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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[themodsgrimm]

[Nothing from the armory seems to be missing at this time, though things have definitely been moved around, replaced and shifted. If 2B has spent time in there prior, she would notice, but otherwise to the naked eye it looks fairly innocuous]

[asswipe]

Yeah. A letter opener would be thin enough to fit the bill. [Ugh.] Someone stole some of the broken pencils, too, but I don't know how you could stab someone without sharpening those first.

[thesettingsun]

Not in my dorm. Personally, I doubt Evan took anything to hide in our dorm, and I didn't either.

[He's too scared of upsetting Dazai to even ask to take the bed sometimes, there is no way he's trying to hide a knife in there.]

[concasse]

[MONIKA NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.

There will be multiple murders if y'all assholes don't leave his kitchen in order]

[sanguinairy]

That's my guess. I think they looked the sturdiest out of what was available.

[faceripper]

Oh. Well that's actually surprisingly reasonable.

[ He makes a thoughtful sound as he mulls that over, but then shrugs as he quickly explains why he doesn't know. ]

All of that is left to the judge. There's no lawyer, no jury. They simply decide if what you stand accused of is true. It goes precisely as you'd expect most of the time.

[alttitude]

The place in her neck is on a major artery.

[card i know that you're the medical hero here but let me bullshit]

It's likely that she was stunned, then stabbed again.

I wouldn't rule out poison - but it would require acquiring poison in a place like this.

[vigilantics]

Mmhm. I guess that's just another thing to look out for in the future.

[asswipe]

I know. But I'm just thinking— There was ink everywhere. What if the killer stole one of those to use as a, ugh... kill suit?

[vigilantics]

It'll make cooking inconvenient as hell, but who needs to eat?

[ damn you all ]

[resumed]

[...Fane...]

That's still very useful. Could you tell us who might have been under 5'5"?

[thesettingsun]

Does this zoom in any...

[Can you read the tapestries from the picture of the dining room?]

[resumed]

Well if we can see into the other rooms, maybe we could see the dining hall and get a glance at the tapestries, too?

[disclosures]

The law field has come a long way in a few centuries.

That sounds like anybody with sufficient power would get cleared of all crimes. Maybe a slap on the wrist at best.

[faceripper]

[ He shrugs ]

Looting their body, perhaps?

[ he says... very casually... I hate my fantasy game mechanics ]

[varas]

[ Ann is going to try something! Let's see if this works... ]

Can I see the staircase where we found Reyna?

[ And then, because she wants to see if the mess and Reyna's fall were two separate things: ]

Uh, before she fell, I mean. Say... a half hour before?

[disclosures]

Good. There's a lot more evidence to go through before we can reach a decision.

Height seems like the weakest link to a suspect right now.

[concasse]

[SKELEBRO MAYBE NOT]

Do we even got shit to loot here?

[alttitude]

... don't push yourself. You can direct me if that's easier for you.

[Gi-gan would want him to still look after everyone else, after all.

There's also a wound in her chest! There's ink stains on her clothes surrounding it.]

[randori]

But there's no blood...

[ Stabbing a major artery would sent blood gushing out from the wound, spraying over everything, including the culprit. An absolutely terrible place to secretly stab somebody, although that's a fact that's beyond Natsuo's knowledge. ]

Poison's easy to get though, right? Like all that ink spilling from her tapestry— it's like someone made her drink all that ink and that's why she's bleeding it now.

[nivation]

... I didn't. I watched... Gi-gan sew in the tailor's room, but I didn't get a better look at everything there.

[ She vaguely sounds disappointed in herself for failing in this respect. ]

[fragileprophet]

[Look, Sanji, look...]

I just hate the idea that my constitution may cause undo trouble on others.

[He's sorry for the people who find him unconscious not for the people who made him unconscious, is what he's trying to say.]

[doublecrows]

. . . it's a bit disconcerting to know that there are people here running around with concealed knives. I haven't seen any, but I would like to know who has them. For inventory purposes.

[keep track of knives, keep track of potential killers]

[vigilantics]

Hey, that's alright. Maybe someone else did? This is a team effort and all.

[unromanceable]

... does a lack of women somehow make you forget that there are plenty of short people in the world...?