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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[toughchoices]

That sounds like a trick of the Mist...

[not everyone here is a demigod, reyna. so she clarifies:]

An illusion, that is.

[disilluded]

It is certainly nothing normal.

[Also: thanks, he hates it.]

But we know for certain it could not have truly been her.

[toughchoices]

Well - they [meaning their hosts] talk so much about stories... I imagine they hoped to leave us all in suspense as to which of our number was dead.

It won't surprise me if this happens next week as well.

[disilluded]

... Yes, I suppose so. They did not wish me to know that she was dead early on.

[Which leaves him just!! Looking real bitter!!]

[toughchoices]

...I did wonder how they expected anyone to carry out these murders without their partners noticing.

This seems to be our answer.

[disilluded]

Indeed. If it obscures who was murdered, it could also obscure who left to do said murder.

It seems the odds are stacked against us in that way.

[toughchoices]

I'd say it's more like it... evens the playing field.

If we knew exactly who left their rooms and when, there would be little point in bringing us out here for nine hours to try and figure it all out.

[disilluded]

[Ha.]

Making certain that we have plenty to discuss, is that it?

[Sourly:]

I suppose that fits.