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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[faceripper]

Oh, no. A fake curse.

[ Sarcasm is dripping from his tone, but he nods, and it quickly softens ]

Yes, a real one. I've been cursed before. I know what it feels like. This one is... Well, less harmful, but exceedingly annoying!

[alchemenace]

[ assuming he heard fane say what his curse is in the other thread so we don't rethread that: ]

Oh. I mean, that's, that's obviously annoying, and kind of inconvenient, but I thought you were in actual trouble from a... real curse. [ fuckin magic ] You know. A dangerous one? A-anyway, don't worry me like that.

[ this is why he thinks you're dramatic!!! fane!!!! ]

[faceripper]

...Oh. No. Not that sort.

[ His angry bluster actually dies down pretty quickly once Varian says that he was worried. He waves a hand to dismiss the thought. ]

But you needn't worry so much. Even a real curse is not terrible. Why, if I could tap into my Source, it would be a non-issue. I could simply bless myself and be done with it.

[alchemenace]

I'd say a curse from a well that burned off someone's face is, um, kind of something to worry about? And, and you can't tap into your Source.

[ gestures at fane's wrist. f a n e!!! ]

[faceripper]

...Yes. True.

[ He sighs and shakes his head ]

In any case, my advice? Don't use the blasted well. For anything.

[ Though back on topic— ] That said, if they're as unlucky as I, then whoever threw the teacup may very well be cursed themselves, you know.

[alchemenace]

Um. Yes.

[ he won't tell fane he already used the well. anyway!! ]

That... might be a clue. We'd have to figure out what kind of curse, though. If we go by yours, they could be specifically tied to what the, um, culprit of littering [ rolls his eyes because. tiger. ] would consider a curse.

[faceripper]

Hmph. Well, considering my curse is rudely ironic, perhaps the same could be said of whoever threw the teacup?

[alchemenace]

Then it's a matter of finding if anyone else is afflicted with something like that, which is ... easier said than done.

[ what is knowing a person well enough for this ]

[faceripper]

Oh, yes, to put it mildly. Hardly any of you are so forthcoming as I.

[ he has no faith in figuring that one out tbh ]

[alchemenace]

No kidding. We're still missing four kitchen knives.

[ they fucked ]

[faceripper]

Idiots...

[ He shakes his head ]

I understand arming yourselves, but heavens, be honest about it so this isn't so difficult. I doubt any of us care all that much if we're armed. By the Void, I have a tool that rips off peoples' faces, and I hardly try and hide that.

[alchemenace]

[ he wishes you would, fane. please. ]

A bunch of people have weapons that are written about on their tapestries, too.