CHAPTER 1: TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 1 - WEEK 134 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 Tiger at the head of the table, a glass-covered rose near her right hand. Tick tock, Narrators. You have nine hours to deliberate. Throughout today's trial, the snow continues to fall as it has all week, though it's gentle and soft. Instead of tea and crumpets, today's snack bar includes the makings for s'mores, including sharp metal skewers. A fire could be built, should anyone have anything flammable. Additionally, every now and then, the howls of a group of wolves will penetrate the silence that occasionally falls on the the group...and sometimes even in the heat of the moment. Welcome to your 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 Danielle (entrappings), 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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[fragileprophet]

[Oh my god.]

I don't mind what you call me, but please do call him by his proper name.

[Also, "Passed Out" Ion has scars running down the right side of his face...so it's very easy to tell them apart physically. Please don't call him the scarred Ion now.]

[axilium]

Well, I like Fonny...

[fonlines]

Regardless of origin, isn't that somewhat rude?

[axilium]

He already said he was okay with it!

[fragileprophet]

[whoops]

[axilium]

[do you have regrets now]

[nivation]

[ why are there scars....]

What happened?

[fragileprophet]

The wishing well.

[He touches a hand to his cheek with a shy smile.]

I had asked if it would give me a way for us to be more recognizable from one another.

[randori]

[ Hey????? ]

Didn't you go around asking people for advice?! Why'd you let the well choose for you in the end!!?

[fragileprophet]

[Winces...]

I just thought...

[He looks down.]

I'm sorry. I did something foolish.

[ :( ]

[randori]

Yeah, that was foolish. It was stupid! You're stupid! Now you absolutely must not let go of your name, okay? Otherwise there's no point in all of that!

[fragileprophet]

I'm sorry.

[He just hangs his head like he's actually a child being chastised by a parent.]

[nivation]

[ ... Fairy tales are cruel. ]

It shouldn't have happened this way. I would have offered to help people tell you apart.

[fragileprophet]

That's very kind of you.

[He smiles at her.]

But all I can do now is live with the consequences of my actions.

[nivation]

I hope so.

[ she means she hopes he makes it to the survivor pool now ]