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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[wantsitall]

[This is when she finally, actually looks like she has regrets.]

...thank you for trying. I meant what I said earlier. [About appreciating what he'd done for her, at least.]

[thesettingsun]

I'm sorry I couldn't do more.

[Even if that meant having someone else take the blame in her place.]

...do you want a hug?

[wantsitall]

[...there's a very pitiful nod. The only person she'd probably accept one from even if she absolutely doesn't deserve it.]

[thesettingsun]

[At some point Dazai definitely put his shirt back on so this isn't as awkward as it could be.

Dazai pulls her into a hug, which he hopes is soothing but doesn't change that she might very well die within the hour.]

I'm glad I met you.

[wantsitall]

[It helps. She's short and mildly terrified and Dazai's probably one of the very few people she liked. It's a tentative hug back, but it's something.]

You made this week a lot less miserable. Don't forget that. Will you keep playing...?

[thesettingsun]

I have to. There are things I want, too.

[For that, he can't give up just yet.]

I'm... I'm glad I helped some.

[wantsitall]

You did. Trust me. Promise me you'll do just as well as I did to get what you want? [She means "do better" but like hell she'll say that.]

[thesettingsun]

I promise. I'll do well enough to be deserving of being picked by you.

[wantsitall]

[WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT...it just kind of earns him an actual tighter hug...]

If I want to see anyone leave this place, it's you. So don't disappoint me.

[thesettingsun]

[oh nooo he's sorry...]

I won't. I could never live with myself.

[it's funny because he's already dead]

[wantsitall]

[A nod, and then she sees the Dragon ready to make her announcement.]

That's my cue...

[thesettingsun]

[He lets go of her, finally.]

Break a leg.

[...knock 'em dead would be inappropriate, considering.]

[wantsitall]

[There's one more smile just for him before she turns to walk off, ready to face the crowd of questions.]