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

Comments

[alchemenace]

I doubt they were? Wouldn't it make more sense to just erase the prints if they knew they were going to leave some?

[faceripper]

[ No worries!! IT WAS GOOD TO CHECK LMAO ]

...Do you?

[ Fane pauses to look around at peoples shoes for a few moments ]

They may appear different, but the soles are likely quite similar. If it is quite distinct, then excellent, we shall finish this up neatly and quickly. But I was thinking it may only be able to discern a general size.

[concasse]

... Shit you are kinda tiny.

[BHAHAHA]

[asswipe]

Hmm... Well, what if the shoes they were wearing were designed like ballet slippers? Ballerinas stay stable somehow.

[thesettingsun]

...Well, you're prepubescent, it's excusable to be that short.

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha manages a gently withering look at Natsuo - why are you yelling at him about his mom when you just said he knows her best - but seems to pick up on his reluctance to look at the body.]

The tailor's room was in disarray, if you remember. Do you think she would've just let herself be killed?

[He glances back to his Captain's form and sighs.]

There's only two wounds. One at the neck, one at the chest.

[disclosures]

Apparently the evidence is in the mirrors. So we have that, but it's not the kind of procedure I'm used to.

[faceripper]

Not if you were in a rush.

[ A beat, and he has to say the other possibility he has in mind: ]

Or you just don't care.

[themodsgrimm]

[The mirrors are also mildly unimpressed with 2B ): They don't respond and while the Dragon handles questions from other Narrators they reflect the interior of the castle.

Would 2B like to look at any room in particular for yesterday's evidence?]

[randori]

Fuck off!! I don't need to get on my toes to kick you in the face!

[ whiiiiich he attempts immediately, yeah ]

[toughchoices]

He's not the shortest person in the room.

[anyone shorter than 5'5" is shorter than ion]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai looks Natsuo up and down.]

You're about Chuuya's height... that's short enough that it's historically significant.

[alttitude]

[ . . . . even if i wrote the npc tag jae-ha is wondering why you're all sending him a bunch of kids!!!!]

I have -

[ - but a fresh pair of eyes might be better.]

... but it seems like you don't want to.

[alchemenace]

That wasn't my point.

[faceripper]

[ Fane tilts his head quizzically ]

"Procedure?" And what sort would you be used to?

[sanguinairy]

It could be from a landing instead, maybe? People don't land on the flats of their feet.

[Unless they want to Hurt Their Feet Badly.]

[unromanceable]

... yeah, several of us are, actually. [ her included. ]

[concasse]

[I mean GOOD LUCK KID.

He's just. Gonna. Dodge.]

Y'know that temper's gonna get you in trouble one day.

[Sanji you shut the hell up about tempers]

[randori]

I don't want to be historically significant because of my height!! It doesn't matter anyways, right?! You can get taller with shoes! Shoes!!

[ PLATFORM SHOES that he raises up so Dazai can see what he's wearing.

He is actually.... even shorter than he appears........ ]

[themodsgrimm]

[There's a mirror that depicts the kitchen showing up, the image wavering for a brief moment before it reveals the room itself. Everything about the kitchen seems calm, but the picture is aimed right there the carving knives should be. It's clear that they're missing still, and Monika can see that five knives are gone.]

[thesettingsun]

[in his defense, he's used to adult men who are taller than him]

He's shorter than me.

[unromanceable]

Assuming they would have had time for something like that.

[thesettingsun]

Is anyone actually wearing shoes like that?

[disclosures]

I'm a trained lawyer, I know what a murder trial looks like. Even though it's not my specialty.

[thesettingsun]

Landing from what? The table?