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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DECISION ;

[themodsgrimm]

[The final petal of the rose in the glass case falls as the clock chimes 9 PM. All throughout the garden, it rings, rings, rings nine times to let everyone present know that the trial has concluded. The light from inside the case dims and all the flowers begin to glow softly from within.

The dragon uncovers the rose and picks up the petals in her hands. With a gentle blow of wind, she scatters them onto the ink table where they turn into ink splatters and a message:]

[She speaks:]

Narrators, you have voted in the majority for Sharpay Evans and decreed her fate To Be Continued. You have done well as she is indeed Guilty for the murder of Captain Gi-gan. Though... It would seem that there is a stray vote for Ion - the ah... passed out version.

You shall see what becomes of her tomorrow. I hope you're all happy with what you've decided.

[A gesture - ]

Miss Evans - the stage is yours.

[Sharpay will have time to speak, but once done, she will find herself surrounded by two suits of armor and escorted away to a night spent in the dungeon.]

[wantsitall]

[So. This is how it is. Spotlight. Center stage. She's here and she's ready for the onslaught of questions that she knows are coming.

Get 'em while you can.]

[spondulix]

So- [ONCE AGAIN] - was it you who controlled the armor?

[psychedelica]

What was your title and gift?

[doublecrows]

Why?

[it's the most obvious question, and yet. . . he's asking it anyway]

[vigilantics]

Hey.

[ ... ]

Why her?

[hairbrain]

[ hand hovering over her frying pan. :/ ]

It's time for answers, Sharpay. Explain.

[thesettingsun]

[There's also some bitter muttering:]

Well what are you supposed to write down to distinguish them...

[Guess who was the outlier.]

[spondulix]

...Are you an idiot, old sport?

[recoda]

... Dazai-san?

[londonstar]

[ just a facepalm. he has no words ]

[fragileprophet]

[ :( ]

[psychedelica]

[ staring at Dazai expectantly... ]

[doublecrows]

[REALLY. . .]

You would condemn an innocent just because of personal biases?

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha glances between Sharpay and then again to the glass case where Gi-gan rests. A stray hand goes to his new impromptu hair ribbon and he exhales a breath, like he's been holding onto it for the past few days. His shoulders relax and he hums a musical little note.]

Well then!

Thank you for all your hard work, everyone.

If I could be so bold as to speak on behalf of both myself and the Captain.... You all did well, in the end.

[axilium]

Including the licking and Natsuo spitting up hot pink?

[alchemenace]

... What's going to happen to you?

[ and. sousei. maybe some day varian will be nice to him ]

[hairbrain]

We can't really do well unless we find a way to save you and Sousei.

[ :( ]

[discardia]

...

[ So hey, guess who looks thoroughly miserable? ]

[okitactless]

Jae-ha-kun...

[And that's... all he says, really. It's all he can say. But the look in his eyes conveys enough--the sense of understanding between two who've shared similar experiences.

Captain. Master. Someone close, made untouchable.

It's not a feeling that can be explained with words. So after he stares for--probably a little too long to be comfortable, he bows slightly. If Jae-ha doesn't speak, he'll walk away without comment.]

[fonlines]

That your fate should be decided by others seems...

[ unfair? unjust? cruel? in the end it doesn't need saying, does it? ]

... Are you simply willing to accept it, then?

[nivation]

[ Kyouka looks like she could cry, but she doesn't.

All she does is shake her head. She doesn't want to hear something like a goodbye from him. ]

[function]

[ hm. ]

You'd rather have it end like this than live without her, huh.

[melancoffeea]

You're awfully calm.

[Considering all that's transpired, it's quite impressive.]

[disilluded]

[Sousei remains long enough to hear what's going on, to see that everything comes to a head tomorrow, and to learn who voted for Ion.

And then, quietly, he just turns to leave, arms crossed neatly behind his back.

Well. At least there's that sort of justice that was served.]