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]

Yes, but there wasn't a whole trail of blood, which means that either the murderer carrier her there, or transported her via different means.

[asswipe]

Even if they carried her, wouldn't have something... dripped down or whatever? The murderer would have gotten dirty, too.

[spondulix]

Perhaps. Or they found a way to get her inside the armor and transport her that way. Since, after all, we can see that some armors move on their own.

[asswipe]

I hate that transporting her inside magic armor sounds plausible... but that could be how they avoided leaving a trail. I wonder why the placement of the drops was the way we found it, though. We found ink on fabric that was thrown over the mannequins, but none of it was on Gi-gan's pipe or the knocked over furniture.

[hairbrain]

Were all the dresses accounted for?

[ she knows rebecca admitted to stealing one, but all five??? ]

[alchemenace]

Oh, yeah, Miss Bunch took all five. I was with her when she did it.

[hairbrain]

Huh. She must really like dresses.

[ she was fuckin wearing a wedding dress when rapunzel met her so. ]

[alchemenace]

I think she just wanted something different to wear.

[ because she was left at the altar ]

[hairbrain]

[ hey rapunzel doesn't know her tragic backstory, maybe rebecca should have sang a musical number about it. ]

Aww. Well, I can probably sew her something.....

[ now she's getting off topic. ]

[fonlines]

[ and here's Ion butting in ]

- ah, right, you have some talent in that.

It's not the best time to ask, but do you think I could impose on you for a few robes at a better time, perhaps? I've been making do with the ones I arrived in and a few things from the tailor, but...

And it might help with, well. [ a tiny, chagrined smile. The. Entire mess over Natsuo discovering the two of them and Hikage's ominous threat? after. Wow guys geez. ]

[hairbrain]

[ no bc you parent trapped her. ]

Of course! Once the trial is wrapped up, I'd be happy to make you both some clothing. I'll, ah, have to get your measurements, though.

[fonlines]

Of course. I wouldn't mind. [ ... ] Do you think the tailor would still be equipped for this...?

[ someone may have died there recently and Ion recognizes that it. Might be a little weird. ]

[hairbrain]

Good point.

[ yike. ]

Well, I'll figure something out.