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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[hairbrain]

What were you promised that made you think that murdering would solve your problems?

And... why Gi-gan?

[ don't make her use the frying pan, gosh. ]

[wantsitall]

Something more than I wanted to be stuck here. It was a trade, you could say. As for Gi-Gan...if it had to be anyone, it made sense to be the old woman who had just as much agreed that the youth should come first. [Not that she's thrilled about it, but.]

[hairbrain]

What was it, Sharpay? What was worth it?

[ her fists clench!! ]

That kindness is exactly why you never should have hurt her! She didn't even--- she didn't even fight back, did she?!

[wantsitall]

Something important. It doesn't matter to anyone else. [But she looks at Rapunzel when she asks the important question.]

She didn't, no. Not really.

[hairbrain]

Worth having blood on your hands of an old woman who'd never hurt you?

[ ty if u do a musical number i will so join in. ]

[wantsitall]

[I cannot believe this.]

How could you know she'd never hurt us?

[hairbrain]

[ do it ty you know you want to. ]

Because....

[ because she's a naive disney princess who wants to believe the best in people. ] She isn't that kind of person. You said yourself she didn't fight back!