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

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A THING

[themodsgrimm]

[I hope ya’ll are having fun. Seemingly from nowhere, the Tiger appears, bearing gifts.]

Missed a piece of evidence!

[And she just, like, tosses a knife stained in purple ink onto the table with the Dragon. The action causes ink to splatter onto Rapunzel. Sorry. It’s…a stiletto knife. And then she vanishes. Peace, bitches.]

[thesettingsun]

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..........................................

I hate her.

[hakodate]

[ DEADEYEING SO HARD ]

[asswipe]

What the fuck.

[JESUS.]

[concasse]

Tiger-sama--

[how was this piece of evidence missed???]

Is that the murder weapon?

[disclosures]

It matches the purple ink in the armor.

[How did they miss something this obvious? Unless it was hidden away somewhere.]

[toughchoices]

...

[yeah reyna is judging the tiger so hard right now]

[spondulix]

...

Where did that come from? As far as I know, the tapestries never said anyone had a knife on them...

[randori]

YOU KILLED GI-GAN???

[ HEY TIGER WTF ]

[vigilantics]

Natsuo, no.

[londonstar]

Doubtful. Calm down.

[vigilantics]

Being late isn't fashionable, you jerk!

[londonstar]

[ waver's going to drag a hand down his face, murmuring something like "for fuck's sake" because he is that exhausted over everything. ]

[discardia]

... I'm so glad it wasn't a shoe.

[ yay???? ]

[psychedelica]

... I thought so.

[ HE KNEW IT!!! ]

[resumed]

[Oh. Well that's really alarming, gods.]

[alttitude]

[ . . . ]

And who was it, exactly, that missed this?

[randori]

Never mind who?! [ slides in before jae-ha murders a man ] Where was it?

[psychedelica]

If I had to guess, it was probably hidden so we wouldn't find it. That would make sense if it really is the murder weapon.

[ whoever hid it just didn't account for their two lovely hosts forking it over to everyone. ]

[wagashis]

[okay well while we're all losing it over this shirasu is hovering near the knife]

Do any of you have a spare piece of cloth?

[he would like to Not get ink on himself.]

[londonstar]

[ well, while the girls (and dazai) help with rapunzel, waver will go over to shirasu. ]

I suppose I can sacrifice my gloves for today, if you don't mind me taking it.

[hairbrain]

[ what the fuck!!!! ]

Excuse me!

[ don't make her use her frying pan, binch. ]

[alchemenace]

I'm. I'm sure that washes off.

[asswipe]

Are you okay?

[do they have anything to help her clean up.........]

[randori]

TIGER! TIGER! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! [ changes his mind so fast bc he needs the power of flattery here-- ]

WHERE'D YOU FIND IT?!