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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[thesettingsun]

Yes. Mostly it's just messing with colors, though, I've been on worse trips.

[randori]

[ oh that's so cool. like pascal. ]

The same will happen if I lick my shoe?

[thesettingsun]

...Yes, but I don't recommend it...

[randori]

Make sure to give 'em back, okay? You promised!

[thesettingsun]

I'm going to burn them.

[randori]

No!!! I need them!!!!!!!

[thesettingsun]

You're too young to be getting high. The shoes will have to go.

[disclosures]

Don't do that!

[randori]

Just a little lick! Just to see!

[disclosures]

It's suspicious evidence, don't ingest it.

[randori]

The ink's on my shoe! That makes it mine and I can do what I want with it!

[disclosures]

You have to vote and you shouldn't do it when you're high.

[hairbrain]

Natsuo! Don't!

[randori]

Dazai's still alive, right? It's fine, it's fine!

[hairbrain]

We don't know how it'll affect you! Please don't act recklessly!

[randori]

I don't think I'll die...?

[hairbrain]

But you could get sick! Or hurt!

[asswipe]

Natsuo, what the fuck?

[randori]

[ why is everybody judging him ]

It's cool isn't it...? Seeing different colors and stuff?

[asswipe]

[he deserves to be judge]

Hell no! Please don't lick your shoes to get high. That's— That's disgusting.

[randori]

It's just ink!

[ and dirt and blood and whatever the hell he stepped in the past week ]

[axilium]

... Natsuo...

[randori]

I have two shoes! Do you want one?

[axilium]

I... can't say that I'm interested in getting high, thanks. You might want to sound like less of a drug dealer here.

[randori]

Oh. Well, if you change your mind, I'll be wearing them.