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

[wearys]

I was wondering about the glitter and confetti, too. It didn't seem to serve any purpose when it was strewn around Reyna. Like, what, is the killer into arts and crafts?

[hakodate]

Obfuscation.

[ Anything that seems pointless, that's the story he's sticking to. ]

[wearys]

Does it really obfuscate anything, though? It's confusing, sure, but would a killer really grab glitter and stuff from the festival just to do that? We were already so thrown off by the unconscious people in general.

[hakodate]

The more pointless shit we have to speculate about, the less time we're spending on something that might be critical. Under most circumstances, I'd say it's not worth the bother, but with a strict time limit, getting us to spend ten minutes off topic could be enough to make a real difference.

[wearys]

But how do we know what's actually pointless versus what's actually critical? It could be just to make us think it's pointless, when it isn't.

[ this is the most twisted his brain has felt it feels like a pretzel ]

[hakodate]

[ aha! i knew you would know that i knew what you tried to do - or did you only want me to think i knew oh god i am not cut out for this death note shit ]

We don't. But I'd say that if we can't come up with a guess relatively quickly, we're better off moving on to the next question and seeing what else jumps out instead of beating our heads over one detail that may or may not mean anything.

[okitactless]

[Yasu is just gonna

nod along unhelpfully

Go Go Fukuchou]

[hakodate]

[ thank u odd sword son ]

[hairbrain]

Or maybe it's necessary to... summon the armor?

[wearys]

Like... throw it in the air and chant, "I summon thee, magical armor!" ?

[hairbrain]

...

It sounded smarter in my head.

[wearys]

It wouldn't be the weirdest thing here, honestly.

[hairbrain]

I guess not.....

[toughchoices]

I didn't have any of that stuff with me when I was knocked out, so it must have been there for a reason. It didn't come with me.

[wearys]

Yeah, I figured not. No offense, but you don't seem like a wild mardi gras type of partier? Or a scrapbooker.

[toughchoices]

We Romans invented parties. [she can... party... when she wants to.... when she's not being Praetor Buzzkill......] But you're right, scrapbooking isn't really my thing.

[wearys]

Are you sure? Vikings have loved throwing back ales and stuff for a while. [ he can't picture reyna partying, it just does not compute, ]

[toughchoices]

That sounds like a challenge, Chase.

[i hate this]

[wearys]

Maybe it is.

[ this is the worst life choice ]

[toughchoices]

[reyna smirks




somewhere, far far away, annabeth facepalms]

[wearys]

[ the chases might share smarts, but not wisdom ]