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

[alttitude]

It seems like the Captain has no blood left to bleed.

[Just ink! Anyway - ]

She would've noticed if someone tried to feed her ink.

[randori]

If it's in a bowl of soup, I don't think I would have noticed if someone fed me ink.

[ But he's also dumb, so, moving on- ]

What about when she's asleep? Is she a heavy sleeper?

[alttitude]

Hardly, she wouldn't have survived that way.

[PIRATES]

[randori]

Then... a friend. Somebody she trusts and would let her guard down against.

[ But that's Jae-ha, right? He can't even look at him in the eyes as he lets the implication settle. ]

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha... laughs. He laughs at the notion.]

You didn't listen to a word I actually said, did you?

[randori]

You said it's somebody she wouldn't want to kill, no matter what.

[ That's a friend. Whoever she's closest to. As warm as somebody is, it's only the closest people who would be protected like that, at the cost of one's own life. ]

[alttitude]

That's women and children.

[it's the same as jae-ha's code. gi-gan would never raise a hand against someone that she'd consider defenseless. anyone else is free game.]

She would stab me in an instant if I worked against her.

[disilluded]

[A shrug from over here.]

Though I spent only a week with her as her partner, I believe I can corroborate this.

She was a woman who valued survival, and would not have hesitated to fight back against someone who was able to do so.

[He would've liked to see Jae-ha get stabbed by her tho--]

[randori]

That's stupid! Dangerous! Women can kill too!

[alttitude]

Their circumstances are different most of the time.

[look buddy they come from old timey fantasy korea]