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

[alchemenace]

[ hm ]

Well I regret listening to this conversation.

[hairbrain]

[ covers varian's ears. ]

[alchemenace]

[ it's TOO LATE!!! ]

[londonstar]

There are many aspects of Greek Mythology that aren't very savory, but Dazai has found a way to make them sound even worse.

[thesettingsun]

Thanks, it's a talent.

[londonstar]

It's not a compliment.

[thesettingsun]

It is if I decide it is.

[londonstar]

You're delusional.

[alchemenace]

How do you make that sound good?

[londonstar]

Not morally good, per se, but something that sounds less crude than what he said.

[fonlines]

Are many of the tales of your world quite so bizarre? Sir Hijikata and others informed me of a story involving red shoes that would force someone to dance to their deaths.

I can't see what stories like these would accomplish, or what their moral should be.

[londonstar]

Many of them, yes. Many date from times when gods and faeries lived alongside humans, and we humans made an attempt at teaching important lessons through them.

[thesettingsun]

I'm not wrong.

[alchemenace]

I believe you?

[ but he hates it. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Him being right is the important thing!!]

[londonstar]

He's a child.

[thesettingsun]

Did you not know what sex was when you were fourteen?

I'm so sorry. That's tragic.

[londonstar]

Oh, so you're going to expose everyone else here on the notion that "you should know about sex by the time you're 13"? There are better things to be doing than that at that age!

[ dazai is absolutely right but shut up?????? ]

[thesettingsun]

I'm not wrong. About sex being something you should know about or you being socially inept.