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

Comments

[londonstar]

Agreed. She cares far too much about her appearances to put them at risk in that way.

[ he shrugs. vanity is fine. ]

I believe that this coincidence is a red herring and that our true murder weapon is the knife.

[concasse]

... So someone may have used the knife first, then followed up with the heel to make it look like Sharpay-chan did it?

[psychedelica]

What makes you say that?

[ honestly asking. ]

[londonstar]

The wound is too clean. Two, clean puncture wounds sounds more like the work of someone that is used to killing than desperate girl.

[ he shrugs ] I won't stop you from suspecting her, but I will need more proof other than her shoe in order to be convinced.

[psychedelica]

Fair enough.

[ he thinks, tapping his foot a little. ]

Maybe... If we knew her title and her gift, that would help.

[londonstar]

It truly would. But the chances of her giving such information are slim to none.

[psychedelica]

They're better if she thinks it'll save her life.

[ a beat. ]

... Then again, she could always lie.

[wagashis]

...we do still have to weigh that against the fact that all of us are part of this game of theirs. Is her appearance the most important thing to her?

[people can risk plenty, with the right motivation.]

The same would go for anyone else who might not have a reason to do it.

[vigilantics]

It's not. Becoming a star is.

... but it's like you said. I think most people here has something they'd probably risk a lot for.

[wagashis]

Exactly. Give people a compelling enough reason to act, and they're capable of more than you'd think.

[londonstar]

But something so clean? If it was such a desperate act by someone unused to murder, then it would have been cleaner than two stab wounds.

The motive fits, but the murder does not.