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

Comments

[spondulix]

Hm. And yet, what with the confetti on the stairs, and the ballroom sign going missing? Something must have happened there.

[hairbrain]

It could have been a trap to lure people out -- a party, or something? Like the festival. Maybe the killer... or killers... were trying to make Gi-gan and the others believe they had to go out of their rooms, like for the festival.

[thesettingsun]

Something like that would be too obvious for anyone to fall for.

[Except Natsuo, probably.]

...Was there any ink in with the confetti?

[randori]

[ hey :( ]

There was ink! Black ink!

[thesettingsun]

The only other place with black ink was in the dining hall, near one of the Ions...

[spondulix]

Does the purple ink turn black after sometime though, or is it black ink from the tapestry?

[thesettingsun]

...I really don't want to do this, but I can try to find out...

[spondulix]

[A flippant gesture.] Don't stab yourself, for crying out loud. Ask the Dragon. Besides, we're already running out of time, I'm not going to stand around watching blood dry.

[thesettingsun]

I'm not going to stab myself! I already told you that neither of those are my ink to begin with!

[spondulix]

Then what are you planning to do?

[thesettingsun]

You'll see. Oh, and I'll need to borrow that knife.

[Since he really doesn't want to try this with Gi-gan's body.]

Or, ah, Reyna? May I borrow your cloak?

[toughchoices]

...

[There's a slight pause, but she hands the cloak over.]

I want it back when you're done.

[thesettingsun]

Okay. Sorry in advance.

[aaaand to an evidence thread.]

[toughchoices]

...excuse me?

[FOLLOWS HIM TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T DESTROY HER CLOAK]

[thesettingsun]

[HE DIDN'T DIRECTLY LICK IT AT LEAST]

[toughchoices]

[WHERE'S RAPUNZEL, REYNA NEEDS HER CLOAK CLEANED ANYWAY]

[randori]

Near the tapestries...

[ and also his black shoes, but he's not mentioning that. ]

That trail on the floor, was that one of the Ions getting dragged? Purple might get black if there's enough of it, but I've never seen purple ink anywhere here.