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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[thesettingsun]

[Well Natsuo licked Eichi's hands mid-request, so.]

I... think my intervention may no longer be necessary...

[hairbrain]

[ yeah she's giving him the heimlich. ]

Cough it out!

[randori]

[ he spits... some of it out? glitter sticks to wet things, y'all. have a hot pink pool of spit ]

[psychedelica]

[ making a face at this ]

What's wrong with you?

[finethanks]

[Thanks that's fucking disgusting]

Ah, it's pink glitter? Does anyone have pink glitter here?

[randori]

Science.

[axilium]

This trial is getting progressively weirder.

[hairbrain]

[ it sure is. ]

Ugh -- we need some water or something!

[randori]

[ What colors are he hallucinating? For ~*~*science*~*~ ]

[varas]

So...

[ Ann's discomfort with these proceedings have left her mostly silent. Now, she crosses one ankle over the other and speaks up. ]

We should probably talk about the bright pink glitter. Wasn't that technically obscuring evidence?

[alttitude]

[ . . . . so.

Given that he's roomed with Sharpay for long enough - ]

... Miss Sharpay - isn't this reminiscent of your tastes?

[disclosures]

Where was the glitter in relation to the body?

[axilium]

... And where have we seen bright pink glitter around here?

[asswipe]

Tell me about it.

[wearys]

[ he knew the glitter wasn't pointless ]

Which means the pink glitter could point to the murderer.

[ just looks at sharpay. ]

[psychedelica]

[ he's making a mental note to never offer natsuo snacks ]

[wantsitall]

[...just...kind of giving him a look.]

...I could see how it could look that way, yes.

[randori]

[ come on?? snacks he offers are at least safer than glitter/shoe ink :( ]

[finethanks]

Isn't it true that you have an appreciation for music, as well?

[doublecrows]

Only one person has "wears way too much pink" on their tapestry.

[hairbrain]

But --- she's not the only one who wears pink, right? It doens't necessarily mean....

[axilium]

You'd think that she would change her fashion sense for one night.

[wagashis]

Among other things. Acting, manipulation, and scheming don't look good at a time like this, do they?

[wearys]

And "sparkling pink".

[alttitude]

[ . . . ahah.]

And if I asked to survey your wardrobe in case of missing sequins?

Just to make sure everything was up to par.