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

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[randori]

[ I like that they're doing breathing exercises over here while everybody else is breakdancing.

But it's working; he's pretty sure she's going super slow- surely a second can't last that long? but focusing on nothing but the sound of her voice, it's calm and just

really really nice to listen to. ]

[recoda]

[ with gentle excitement, so as not to rouse him too much: ]

That's it! I knew you could do it, Natsuo-kun. One, two, three...

[ A few times more, and she'll stop. ]

Do you feel a little calmer now?

[randori]

[ Deep breaths, and they linger after Monika stops counting. Is this calm? A weird feeling, with some of that inner focus he feels whenever he's fighting, but with his mind empty like he's just about to fall asleep. ]

Mm. ...Yeah, I feel calm now.

[recoda]

Good! Just make sure you stay awake, okay? [ A small laugh, and Monika pokes his forehead ]

[randori]

[ !! That gets him to open his eyes, and he laughs— a nice feeling, one he didn't expect to have in a time and place like this. ]

Yeah! I'm okay now, thanks to you.

[recoda]

[ Ah -- there's a faint pink tinge in her cheeks. ]

I'm just glad I could help.