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

[concasse]

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

[wantsitall]

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

[concasse]

Yeeees exactly~!

And besides, a murder happened. If there was ever a time to get paranoid and arm yourself, it's now.

[He's just sayin. They got a loooot of civilians here]

[asswipe]

That doesn't make it alright, though. The more people we have stealing weapons nilly-willy, the less opportunities we have to narrow it down.

[concasse]

But of course~!

That doesn't change that they're gone, and I really doubt anyone's gonna put them back at this point... besides maybe Varian. Or that some of us aren't immediately gonna run to double check that armory as a precaution.

{Scared people steal weapons, that's just how it goes]

[wantsitall]

Is there anything even in that armory worth taking? I haven't been in there yet. [Like. Why would she need to? Should she do that now? Oh my god how do swords work?]

[concasse]

Well... last I was in there, most of the shit's rusted. You might find something, but it'll require a lot of searching for it.

[wantsitall]

So not even worth it really if you wanted a weapon. No wonder everyone stole the knives from the kitchen.

[doublecrows]

Oh, naturally. Why reveal a "trump card"-- [air quotes] -- so early, when it's far more beneficial to the single individual to keep it hidden?

I suppose what I said was just a bit of wishful thinking.

[alchemenace]

[ Varian is starting to feel awkward about owning up to it. ]

[doublecrows]

[that sounds like a personal problem]