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

Comments

[thesettingsun]

...Who walks on their tip-toes to knock someone out?

[toughchoices]

...someone shorter than their victim, perhaps?

[thesettingsun]

Is anyone shorter than Ion?

[fragileprophet]

[Wow???]

[alchemenace]

[ ... Raises hand ]

A couple of other people too? Ion isn't that short.

[ no he is and so are you honey ]

[thesettingsun]

...Well, you're prepubescent, it's excusable to be that short.

[randori]

Don't damn people based on their height!!!!

[ shouts somebody shorter than Ion... one of the few rare ones ]

[concasse]

... Shit you are kinda tiny.

[BHAHAHA]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai looks Natsuo up and down.]

You're about Chuuya's height... that's short enough that it's historically significant.

[toughchoices]

He's not the shortest person in the room.

[anyone shorter than 5'5" is shorter than ion]

[thesettingsun]

[in his defense, he's used to adult men who are taller than him]

He's shorter than me.

[unromanceable]

... yeah, several of us are, actually. [ her included. ]

[thesettingsun]

In my defense, at the place I used to live there was literally only one woman.

[disclosures]

[She raises her hand.]

I'm five foot three.

Does anybody really think height is a good indicator of the culprit?

[resumed]

[A Look from someone shorter than Ion.]

Did anyone memorize everyone's heights from those tapestries in the dining hall? That would have helped.

[asswipe]

Maybe... they were trying to be sneaky? You make less noise talking on your tip-toes, right?

[concasse]

S'bit harder to identify half a shoe than a full one, too.

[shrug]

Not that the culrpit might've been thinking that.

[asswipe]

If they were thinking of that, then kudos to them. The psycho of the year award is all theirs.

[alchemenace]

I doubt they were? Wouldn't it make more sense to just erase the prints if they knew they were going to leave some?

[thesettingsun]

You're also less stable, I don't think the trade-off is worth it.

[asswipe]

Hmm... Well, what if the shoes they were wearing were designed like ballet slippers? Ballerinas stay stable somehow.

[sanguinairy]

It could be from a landing instead, maybe? People don't land on the flats of their feet.

[Unless they want to Hurt Their Feet Badly.]

[faceripper]

Well I've certainly no idea. But I also hardly understand why you lot do half the things you do.

[ He sighs ]

Perhaps to obscure their footprint? I would at least imagine that half a footprint is harder to match than the full one.

[thesettingsun]

If you were that concerned with obscuring evidence, wouldn't you have wiped the footprint entirely?

[faceripper]

Not if you were in a rush.

[ A beat, and he has to say the other possibility he has in mind: ]

Or you just don't care.