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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[asswipe]

I haven't seen anything like that in my dorm, but the knives aren't the only thing that went missing. Someone took a letter opener from the tailor, and — some clothes? For whatever reason.

[nivation]

A letter opener?

[ That gets Kyouka's attention. ]

It was a puncture. A letter opener fits more than a knife.

[vigilantics]

Did anyone actually get to see what it looks like before it got stolen?

[ so they know... approximately what the size was... ]

[nivation]

... I didn't. I watched... Gi-gan sew in the tailor's room, but I didn't get a better look at everything there.

[ She vaguely sounds disappointed in herself for failing in this respect. ]

[vigilantics]

Hey, that's alright. Maybe someone else did? This is a team effort and all.

[nivation]

I hope someone knows. It's my leading guess on the murder weapon.

[thesettingsun]

It was the same size, but not the same shape as the puncture wounds.

[Dazai's had to make sure he remembered that right, but once he's sure, he speaks up.]

I spent most of this week in the tailor.

[asswipe]

Yeah. A letter opener would be thin enough to fit the bill. [Ugh.] Someone stole some of the broken pencils, too, but I don't know how you could stab someone without sharpening those first.

[nivation]

You can stab anyone with anything.

[ Matter-of-fact. ]

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

[asswipe]

[wearily:] Thanks for the clarification. My high school years have improved tenfold because of it.

... But we can rule someone getting stabby with a pencil, then.

[unromanceable]

Taking clothes doesn't sound strange to me at all. I have a few dresses myself, actually. It's not like we were allowed to bring luggage, after all!

[asswipe]

I know. But I'm just thinking— There was ink everywhere. What if the killer stole one of those to use as a, ugh... kill suit?

[unromanceable]

[ Whoa. Monika winces. ]

Yikes. I hadn't thought of that... maybe the mirrors could show us all the dresses that were taken, and see if we spot one that's covered in ink?

[concasse]

... Would we be able to get a good scale of size?

[Gesturing to himself]

Like, I wouldn't be able to fit into any of 'em, so it could narrow down the list if we were lucky.

[asswipe]

I don't know if we can use the mirrors to see evidence none of us found. But... Rebecca said she took five dresses on Tuesday. I'm hoping they're one and the same.

[doublecrows]

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

[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.

[doublecrows]

We certainly are. Not that I believe it impossible, but it'll take time to sort the irrelevant missing objects from the relevant ones.

[asswipe]

Time that we don't have. This sort of thing takes days to solve normally, not hours.

[function]

No one was using them, and it's not like we have money to pay for anything.

[ you're one to talk,,, ]

[doublecrows]

Don't worry, I'm not condemning it. And all things considered, I'm not surprised.

[anyway they should get free use of the stuff in this manor because KIDNAPPED??]

[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.]

[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.

[disclosures]

They're in my room, if you're worried about them.

I don't think any of them can inflict wounds though. So even if somebody took new clothes to kill, they wouldn't be the murder weapon.

Unless they're more than just clothes.

[asswipe]

I'm not worried about them being murder weapons. I'm more worried about someone using them to avoid getting "blood" all over their other clothes.