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

[thesettingsun]

Of course I know Sharpay did it. I just didn't feel like voting for her.

[spondulix]

You didn't "feel" like voting? What are you, five years old?

Also, I don't very much like the implication that you would vote for my partner, Dizae.

[FITZ NO]

[thesettingsun]

You're right, I should have just voted for you.

[spondulix]

Vote for yourself. You're not needed.

[londonstar]

Considering his history, it’s not too inaccurate to think that, Mr. Fitzgerald.

[ very subtle burn ]

[spondulix]

What, is he actually five years old? Huh.

[londonstar]

At times he might have the mentality of one. Throwing tantrums is one of the things he’s good at, as proven just now.

[spondulix]

Ah. [Tsk tsk!] He really should learn to be more mature. It's a shame he has to act out like a child when things don't go his way. It's embarrassing.

[londonstar]

[ waver has a more neutral approach to that. while he's aware that it's difficult to accept someone's involvement in a murder when you care about them, it still doesn't excuse the tantrum. understandable, but inexcusable. ]

I wonder if that is too much to ask from him.

[spondulix]

It probably is.

[He lifts up his hands, as if to say "what can you do?".]

Either way, I'm done with him. He can do what he likes. I have better things to do with my life than argue with a manchild.

[thesettingsun]

I didn't die that young!

[londonstar]

Not my point.