trial #2

[judgejudy]

DAY 4 (afternoon) Complex Population: 32 At noon, the same tone from the morning rings out, and Judy's voice filters out over the intercom. "Good afternoon, residents. As per Safety Protocol 6227-A, it is time to conduct a trial to bring justice for the victim. Please proceed to the courtroom on the first level." Just as at night, if you don't go to the courtroom, you'll be treated to an electric shock of increasing strength until you go to the courtroom or are unconscious. Though considering the ominous penalty for not participating in a trial, you should likely just go rather than risk not voting because you've been knocked out by your own stubbornness... Once you're in the courtroom, you'll find that bottled water and light snacks are provided, but otherwise you'll have to bring anything else you may need. As you come to your conclusions about who to vote for, you can step into the judgement theater to cast your vote at the terminal. You may change your vote as many times as you'd like, but at 7PM, your vote (or lack thereof) is locked in. You have until 7PM to discuss and vote for who you think the murderer is. — ic rulebook character statuses character profiles Voting will close at 9PM EST on 10/15. voting

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[tearable]

Could they be building something?

[ HEAR HER OUT. ]

That workshop opened up around the same time... it got me thinking. We have limited resources to do much of anything - those starting kits included. If they could tinker with the bracelets, since they seem electrical, perhaps they're just part of some bigger plan?

[injectors]

[Well...]

There was blood found on one of the terminals in the workshop, wasn't there? It's not implausible.

[selfsufficiency]

...so then, who here has the know-how to try and take apart the monitors and build something from them?

[FROWNS... her first thought it "Rhys" because robots, but...]

[tearable]

We only have access to certain parts of this place. We've all seemingly used the terminals are some point, but that one was hidden until... well, the doors became unlocked.

[ Elizabeth thinks hard on it for a second. As Angel said, the blood was a good indication. ]

Could that terminal hide something as well that would assist someone in building?

[selfsufficiency]

...maybe.

[It's definitely a possibility. Alice pauses to think about it, then pauses even longer to deal with a coughing fit, then speaks up again.]

I don't really know enough about the terminals to be able to tell. If there's someone with that kind of knowledge who we think we can trust, we could ask them.

[tearable]

The staff seem to have a way to avoid falling asleep if the murders are happening at night. They have advantages we do not. This many locked doors, I have no doubt they have some... some passcode? It's a horrible assumption that they're able to bring a victim somewhere and slaughter them, but -

[ The terminal. ]

Maybe we could ask Judy? Doubt it'll prove much but if we know there's something hidden in the terminals, we could be able to narrow down the field a bit.

...Best case scenario, you know.

[selfsufficiency]

Asking her isn't a bad idea. There seems to be a limit as to what she can and can't tell us, but it's at least somewhere to start.

[Alice shrugs.]

Since I don't know anything about that kind of technology, why don't you ask her? You'd probably understand the answer better than me.

[tearable]

Alright, don't worry. I'll ask her.

[ Because now Liz is doing other people's bidding, what the fuck? ]

[selfsufficiency]

Thanks! ♡

[Wow, people should hit her with glass more often if this is going to be what happens.]

[injectors]

I'm not sure if they were trying to take it apart — in a literal sense, anyway. The terminals were relatively intact, and we know they've taken two ankle monitors by now. Perhaps they were trying to access the data inside the monitors, instead. Or there's something hidden inside the terminals we don't know about.

[Of course, this theory would incriminate anyone with anything computer related on their profile... including herself. But if it helps even the slightest bit, it's worth it.]

[selfsufficiency]

Maybe. Can they do that?

[...well, if they're monitoring things, there has to be some way to access the data.]

I guess, if they are staff members, they'd have to be able to... how can we find out? Do you think we might be able to guess what they were doing and replicate it?

[injectors]

We might. But we won't know until we try. First, we would need an ankle monitor to attempt to guess and replicate what they were doing. There is no easy way around that.

[A pause, and then. Well.]

... Though, I don't believe that'll be a problem after tonight's execution.

[If you get what she's saying, Alice.]

[selfsufficiency]

[Alice smiles, and it's not an altogether pleasant sight.]

If they pick me to be the executioner, I'll be sure to try and take an ankle monitor back with me. ♡

[injectors]

Thank you.

[Her "friends" are bloodthirsty Vault Hunters. This is fine.]

If not, there's always the matter of disposing the corpse.

[selfsufficiency]

Oh, right! We'd be able to get it then, too!

[...she says, cheerfully.]

[jackhole]

[ oh hey wtf @ this shade. he's a robot lover, not a robot killer okay

or ... child killer?? the point is he bangs robots ]

[jackhole]

[ okay this actually gets him to question because he's touchy about people being cooler at building stuff than him ]

But building what? All the stuff here is -- it's ancient. [ FOR HIM ] And why would they need to build anything in the first place? Since they have, like, everything apparently.

[tearable]

Maybe there's clauses we don't know.

[ Elizabeth says with a shrug. ]

Whatever they may be building, there has to be some electrical component to it. The bracelets have to offer something that nothing else here does - which is why the poor sap chosen loses a foot every time.

[ She's not bob the builder, but there's something valuable at them. She lifts her own ankle, looking at it. ]

What do you do when you're missing something for a recipe? [ She smiles sweetly. ] You have your eggs, your yeast, whatever else , but one thing is expired or missing...? You go shopping or improvise.

[ There's a sigh as she explains, pushing her hair carefully out of her face. ]

If they're here with us, what if they can't leave the complex, only have reign over it? That would put them into a spot where they have to improvise.

[jackhole]

[ he considers this for a moment, eyes dropping to liz's ankle and feeling... odd about this. ]

Okay, yeah. Good point. Uh, bit macabre but good point.

[ a hand lifts and he rubs the back of his neck, not liking the leaps his mind is making here. ]

Doesn't really point to what they're building though, if they are, just that it would have an electrical part? Not a lot of people here know how to build anything with electricity except for Jack and I. And that's. Weird and awkward and -- and I wouldn't do anything Jack wouldn't want me to do, you know? And also obvious! Since it's right there on the profile, so. What the fuck. I'm feeling targeted, man. I think I'm gonna be sick.

[ this is why he was crowing about dying now. this. a whine and he just presses his face to his hands. ]

Okay, okay. Well, maybe it's for Judy? Maybe they gotta retrieve them for her or something. I don't know, I'm trying to think of what you could make but other than -- than some robots, I'm coming up blank.

[tearable]

I have no idea of what they could be building. I don't even know what time period we're in. [ That's a bit... vague. ] Whatever purpose the device serves is important or they'd just find some other means to accomplish it. Cutting people's feet off isn't an easy task and it's definitely an inconvenience.

[ As Rhys suddenly feels the brunt of blame, a brow perks up. ]

Uh... you seem a little nervous there. [ Especially as he fumbles over words. ] Please don't vomit? No one's targeting you. It was a valid theory to consider with the admittance to that workshop and the missing bracelets.

[ If he's going to die it's going to be from embarrassment. Or maybe that's Liz. However... she does note how he seems a bit more offended than when they first met. ]

Could there be something needing to be repaired here? A siphon or something - [ No, that doesn't make sense. ] I don't know, I'm just trying to fit the pieces together in this messed up jigsaw puzzle.

[ So, she takes the time to pull a damn cig out because Rhys is stressing her the fuck out. ]

[jackhole]

I -- wait. Time period? Wait, no. That's more than I want to think about, shit. Oh god. No, the feet cutting -- that's. Uh. That makes more sense. Well, not really. But.

[ anyway leave rhys and his paranoid "everyone is out to get me, specifically" ass alone, liz :( he's suffering, truly on this day. ]

Y-yeah, you're right. I'm just, I don't want to get killed on the off chance, you know? Since we got basically nothing else to go on. Jesus. I hope no one's building anything because then that just looks even worse for me.

[ rubbing his face and yes, feel that stress, liz. that's basically rhys all the time. he hates his life. he is a walking ball of stressed out white boy. ]

It could -- it could be the exits? Since, you're saying that maybe they can't leave too, right? Maybe they're building something to repair the exit to get out. If leaving is the goal, it has to be tied into that.

[tearable]

[ Oh my god, puff puff puff. Call her the fucking bid bad wolf instead because this is stressful? Rhys you are stressful. ]

Anyway. [ She taps her ash away. ] Then if someone brings suspicion, explain yourself. I doubt alibis mean anything, but at the present time? Someone who can tinker with items or invent are top of my suspect list.

[ Elizabeth won't say it's him but it's where she has her biggest hunch. ]

Maybe it is exits. You'd think if that was the case, everyone would benefit from getting the hell out of here. Why would they keep that to themselves? Sure, not everyone would volunteer to have their foot cut off, but if we work together, there could be a way to deactivate or remove the bracelets... seems a tiny bit like wishful thinking.

[jackhole]

[ and he's about to get more stressful later. jesus. he'd be sorry about this if he was less of a panicked mess, liz. ]

Ugh, that just -- that just makes me feel sicker.

[ he's definitely gonna vomit after this is all over. he knows this about himself. ]

You just said clauses, right? Maybe that's it. Maybe there's like, a catch to leaving so that's why they're killing. I don't know, man. I just want you to stop looking at me like that.

[tearable]

Looking at you in what way, mister? With my eyes?

[ Why are you panicking! ]

[jackhole]

Like you think I'm a terrible person.

[ he's projecting something hella hard here if you haven't noticed, liz ]