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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[axilium]

All right, all right—a few new points of interest.

We've got two killers here, so chop chop, guys.

[three hours left!]

Secondly, one of the killers probably threw the teacup down the well. If it's anything like with Fane, they might've been cursed somehow.

Thirdly, there's a medicinal smell on the cup that was presumably used to drug Soo-won. Discuss.

[disilluded]

[Hrmm.]

Do we know what forms a "curse" can take? There could be many in a place such as this.

[axilium]

[gestures to fane, the newfound expert on well curses.]

[disilluded]

[Uh huh, that's really not that helpful, there could be all sorts of curses??? This is terrible and he hates this shit.]

[function]

[ she hates that she's saying this because it's not science but ]

... It could be that the curse is related to the item that was thrown in the well. Fane's was a journal, and now he's finding it hard to remember small details.

[disilluded]

That seems logical to me.

It is the sort of loose "rule" magic would follow.

[function]

[ she nods ]

What that has to do with a teacup, though...

[concasse]

... Medical?

[Squinting]

Do we have anything like that available in the castle? Don't think I ever saw an infirmary.

[axilium]

It's possible that it just came from the Crafters, in which case we won't find it anywhere.

[concasse]

Oh right, they might've provided the poison.

-- Even still, a poison doesn't have to be medically-inclined.

[sanguinairy]

If it smells medicinal, maybe it wasn't a poison? I don't know much about them, but it seems strange for a poison to have a smell that could be mistaken for a medication.

[selfinserting]

There are a lot of plants, um, in the garden and the castle grounds... Could someone have found something that they could use as, as a drug?

[concasse]

I can't rule out that possibility, but I know jack shit about plants.

Did anyone check to see if the garden was missing something?

[randori]

[ yeah, where was medicine when he was bleeding out.......... ]

But you're a chef! Aren't there some herbs and roots and stuff that's like medicine?

[ ginseng or whatever ]

[concasse]

Sure, but I don't really consider their smells medical, to be honest.

[They just smell like... plants!]

[doublecrows]

[lets out a breathless and thoughtful hm]

Perhaps it's best to check the two whose hair matches the hedge maze for signs of a "curse?" Not that we know what sort of "curse" a teacup would cause.

[alchemenace]

Fane's is kind of, um, personally annoying? He really prides himself on his memory of details. [ amongst. other things. ] I think it's most likely the curse is something that the victim themselves would personally find aggravating. So. Personalized curses?

[discardia]

We can't really ask each and every person what would be the most problematic thing for them... but that's likely how it is.

[doublecrows]

Well, it isn't as though we'd know Fane-san's curse unless he told us. [hm] That may make it more difficult to sniff out.

[faceripper]

For all we know, perhaps it's terribly ironic. [ He waves a hand with a dry laugh ] I'd hardly be surprised if one culprit through their teacup in the well, and their "curse" was for something—say, a hair—to end up at the other's murder.

[wagashis]

He mentioned he was returning an item to the well when he was cursed, didn't he? It seems natural that it would be displeased with that.

We don't know if putting any item into the well would result in a negative reaction, though that does seem like the most likely response.

[discardia]

Even with two killers, Miss Tiger confirmed we still only have one vote each. Regardless of what we do...

Well, we'll have to make certain we get at least one.

[axilium]

We could try to tie, but I don't have a lot of confidence in that.

[resumed]

It would mean asking every single person who they planned to vote for and making sure they followed through. [So he doesn't have a lot of confidence in that either.]

[function]

Way too risky.