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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[disilluded]

[He's been quiet, brow furrowed, listening with his arms crossed, but finally what he ends up saying, when the trial has dragged on for a little bit is:]

I would like to know what it is each of the people who was found unconscious in the investigation experienced, if they remember anything at all.

[how did y'all even get there]

[spondulix]

I'd like to know that too.

[He grins.]

It's very possible one of them is the culprit.

[disilluded]

The possibility is high, yes, but we cannot be certain. They may also simply have been used to cover up tracks. If there was a way to keep people asleep....

[It could've easily been done.]

[wagashis]

They'd have to have had a way to get into the rooms too, unless the doors only lock in one direction.

[getting out didn't work, but he wouldn't know about getting in.]

[toughchoices]

I can't speak for any of the others, but in my case, the last thing I remember before I woke up out there was being in my room.

[and she looks REALLY unhappy about it]

I was in there after curfew — whoever moved me did so after we were meant to be locked in.

[discardia]

Had you already gone to bed?

[toughchoices]

[She nods.]

Getting to sleep wasn't easy last night, but we drifted off at some point. I'm not sure exactly what time, though.

[spondulix]

Reyna, your dog...if someone attacked you, would it have attacked them? It seems quite protective of you, you know. And as far as I've heard, it was found around you when you were discovered.

[toughchoices]

He would have, yes. So I'd love to see if anyone has been bitten.

[varas]

That's what I'm wondering too. There were a few of you, which suggests either more than one assailant or someone really wanted to cover their tracks.

[ So either someone went super hard or super clever... ]

Magnus and I found Reyna pretty close to our room, but we didn't hear a commotion or anything before. Not even from her dog.

[asswipe]

We're assuming there's only one killer, aren't we? Maybe the person who [ugh] killed Gi-gan had an accomplice, and that's how they were able to cover so much ground.

[disclosures]

We all have partners. We can't rely on our partners to be our alibis, because they could have been in on it too.

[varas]

[ People working in concert is even worse! Ann looks visibly troubled. She's dealt with assholes and criminals, yes, but murder is something else altogether. ]

Then we should probably consider who might be working together. We did all just meet, after all.

[wagashis]

Her body's location might suggest more than one, as well. They went to some trouble with it.

[stuffing a body into a suit of armor sounds like it could be a pain, and he doubts that happened before she was dead.]

[nivation]

They went through a lot of trouble. The hand of the armor Gi-Gan was kept in was posed to hold the sword very tightly. That had to be done on purpose.

[ If Gi-gan was put into the armor after death. ]

[fragileprophet]

I'm happy to answer any questions that anyone may have for me.

[He wouldn't blame anyone for finding his presence suspicious. It's only fair to.]

But I'm afraid your suspicion is correct. The last thing I remember is trying to fall asleep in my room.

[varas]

[ Ann looks over at Ion. ]

Trying? ... Were you having trouble getting to sleep?

[fragileprophet]

[He nods.]

Yes. I'm sure it's not uncommon between the lot of us given the nature of our situation, but I've found my mind wandering to dark and anxious places when I try.

[randori]

Ion! Ion!

[ one of the Ions. He's not sure which one ]

Are you hurt anywhere? Where'd it hurt when you woke up? Did you feel sick? Smell like chloroform? Rope burns around your wrist?

[wantsitall]

Jae-Ha and I were in our room when curfew set in. Everything after that seemed so...normal though. We went to sleep and when I woke up I was in the hallway and he was gone somewhere else.

[disilluded]

... He said much the same to me when I spoke with him, thank you.

[Weird shit is afoot here!!]

[function]

Interesting that you and your partner were both involved in whatever happened Thursday night.

[ the other mod characters narrators had unrelated partners... ]

Coincidence?

[alttitude]

I stayed in with Miss Sharpay after curfew - I'd intended to stay up most of the night. [if that explains the bags under his eyes] But at some point my memory falters, and the next thing I saw was our dear pirate chef's face up close as he shook me.

[ . . . ]

I didn't really have the time to enjoy it.

[unfortunate]

[concasse]

Would you stop making it weird?!

[Do not make him murder you in front of your mother's corpse, asshole.]

[resumed]

[Just kind of shrugging.]

It was strange. It was almost like maybe teleportation? It must have been because I didn't feel anyone move me and I didn't walk there myself.