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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A THING

[themodsgrimm]

[After being asked a helpful question and vanishing for a moment, Tiger reappears at her table, standing, and looking very clearly annoyed. In one hand she holds a dripping teacup and in the other, a soaking wet journal with black pages.]

Okay, I can't believe I have to explain that littering is frowned upon.

[She places them both on the table.]

[axilium]

No one lick it.

[ :/ ]

[doublecrows]

Why. . . do we keep being presented with new evidence halfway through the trial?

[WHY]

[themodsgrimm]

[Time for another shrug emoji.]

I didn't think anyone would be so callous as to throw items into a magical well that's only purpose is to provide you with your every whim and fancy.

[doublecrows]

[a breathless laugh]

I suppose desperate people will do desperate things. May I see that journal?

Re: A THING

[psychedelica]

[ for some reason, hikage looks vaguely disappointed. ]

Isn't that Fane's?

[ pointing at the journal... ]

[axilium]

Littering is bad, Fane.

[concasse]

[WOW.]

... Could you tell us where you found those, Tiger-sama?

[themodsgrimm]

They were in the wishing well.

[No harm in telling that much.]

[asswipe]

[UH... SHE IS OFFENDED BY THIS DESECRATED JOURNAL.]

Wait. Where the hell were those and why did we not find them?

[themodsgrimm]

They were, apparently, offered as a tribute to the well. Even if you looked, I can't imagine you would have found them.

[wagashis]

Thank you for your assistance.

[just gonna go ahead and cautiously pick the teacup up by the handle. with the bandaged hand just in case. where's sousei to make the face about shirasu holding maybe-dangerous things when you need him

anyway brb evidence thread]

[themodsgrimm]

[She smiles at him for being so gracious. It's what she's here for!]

[toughchoices]

[face, meet palm.]

[okitactless]

Sorry, Tora-kun. [It wasn't his fault, but he doesn't like littering either tbh]

[faceripper]

Then don't give me garbage!

[ yeah, the journal is definitely his ]

[randori]

Did you try to return it?

[axilium]

... So, just to make sure: did anything happen after you, er, threw your garbage into the well?

[hairbrain]

Thanks for not getting ink on me this time.

[ :/ :/ :/ ]

So, the teacup was thrown in there as well...?

[themodsgrimm]

Unless someone was clumsy and dropped it in on accident.

[Who knows!]

[alchemenace]

[ he doubts she'll answer, but. ]

Sooo, um. When were these thrown in?

[ he just wants to know if the teacup is poisoned :/ ]

[themodsgrimm]

Who knows.

[She doesn't keep track of that kinda thing, sorry.]

[londonstar]

Thank you for your assistance, Lady Tiger.

[ he would question the journal but...it seems that fane is already causing quite a fuss over it. it's probably unrelated to anything here. ]

[function]

...Will we have to request this every week, or can you just save us the trouble?

[themodsgrimm]

I'll be sure to check the wishing well from now on.

[Hand flapping gesture.]