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]

[... Sousei sighs, and speaks up from where he is:]

It is worth noting that I did not go to sleep that night. I remained in the room with Gi-gan from the time we retired to morning. With the way her tapestry was ink-stained, I was concerned something might happen.

[...]

I watched her leave the room this morning none the worse for wear.

[A beat, and he adds sourly:]

Clearly she was dead by then. What I saw could not have been real, and yet--that is what I saw.

[So something is very much Fucking With Them.]

[discardia]

... Eh? Did you talk with her at all during that time?

[disilluded]

No, I did not. Neither of us were particularly talkative, sans bidding each other good night.

[SO LIKE... YEAH.]

[discardia]

[ ... oh, dear. ]

That's... then, someone made you think--

[ SHE'S SO CONFUSED. ]

Then there's no real way to tell when something took place...

[thesettingsun]

...That seems like something important? Worth mentioning?

[disilluded]

[He's?? Mentioning it now?? God!!]

That is why I did not realize something had happened to her. I had believed her to be fine.

[doublecrows]

[. . . . . . . oh my god]

A hallucination?

[disilluded]

[...]

A hallucination, or magic, or something else entirely, I cannot say. I simply know what I saw for certain, though I know now there is no way it was true.

[doublecrows]

. . . that brings an entirely new element into this trial: trying to determine what is real, and what is merely an illusion.

[spondulix]

Did she say where she was going? This...hallucination of Gi-gan.

[disilluded]

She did not. She was not a particularly chatty person, mind--it did not strike me as odd until the investigation properly began.

[spondulix]

Did she talk at all? Or was she silent the whole time?

[resumed]

A ghost...or a hallucination? [That changes everything.]

[disilluded]

[He has no idea, honestly--sorry. Sousei just shakes his head, sighing.]

I do not know which. It could have been anything in this place. But it certainly adds another aspect to what we can believe in.

[toughchoices]

That sounds like a trick of the Mist...

[not everyone here is a demigod, reyna. so she clarifies:]

An illusion, that is.

[disilluded]

It is certainly nothing normal.

[Also: thanks, he hates it.]

But we know for certain it could not have truly been her.

[okitactless]

Oh, so she's a spirit. [yams stop] Where do you think she is now?

[he's trying]

[disilluded]

[YAMS........ HE DOESN'T KNOW...]

... That is not the question we should be focusing on right now, I believe.

[unromanceable]

[ .... ]

After you saw her leave the room... what then? Did you not see her again until...?

[disilluded]

...Yes. That is correct. I started to grow concerned when I did not see her again as people began to gather to investigate.

[...And then they saw what they saw.]

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha glances over and - well, he'd already heard this.

But.]

She can't make anything easy, can she?

[disilluded]

... No.

[A simple shake of his head.]

And this place cannot help but mess with our heads.

[Which he HATES for the record!!]

[wagashis]

You said you walked her back to that room, didn't you-- is it possible you were experiencing the same thing?

[wearys]

That's... wow.

Doesn't that technically mean alibis, even when supported by someone else, could be useless too? If they can make that happen. That's not great.

[disilluded]

It certainly means that we must be wary of what we ourselves are seeing, though I do not believe alibis are entirely useless now. I believe it was to obscure only that she was dead, and for no other purpose.