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

Comments

[vigilantics]

Honestly, there's only really one urgent need to tell the difference between them regarding their names in trial.

[ it's. it's if they vote for them. what do they write. ]

[axilium]

... Wow! You sure just made this morbid, Steph.

[vigilantics]

I'm just saying!

[sanguinairy]

[THAT'S MOOD AF AND ALSO A PROBLEM.]

Well... We can figure that out if we ever come to it.

[vigilantics]

Yeah. For now it's not an issue.

[ and it won't ever be because steph is an ion stan. ]

[fonlines]

... this is the fairest concern regarding the subject I've heard raised, but...

Regardless of the tapestries, only one of us has our title listed on the namecards in the dormitories.

[vigilantics]

"Fon Master," right? That works.

[ ... ]

Not that I think you... killed... anyone...

[ <___< ]

[fonlines]

[ He laughs, slightly. ... It's a slightly hollowed sound. ]

That would be him, by his point in time. I would not mind if you simply called me Ion.

[ would. would you, Ion ]

[vigilantics]

Are you no longer a Fon Master then?

[fonlines]

I am still a Fon Master regardless.

But it isn't listed on my room's door. And I think the circumstances that would lead to his properly taking the mantle... well, I would have had to have stepped down, one way or another. It is the best guess I can make, given our time difference.

[vigilantics]

... hm.

Well, I'll call you whatever you prefer.