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

[thesettingsun]

...I bleed blue ink, does that mean I don't have to strip?

[Dazai sounds disappointed with this.]

[faceripper]

...Hm.

[ He does consider that, completely with rubbing a hand against his jaw, but then shrugs ]

Well, if that can be confirmed, I don't see why not. I'm not entirely inclined to believe those tapestries in full, but yours is a fairer exemption than most.

[thesettingsun]

I'll just borrow Varian's knife.

[here we go again.....]

[concasse]

He doesn't have it anymore.

[thesettingsun]

Whatever knife we stabbed some corpses with.

[concasse]

-- I'm gonna want that one back too after this shit is over!

[But yeah go ahead Dazai, stab yourself for science]

[alchemenace]

[ it's a stone axe that looks like it was made in the beginning of time itself and it smells faintly of blood. here u go ]

Here.

[thesettingsun]

Thanks.

[Dazai pricks himself in the left arm just deep enough to draw blood - or, in his case, blue ink.]

Here you go.

[alchemenace]

[ ink is fine :/ Varian is inkcist ]

No problem. ... Sorry again about the blood/ink thing.

[faceripper]

[ Fane is actually pretty fascinated to watch this exchange, but once Dazai does in fact bleed ink, Fane nods. ]

Fascinating. Well, thank you for confirming, in that case. You, at least, don't need to remove your clothing.