PROLOGUE : TRIAL

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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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[toughchoices]

...someone shorter than their victim, perhaps?

[thesettingsun]

Is anyone shorter than Ion?

[fragileprophet]

[Wow???]

[alchemenace]

[ ... Raises hand ]

A couple of other people too? Ion isn't that short.

[ no he is and so are you honey ]

[thesettingsun]

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

[alchemenace]

That wasn't my point.

[thesettingsun]

Would you actually have had to stand on your tip-toes to knock out Ion, though? I'm sure there are parts within your reach you could have gone for, easier than trying to knock someone out while unbalanced.

You're an alchemist, not a ballerina.

[randori]

Don't damn people based on their height!!!!

[ shouts somebody shorter than Ion... one of the few rare ones ]

[concasse]

... Shit you are kinda tiny.

[BHAHAHA]

[randori]

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

[ whiiiiich he attempts immediately, yeah ]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai looks Natsuo up and down.]

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

[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........ ]

[toughchoices]

He's not the shortest person in the room.

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

[thesettingsun]

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

He's shorter than me.

[unromanceable]

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

[thesettingsun]

In my defense, at the place I used to live there was literally only one woman.

[unromanceable]

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

[disclosures]

[She raises her hand.]

I'm five foot three.

Does anybody really think height is a good indicator of the culprit?

[asswipe]

No.

[DRYLY.]

[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.

[resumed]

[A Look from someone shorter than Ion.]

Did anyone memorize everyone's heights from those tapestries in the dining hall? That would have helped.

[faceripper]

Oh, yes. Naturally. I committed all of their contents to memory.

[ because of course he fucking did ]

I would have recorded them, but as there is nary even some parchment but the one that I would wish to keep unblemished, memorization it was.

[resumed]

[...Fane...]

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

[asswipe]

What are the chances that the mirrors would let us take a peek at the tapestries? Because that would be way useful right now.

[the chances are probably zero, since that is... likely not counted as evidence, no.]

[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?