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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[judgejudy]

I do not have masks to provide, Rhys.

Also, I wish to note that this is a very strange request.

[jackhole]

[ oh right, he has to like. talk. ugh. ]

But she's sneezing, like, everywhere. Just help her out or something. She sneezed on me, Judy!

[selfsufficiency]

No one else is being as much of a whiny baby about it as you a-aaachoo!

[#helping]

[jackhole]

You sneezed on me.

[ COME ON ]

[judgejudy]

I do not think there is anything I could do.

However, I'm sure you could make your own mask if it is so important.

[jackhole]

[ throws hands in the air ]

Fine! Give me the materials!

[judgejudy]

[ god... rhys... ]

[ As with Bigby's whiskey last week, it'll take some time, but out of the wall will pop a similar container. This time, it contains a sewing kit and one of Rhys's shirts. ]

1/2

[jackhole]

[ BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM ]

2/2

[jackhole]

[ and then he punches the terminal screen with his robot arm, full strength! he'll. actually do this a few times. ]

That's my shirt, you whore! Do you know how hard it is to find a good tailor in the border planets? Do you? My last one died on Helios and I have to travel all the way to Hephaestus to get this stitching right!

[judgejudy]

[ The terminal, not being made of bullet proof glass, at least stands the test of one full-strength robot arm punch, but not multiple. So it definitely breaks, and will be broken for the rest of the game. Great job, Rhys.

Much more frightening is because he broke the terminal, now Judy's voice will be coming out slightly distorted. How distorted? Famously so. ]

Yo- You do not have to use it, Rhys. H-- However, it is the cloth available, and I did not think it was right to take others' cloth-- ing.

[jackhole]

[ . . . oh. yikes. ]

-- Ha... ha, dude. You should, uh, do something about your voice, man. You're sounding all creepy murder AI now.

[ this is absolutely not his fault. ]

Aaaanyway, next time, take someone else's stuff because my stuff is way, way more expensive and better. So? Yeah.

[ gonna just. walk away now. this isn't his fault!! ]

[selfsufficiency]

Good job breaking it, Rhys.

[Just... gonna fire that off after him as he walks away...]

[jackhole]

[ UGH FUCK HIS LIFE ]

[tearable]

Oh my God.

[ THIS IS YOUR FAULT AND SHE IS ABSOLUTELY JUDGING and yelling across the room. ]

Fix it! If you're so concerned with people thinking you're a killer because you know how to build things - fix this.

[ This is nightmare fuel? ]

[jackhole]

[ flailing his arms a little here WHY IS HE BEING YELLED AT HE'S AN INNOCENT ]

OKAY. Okay, okay. I'll just -- I'll fix it! Fine! Judy, where the hell are the tools to fix you? Oh my god.

[tearable]

[ YOU ARE NOT A PURE AND MOST LIKELY NOT AN INNOCENT GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. ]

Why did you punch it?!

[judgejudy]

Wo-- What tools do y- you requi-- re. I have never fixed one of the ter--mi-mi nals, so I will need further instruction-n.

[ :) aren't you happy about the new and improved judy ]

[injectors]

Oh, no—

[THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE. THE FUCK IS THAT SOUND. SHE'S LOOKING AT THE NOW BROKEN TERMINAL

AND IMMEDIATELY ZOOMING IN ON RHYS.]

What have you done? You're going to make a target out of yourself!

[jackhole]

[ he's a pure innocent boy ]

It wasn't -- I didn't think it'd break that easily! It was fine when I kicked it!

[injectors]

[no he is not?????

She's just going to. Breathe. And follow her own advice here.]

What did you hit it with this time? Please, tell me it wasn't your cybernetic arm.

[He can't be that stupid, right?

..................... Right????????????????]

[puffing]

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

[ good thing he's still got the bottle of whiskey from last trial, because he does not want to talk to Judy right now. time to knock back a shot or three. ]

[jackhole]

[ SORRY, BIGBY ]

[subsisted]

[ well

someone needs a babysitter apparently? at least when bigby breaks shit it's not IMPORTANT SHIT, RHYS

anyway lara is here and gripping his sleeve, because. jesus fuck. christ. when you leave rhys alone he breaks shit with his roboarm ]

Perhaps we should use the cloth to keep his arms to himself? Or make a leash to keep him in someone's care.

[ GODDAMN ]

[jackhole]

[ HE WAS UPSET, LET HIM LIVE. :(

but he's going to gasp and hold the shirt to his chest. lara whyyy. ]

Don't -- don't mess up my shirt, dude. Super uncool. Not into it. Please don't.

[subsisted]

Next time you feel an urge or say or do something stupid, tell me first, then.

[ SO SHE CAN TALK YOU OUT OF IT? GOD... which is to say he can keep his shirt in one piece. ]