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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[spondulix]

[What about the wound on her chest? Same size?]

[doublecrows]

. . . my, we really are quite the group of thieves, aren't we?

[thesettingsun]

Also, all of my close friends are taller than I am...

[alchemenace]

[ Varian did nothing wrong :/ ]

[concasse]

People with perfectly fine constitutions got knocked out yesterday.

[Casually throwing everyone else under the bus. MmmmMMMM that shade]

So you're fine.

[alttitude]

So long as she wasn't surprised, she could outsmart any brute. She's quite lively for her age, you know?

[was.....]

[disclosures]

I took clothes. I took five dresses from the tailor on Tuesday.

I don't want to be stuck in my wedding dress of pajamas for however long this is going to go on. [She's wearing one of them right now.]

[nivation]

You can stab anyone with anything.

[ Matter-of-fact. ]

But I didn't see any graphite around the wounds when I found her.

[faceripper]

That would be—

[ It does take him a second to list off everyone, since he has a memorization scheme that he has to methodically go through, but eventually, he does list everyone out: ]

You, obviously, Rebecca Bunch, Sharpay Evans, Natsuo, Kyouka Izumi, Cardia Beckford, Veronica Sawyer, Varian, Rapunzel, Ion-1 and Ion-2.

[asswipe]

Yeah, a regular old group of klepto freaks. [She's. Weary of y'all, already.] If people keep stealing crap that can be used for murder, we're going to have a hell of a time figuring anything out.

[unromanceable]

... well, now I'm starting to understand why you think that way. Ahaha...

[concasse]

I doubt most people are gonna confess. Even if done to protect themselves, giving the knife's position away doesn't benefit them.

[randori]

People have new stuff from home, right? Some of that's valuable?

[ still WRONG, but like. he's also peering at Sanji's pockets as if he can see what's inside ]

[disilluded]

[He's been quiet, brow furrowed, listening with his arms crossed, but finally what he ends up saying, when the trial has dragged on for a little bit is:]

I would like to know what it is each of the people who was found unconscious in the investigation experienced, if they remember anything at all.

[how did y'all even get there]

[themodsgrimm]

[ Same size! ]

[spondulix]

Ah, the element of surprise...clearly something that can take advantage of even the most experienced fighter.

...

Do you know what she was doing the night before?

[faceripper]

It depends on if there's anything worth taking. If one of them had one of those missing knives, I would certainly take it.

[ he's just saying ]

[thesettingsun]

[So Dazai spent a bunch of time in the tailor, because clothes are more important than all of you, and he remembers its contents decently. How big was that letter opener, esp. compared to the puncture wounds?]

[wantsitall]

It would just make them more suspicious, wouldn't it? I can't imagine anyone would feel comfortable owning up to that.

[asswipe]

[WELL. If nothing else, that's a relief. Veronica lets out a breath.]

Okay. Cool. Great. So that rules out the dresses being used as five seriously fashionable kill suits, I hope.

[alchemenace]

[ how big is the wound? and also if you look in the wounds is it all ink because if there's blood Varian might faint ]

It's fine. I'll be fine.

[ this is believable ]

[spondulix]

I'd like to know that too.

[He grins.]

It's very possible one of them is the culprit.

[concasse]

... Alright, fair.

[STILL PISSED OFF ABOUT THOSE KITCHEN KNIVES but he gets it]

[alttitude]

It seems like the Captain has no blood left to bleed.

[Just ink! Anyway - ]

She would've noticed if someone tried to feed her ink.

[toughchoices]

I can't speak for any of the others, but in my case, the last thing I remember before I woke up out there was being in my room.

[and she looks REALLY unhappy about it]

I was in there after curfew — whoever moved me did so after we were meant to be locked in.