PROLOGUE : TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... PROLOGUE - WEEK 037 Narrators Remain ; Wakey wakey, naughty murder children. It's a lovely Saturday, after all. Breakfast is served piping hot at its usual time and all of the evidence has been removed from the scenes of yesterday. No matter how you choose to spent your morning though, the clock will begin to chime the moment both hands reach the large, ornate twelve. Before your eyes materializes a door...but not just any door. Unlike the door leading to the festival, this door sits primly and properly right in front of the foyer. Whether you exit the castle on your own or you feel a friendly, invisible push, you begin to walk under an arc of wisterias. Behind you, the clock continues to chime with every step you take. By the time the time the clock strikes twelve, you've entered a beautiful garden. In front of you is a long table, 19 seats on each side. Around the garden are several glass cases containing evidence collected yesterday. As noon intensifies on the sun-shaped clock, you'll find Dragon at the head of the table, a glass-covered rose near her right hand. Tick tock, Narrators. You have nine hours to deliberate. Welcome to your first trial post! Please see here for the OOC summary of events from yesterday's investigation. In addition, please be sure to vote! Please see the voting page on how to vote, as we will have two special things to vote for. Voting will close at 9pm EST/6pm PST! If you have any questions, please ask on our Discord server or ping us on plurk. Please direct pings for the NPC to Dana (decals), as she will be taking point for today's NPC, and the moderator team will be on deck for all other questions. full navigation. locations taken (statuses) stories (profiles) info & faq wishing well private conversations

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[discardia]

You wouldn't necessarily have to be wearing them.

[discardia]

[ ... Oh. Cardia blinks, glancing over-- and nods. ]

I think with enough force, they could cause punctures.

[toughchoices]

[Thanks, partner.

Also sorry about the visitor.]

[function]

[ SORRY IM HERE anyway arms out ion direction ]

It'll sting. [ she maybe feels bad... perhaps... but she is stonefaced as always ]

[asswipe]

Getting the body inside the suit of armor wouldn't have been easy, in either case. They really put a lot of effort into, uh... presentation.

[faceripper]

Excellent.

[ Which is a weird thing to say, but look. It's progress?? ]

We need to borrow their shoes in that case.

[randori]

But nothing red? It's only purple ink after someone's died, right?

[nivation]

[ She nods. That checks out. ]

There were purple stains inside the armor, and the only other purple stains outside the armor were drops on the floor.

[discardia]

I think you're right. I'd rather not accuse anyone without knowing if that's even fitting.

[themodsgrimm]

[The pipe is just a pipe and now it's cold and sad :(]

[concasse]

Ah... but he wasn't one of the ones found knocked out anywhere.

[Hm.]

[nivation]

... When we found her, another suit of armor came to get int the way.

[ ... ]

I wonder if someone has the ability to move armor.

[disclosures]

It's a very important one.

Do you think it's going to be the same killer every week if they aren't found today?

[thesettingsun]

The ability to move armor and the kind of sense of humor that would make it breakdance.

[asswipe]

Have we confirmed that? All the stains we found were purple.

breakdancing armor.........

[randori]

Hey, hey! When everybody looked everywhere yesterday, was there anybody missing? Somebody else was in that other armor, right?

[thesettingsun]

Blood that's still in living people is red, usually. As far as stabbing people has told us today.

[faceripper]

[ He nods, and being terribly, terribly direct, he heads right on over to 2B first. ]

Excuse me, but I'd like to borrow one of your shoe for a moment.

[ He. Doesn't explain why. So hopefully 2B overheard, I guess!! ]

[randori]

[ Usually. Looks at Dazai here. ]

[thesettingsun]

If you were breakdancing in a suit of armor, wouldn't you be too sore to walk today?

I can account for you, Kyouka, and Fitzgerald.

[hairbrain]

That would still be better than cutting yourself with a knife.

[asswipe]

If that's the case— We can at least narrow it down to anyone who knows what breakdancing is?

[looking at all you ye olde timers.]

[psychedelica]

[ yall... ]

... It's not like I'm against checking every option, but I think killing her with a shoe would be difficult. She was old, but she seemed capable.

[thesettingsun]

Mine is blue. Not a match for anything we found.

[concasse]

That shitty thing came into the kitchen and tried to get us to dance.

[It did not go well.]