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

Comments

[alchemenace]

[ wow don't pigeonhole him he could be a ballerina if he wanted to. and if he wasn't terminally clumsy ]

No, you're right, I don't think they stood on their tiptoes in a puddle of ink to knock out Ion. He. He probably doesn't need that much to knock him out, either.

[thesettingsun]

He might not be that short, but he is that fragile, which... basically anyone who encountered him breathing heavy from just walking around would have known.

[Sorry, Ions.]

[fragileprophet]

[STOP ROASTING HIM IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS. But no this is totally fair honestly.]

Ah, I'm sorry.

[There's literally no reason to apologize.]

[concasse]

Ion, you got knocked out by some asshole.

Why are you apologizing?

[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.]

[concasse]

People with perfectly fine constitutions got knocked out yesterday.

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

So you're fine.