WEEK 0: TRIAL

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WEEK 0 TRIAL     45 CREW ACTIVE

 

ALL CREW MEMBERS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CONFERENCE HALL AT 1200 HOURS. REPEAT, ALL CREW MEMBERS REPORT TO THE CONFERENCE HALL AT 1200 HOURS.

I.R.I.S. SYSTEMS ARE UPDATING TO ALLOW SHIP AND CONCOURSE-WIDE ACCESS AT THIS TIME IN PREPARATION FOR INVESTIGATION AND RESOLUTION OF THE EVENTS FROM THURSDAY EVENING AND FRIDAY MORNING.

ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.

Good morning, junior crew. With the heavy news of last night carrying into Saturday morning, things are incredibly quiet around the CSS Eudora. You may carry on with your personal business during the morning, but come 11:00, a soothing voice will cut into the air and announce that at 12:00 everyone must report to "the Conference Hall." Strange, however, that it's not on the map.

Never fear, your I.R.I.S. will automatically project a small beam of warm, orange light on the ground, directing you towards a large gated lift that has risen from the floor by the mess hall. Come 11:50, if you aren't on the lift, you will certainly find yourself moving there physically whether you intend it or not. The lift is capable of carrying every occupant of the Eudora to a sublevel that leads towards the mentioned Conference Hall.

The enormous hall opens up past two large, double doors with the word EUDORA printed over it. Within, a lengthy monitor sprawls across the entirety of it, displaying Thursday night's victims profiles along with a large map of the Eudora herself. With plush, dark seats in rows and a long table at the head of the room where four members of your senior crew await, it is clear what exactly this space is for, especially as the words TRIAL IN SESSION appear on the monitor and an ominous-looking countdown:
09:00:00

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Welcome to your first trial! Over the course of the next nine hours, characters will have the opportunity to discuss, investigate and theorize about Dahut's murder. Characters will have time to examine the body of the victim and explore relevant locations.

There will be a mod-tag break between 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST to 5 PM EST / 2 PM PST. While the trial may continue and players can tag each other, mod-led threads such as questions and investigations will be on hold.

Finally, we have a voting page for characters to vote on the culprit! Please be sure that your vote is in by the time trial finishes at 9 PM EST / 6 PM PST, unless you've spoken with the mods previously, as we'll begin tallying votes on the dot. Voting is mandatory for Spacecoast, acting as our weekly activity check in this game.

Good luck!

NAVIGATE
QUESTIONS INVESTIGATION REQUESTS BODY CHECK EVIDENCE TURN-IN INVESTIGATIONS EXAMINE EVIDENCE LOCATIONS STATUSES PROFILES SUPPLY SHOP

Comments

NPC QUESTIONS

[dropoffs]

[ callisto doesn't sit at the table where the rest of their peers are sitting, choosing instead to lean against the wall with their arms crossed. they watch junior crew trickle in with a watchful gaze, or at least that's what it feels like. through the sensations, there's muted frustration and some distrust, fueled by light paranoia.

europa stands near the table with their arms crossed, metallic silver wings fanning a bit out behind the back before folding firmly against it. no expression or emote shows on their helm, entirely blank but the slight turn of their head now and then indicates they are watching every single person closely. while they seem more naturally composed compared to the rest, approaching the table will have a murky feeling of wariness and guard. a sensation of caution that almost feels buried.

visor blank but muted emotions strained, frustrated, ganymede sits without their bomber jacket at the table supporting their helmeted head up with the fingers of one hand with their elbow on the table. the other is lowered, tapping at a datapad where they have the ship's blueprints of the current layout on display. a leg is jiggling under the table as they apparently scan the prints, but they do look up when the table is approached.

working away on a tablet with their i.r.i.s. screen up to the side, it looks like io is actually investigating something else entirely aka our man, our myth, lover of jimothelle... luke pearce. their visor is completely dark and they are pretty much just working and writing in total silence. anyone who approaches receives a tired lift of the head in acknowledgment, with some murky, muted waves of simmering anger and frustration. what do you need? ]

INVESTIGATION REQUESTS

[dropoffs]

[ comment here to request a senior officer bring you to a location for investigation; you are unable to leave the conference area without escort ]

DAHUT

[dropoffs]

[ stationed at the furthest end of the conference hall's stage appears to be an autopsy table brought from someplace else, where a box of sterile gloves have been set at the foot of the table.

central to the table, a white sheet has been respectfully drawn across a form. ]

EVIDENCE TURN-IN

[dropoffs]

[ on the opposite end of the conference hall stage from the body station is a cluster of futuristic folding tables for evidence to be placed during the course of the trial. comment here to turn it in. ]

INVESTIGATIONS

[dropoffs]

[ once a request has been made, and subsequently approved, your assigned senior officer will take your party to the location in question. ]

EXAMINE EVIDENCE

[dropoffs]

[ once evidence has been turned in and left on the provided tables, comment here with what evidence you want to look at in the subject line and get started with your examination. ]

[bossbabygirl]

[she's arriving at the mandatory meeting right at 11. i was going to say give me anyone but no give me io.]

Luke... do you know what happened?

[tombtaker]

No.

[roseoftexas]

[ give me anyone because he's just raising his eyebrows at them. ]

[sexyasmieu]

[ going to io and trying to peek at their screen. ]

Is that about Luke?

ganymede or whoever

[messy]

[LOOKING BETWEEN SCHRODINGER'S DAHUT AND WHATEVER IS GOING ON BETWEEN LUKE AND IO.]

Hey! Quick question. What the fuck?

[inequals]

[ Hey, Callisto? Let's talk. ]

What the heck.

[expiries]

[approaching io!!]

Is there a reason Mr. Pearce isn't on the monitor?

[psynchroneyes]

[ 'sup gany. ]

I take it this means you didn't find much on your own.

[inquired]

[ hi. the emotional vibes are... fine. they are fine? they are very placid and very focused, more than anything else, and temenos will go to... ganymede!! ]

So this is what was meant by investigation. What all did you uncover last night?

[ and then, with a nod of the head in greeting to io: ]

Was Luke receiving any medical treatment, Io? [ say hi at least jeez ]

[uncoincidental]

[callisto is a mood. frustration and distrust are the vibes sheba is giving off too.

she looks at that countdown...]

We only have nine hours?

ganymede

[naeddre]

So the investigation is open to us, I see.

... Where are the other four?

[discomfort]

[ whoever i haven't thread with yet ]

Trial in session?

[murdergate]

[ anyone but io plz. let them work. ]

Why is there a trial? This ship is a deathtrap. We should be finding a port.

[barriermaddened]

[Hmmmm...Europa, may as well]

Is this...company protocol as well, Chief Military Officer? This trial?

[What kind of courier company has a trial protocol]

[verminous]

[hi callisto.]

'Investigation and resolution'...?

[rosebleed]

['sup Europa. Rosamund arrives with both bow and arrows at her back, radiating a grim distrust.]

So. Door "malfunction?"

[The term sits ill in her mouth, but she's picking up on the tech talk one day at a time.]

[riverbeans]

[throws dart give me callisto

charles gestures to the voting kiosks.]

... What are those about?

[dropoffs]

What.

[ They're also `what the heck` vibes about all of this. ]

[dropoffs]

[ welcome. ]

As far as we are aware, it was an isolated case from whatever has happened to Dahut... [ glances at the sheet covering the autopsy table on the other side. ] As of right now, we're still trying to get a better idea of what exactly happened to Mr. Pearce.