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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[faceripper]

[ He brings a hand to his jawbone thoughtfully ]

Have you tested it against the wounds directly yet?

[wagashis]

Not directly, no-- but since you've done the previous testing, it might be best for you to continue. You'll be able to compare the two in more detail.

[faceripper]

[ i'm glad fane has become the corpse stabber ]

[ He nods ]

Then I'll do that. Perhaps it will clarify this idea of whether it was some sort of cover-up or not...

[ At which point, he's going to go find Waver, since he's the one that still has the knife. ]

Now, if you'll let me borrow that, we can try and clarify all of this absolute nonsense.

[londonstar]

[ he can't believe he's being ordered around by a goddamn skeleton. ]

To think we're comparing between a heel and a knife... [ he'll hold out the knife. take it, skeleton man ] Go ahead.

[faceripper]

[ He takes the knife, and now that he's actually looking at it, he can't help but comment: ]

Why, this is absolutely puny. I made a more effective shiv in Fort Joy out of a scrap of metal and a handkerchief...

[ He says, as he's walking away to head to the body again. I'm sorry. ]