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

[thesettingsun]

...Does he have some problem with his legs? Because otherwise I don't know what the point of putting up this kind of fuss is if you have nothing to hide...

[toughchoices]

[nico's got some old-fashioned sensibilities. he'd faint at the sight of ankles, probably.]

Everyone isn't as eager to take off their clothes as you seem to be.

[thesettingsun]

Someone is dead and that's what you're focused on?

[shouldn't someone be saying that to you, Dazai]

[toughchoices]

I don't think it's unreasonable to not want to show your skin when there's no reason to. If it was any other dog we were looking for bites from, I'd be encouraging him to roll up his pants.

But Aurum would never harm Nico, so there's little point in wasting our time arguing with him about it.

[thesettingsun]

Just because he doesn't have dog bites doesn't mean he doesn't have other injuries from other people. Plenty of people were found unconscious, you'll remember.

[toughchoices]

Have you explained it to him that way? Because as I recall, this check was begun to examine us for dog bites.