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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[themodsgrimm]

[The armor mimics Varian and he's able to observe the feet!!

He'll note, however, that the armor's footprint may be too big and would not match the footprint in the dining hall. Carry on.]

[alchemenace]

[ hm. alright. great. fine. ]

Sooo I don't supposed you could stop dancing for a little bit so I could check you out?

[ it is worth a shot. investigating. ]

[themodsgrimm]

[Well. Enough people spoke the language of the dance and so the armor happily stops!

While holding Eichi in its arms.

So there's that.]

[finethanks]

[...Hi Varian.]

Ah... should I be let down, now? [the dancing is done so why is he not free]

[alchemenace]

Oh. Well. Thanks!

[ this is fine. this. is fine. sorry eichi he'll just try to look... around... you???

so looking around, a list: dents, ink stains outside, ink stains inside which he has to stand on his tippy toes and open the armor to check awkwardly, anything out of the ordinary on the outside in general tbh????

also is there like invisible fucking magic strings at this point i dont know what im looking for ]

[themodsgrimm]

[Nope, nope, nope, and nope. This is straight up a normal suit of armor that's been magically enchanted somehow. The armor's behaving though and letting Varian look through everything. He also sits Eichi down.

This is not the armor you're looking for in terms of the murder.]

[alchemenace]

[ well once he's done observing every nook and cranny of the breakdancing armor, varian gives it a little pat ]

Thank you, I am done now.

[ a beat ]

You can keep dancing now?

[themodsgrimm]

[And anyway he goes.]