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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[fonlines]

[ ......

Ion is bundled up even more than his usual robe ensemble, namely in a sort of roughly crafted but functional cloak that we're definitely not calling a blanketcape. ]

... Must we, given our current weather conditions?

[ Just. Gestures at snow. He does shrug the cloak off briefly, and pull up/away his sleeves and collar as best he can to show that he's lacking in bruises or open wounds of any sort- sorry no legs, since he has white tights, but red would show up well on white anyway.

That said, there are still very faint tints of red clinging to the ends of his hair, as if it'd previously gotten dunked in something like red ink and hasn't all washed out yet. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[thesettingsun]

...Remind me, I wasn't paying much attention this week, but when did you get red ink in your hair?

[fonlines]

Tuesday morning.

[ It's faded looking enough to confirm his story, at least. ]

I made a somewhat unfortunate wish on the well, and woke up... [ well, covered in red ink. ]

Anyone who was at the dining hall that morning for breakfast could confirm that they saw me come down there in attempt to clean some of the affected fabric.

[thesettingsun]

...well. I doubt you snapped Dave's neck by headbutting him.

[faceripper]

Yes. Of course. I'll not have the obvious overlooked simply because of discomfort.

[ But this Ion does get a pass anyways, at least minus the red. He tilts his head as he looks at it, then gestures. ]

And what's this in your hair?

[fonlines]

Crimson ink from an ill-planned wish on the well that had about as useful a result as yours, I'm afraid.

[ gestures at his explanation to Dazai right above ]

[faceripper]

That stupid well...

[ HE HATES IT SO MUCH. And that's probably why he accepts this explanation with a nod. ]

Very well. Good luck getting it out of your hair, I suppose.

[fonlines]

Honestly... I'm not sure how they'll expect us to make any further wishes on the well, if this has been the result of them thus far.

Once bitten, twice shy- isn't that how the saying goes? But thank you, Sir Fane. The sentiment is well appreciated.

[faceripper]

Personally, I would like to destroy the damned thing.

[ He sighs, but it comes with a casual shrug ]

...In any case, I believe something reminding people to not use it would be well warranted.