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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Mystery of the kitchen door

[concasse]

Don't know how it fits with the investigation, but...

[Sighing. Gnawing on his thumb fingernail. He is suffering without his cigarettes]

Me and some other shithead got locked in the kitchen. The door shut on us and I had to use a butterknife to pry it open.

-- And speaking of that, there was one butterknife and one teacup already missing by the time we got in there.

[Which let's be real could mean jack shit, but anyway--]

This happen to anyone else? The door just shutting for no reason?

[melancoffeea]

More missing items?

[The cook must be exasperated by now.]

I've yet to experience anything of the sort.

[concasse]

Someone could've just taken them to their rooms; it's not like a butterknife is gonna do much damage.

It's the door that's got me stumped -- especially since it was locked. Shit, I didn't know we could get locked in there.

[melancoffeea]

Perhaps, but we should keep them in our minds regardless.

As for the door . . . could you have been locked in by someone?

[concasse]

Begs the question of "why", though.

There's no shitty way we'd be stuck in there for long. Someone would've eventually found us.

[melancoffeea]

To buy time? Or . . . Hm. I suppose the better question is, was this the first time that the door shut on its own?

[concasse]

... Y'know, I don't think so.

There was a butterknife missing from the kitchen. It wouldn't do shit as a weapon, but I used one to get the door open.

So I'm guessing maybe someone used the missing knife to do the same thing I did.

[melancoffeea]

[ He nods. That would make sense. ]

And if so, then why take it with them?

[concasse]

Hell if I know. Maybe there was something incriminating about it.

[melancoffeea]

That would make the kitchen a potential crime scene. Say that the door was shut to keep someone inside, then forced opened by the perpetrator . . . All mere conjecture, of course.

[concasse]

[Assuming they heard about that poisoned tea cup by now]

... So maybe one of our victims drank the poisoned tea, was meant to be stuck there, but managed to escape with the butterknife...?

[melancoffeea]

That, or the mechanism holding the door shut was crude, which would have required the culprit to use force after the poison ran its course.

The butter knife could have been taken in a rush to hide the victim, or in an act of self-defense against the culprit. Either way, the intended victim was trapped.

[concasse]

Actually I checked the door to see if there was anything keeping the door shut when it closed on me, and got nothing.

[Doesn't rule out the possibility, of course]

And since Cardia-chan said the spinning wheel in the tailor started moving on its own, I'm wondering if it's someone's ability at play.

[melancoffeea]

[He hums in thought.]

You might be right about that. When it's the castle at work, there's a burning sensation that prevents us from leaving. You didn't feel that, though, did you?

[concasse]

No, first time I checked the door, it just didn't open. No burning or anything.

[melancoffeea]

As expected. I'm not familiar with the tales behind the titles, so I'm afraid I won't be of use in discerning abilities from there.

[concasse]

I know of some of 'em, but even if we nailed the title, there's no way to prove who that title belongs to.

[Sigh]

Well, best to keep it in mind. If someone uses their ability it at least means there was someone on the loose.

[melancoffeea]

Yes, seems so. Sorry that I couldn't have been of more help.

[asswipe]

But would they have enough strength to escape after being poisoned? Some poisons work really fast.

[concasse]

I guess we won't know unless there's some way to check what poison it was.

[HAS ANYONE GOTTEN ON TOP OF THAT YET]

[discardia]

No, but one of the spinning wheels began to move untouched.

[concasse]

[SHUDDERS]

This shitty castle better not be haunted.