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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[fragileprophet]

[ :( ]

[thesettingsun]

If everyone else is unanimous, then it doesn't matter if I vote for someone else even if I know she did it.

[thesettingsun]

Sorry. I should have just written down Fitzgerald even if he wasn't ever under suspicion.

[fonlines]

Very well, then. Your answers prior [ looks at Varian thread above ] simply had me concerned about how... quickly, the judgments enacted may come to pass.

[ time to go grill sharpay, or watch other people do it. ]

[psychedelica]

[ staring at Dazai expectantly... ]

[spondulix]

You didn't "feel" like voting? What are you, five years old?

Also, I don't very much like the implication that you would vote for my partner, Dizae.

[FITZ NO]

[unromanceable]

[ ... ]

Dazai-san, would it be alright with you if I gave you a hug?

[thesettingsun]

[fite him]

[fragileprophet]

[Ion shakes his head!]

No, it's okay. You don't owe me any kind of apology. I'll have to try harder in the future to be someone that you can trust, that's all!

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha glances between Sharpay and then again to the glass case where Gi-gan rests. A stray hand goes to his new impromptu hair ribbon and he exhales a breath, like he's been holding onto it for the past few days. His shoulders relax and he hums a musical little note.]

Well then!

Thank you for all your hard work, everyone.

If I could be so bold as to speak on behalf of both myself and the Captain.... You all did well, in the end.

[spondulix]

Without me all of you would still be dancing with armor men. And you would be laying on the carpet licking ink and hallucinating, since that's all you're good for.

[thesettingsun]

You're right, I should have just voted for you.

[londonstar]

Considering his history, it’s not too inaccurate to think that, Mr. Fitzgerald.

[ very subtle burn ]

[thesettingsun]

Maybe later. I'll be walking out of this garden, after all.

[Some other people might not.]

[fonlines]

... Pardon? Did something happen between my partner and yourself?

[ dear partner are you making unnecessary enemies. ]

[axilium]

Including the licking and Natsuo spitting up hot pink?

[spondulix]

Vote for yourself. You're not needed.

[thesettingsun]

And being more widely remembered and influential than you will ever be.

And I wasn't on the carpet, excuse you.

[disilluded]

[Sousei remains long enough to hear what's going on, to see that everything comes to a head tomorrow, and to learn who voted for Ion.

And then, quietly, he just turns to leave, arms crossed neatly behind his back.

Well. At least there's that sort of justice that was served.]

[spondulix]

What, is he actually five years old? Huh.

[unromanceable]

Is that permission to come find you, then?

[alttitude]

Some parts were less stunning than others, obviously, but.

Well, it got the job done.

Maybe I should apologize to him for that remark about lack of critical thinking...

[it uh

worked out in the end that he didn't give a fuck about hallucinations]

[thesettingsun]

It's not that I don't trust you. When I voted it was already obvious who did it.

I just like her too much to vote for her even if she's guilty, so I had to put down a name.

[thesettingsun]

I hate his guts.

[is that an answer]

[spondulix]

Nobody in this castle knows who you are, old sport, so I doubt that.

Well, you would've been, if you kept eating ink. Even three year olds know that you shouldn't do a thing like that.