens got ahold of his body. He didn't talk to anybody when he went back to his room, right?

[...that makes even less sense though because somebody out of the five of them still had to be the actual killer. Unless he was killed, then possessed, and then the alien killed him further? Shit man.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

What makes you think he was the alien? We saw with Rhys that if someone [read: Jack] kills someone possessed they can reanimate the corpse. Whatever possessed Rhys was in the vents for nearly a week before it was stopped. Besides, Arumat's the victim.

[are you getting confused luke. here's a hint. you're the one on trial???]

[chiseler]

[He's staring blankly for a minute before he shakes his head.]

...I'll be honest with you, kid. I'm exhausted, and I have a one in five chance of dying in a couple of hours. [He grins a little.] Kinda got a lot going on up here that's not making much sense. Let's just say I'm throwing out everything to see if any of it could add up.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[immediately:] You're not dying. I'm not letting anyone scapegoat you like they did Monsieur Frankenstein. There's got to be something obvious we're missing.

[>:c >:c >:c]

[chiseler]

Too bad we can't ask him. Bet he'd know what to look for. [He sighs lightly.] Jack checked his head wound right? What if his head's so bashed in we can't see if a syringe was used?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

The head wound was on his forehead, right? You can't push a needle in there. The cranium's too hard to let anything that thin through. To reach the brain without surgery they'd have to go through his eyes.

[chiseler]

...why do you know this? [Gods never mind that's not important.] Okay that rules that out. Maybe it did go in through his eyes? Or maybe the syringe isn't important at all. I just don't understand where he would have gone and why he would have gone around by himself. It's like he wanted to get himself killed.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Science, Luke. [he reaches over to knock on Luke's forehead with his knuckles. can you feel how hard that is, luke. your head. you hard-headed fuck] ... He didn't want to get killed, but I can't say he took much stock in his own life. Still, he said if it came down to it, he wouldn't go down without a fight. [a bit of a pause as he admits:] That's why I think he must've been surprised by someone he trusted. If there wasn't really a fight.

[chiseler]

If I live through this you can teach me more science, how about that? [But he's silent for a moment.] Then it comes back to who would Arumat have trusted enough to not think twice about meeting with? Out of the five of us.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You will. [luke you don't get an option to die :') ya just don't] I'm not... sure. He didn't exactly advertise his feelings about people.

[read: he was tsun as fuck]

[chiseler]

[...feelings. Huh.]

Didn't Clover and Machias just hand out a bunch of letters from him?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[don't REMIND HIM]

Yeah. I didn't pay attention to who else got one, but I guess we can always ask them.

[chiseler]

Start asking around. I obviously can't do this myself but it might help. Ask Clover or Machias if you need help.