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PROLOGUE : TRIAL
PROLOGUE - WEEK 0 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 (
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TWO!!!!!!
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[WHY ARE WE YELLING WHY IS THIS WEIRD THEY'RE IN A MAGICAL DEATH CASTLE calm down friend]
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grips him by the shoulders and starts shaking. he's in like. near hysterics or something ]
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
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[A SHAKEN POMPOM]
At least there aren't three? [is he helping]
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There aren't three, right? Any more Ions, step out right now.
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No, not here.
[He's just...gonna keep a safe...distance...to prevent more screaming.]
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"Not here"? What do you mean? [Is this relevant, probably not but he's curious now]
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There are none. He and I are the only two called 'Ion.'
If you do not wish to crowd him, then I will be just as capable of providing an answer if needed.
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[ they have the same name and same face, he had no reason to think they were different.... ]
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A woman is dead, Natsuo.
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No, he can't argue with that. ]
.....sorry.
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[ It could work? Unless literally everybody besides Natsuo already knew there were two of them. ]
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[Well. She's just going to say it.]
I struggle with the idea of the two of them being able to move a body, even working together. They'd collapse under the weight.
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there's food?????
holy shit Natsuo shuts up right away ]
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I don't know how!!
[ what are calming techniques ]
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nice, peaceful, silence ]
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Like this.
[ Counting off on her fingers, Monika draws on a slow breath, pausing when she reaches five. Then she sighs out, again over a count of five. ]
Nice and slow, okay?
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