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CHAPTER 1: TRIAL
CHAPTER 1 - WEEK 1 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 (
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this sounds extremely reasonable to her
live your revenge life, natsuo ]
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[just. lightly setting a hand on his shoulder there.]
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but shirasu lets him shrug it off, with a faint little smile. go for it then.]
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Please don't-- not while you're still healing.
[ afterwards though ]
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Stop.
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I'm not! He still hasn't told me anything!! He can't die before he tells me why!!!
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[ FINE HE’LL SLAP HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD. ]
Unfortunately, sometimes people are cruel for the sake of obtaining something they want. They’ll throw others under the bus without a care in the world.
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We were friends!!! We were all becoming friends!!!! He didn't have to do that— no matter what it was, he didn't!!
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[When the murder weapon tells you to calm down you know you need to find your chill]
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external chill ]
Just let me!!
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[stares at Natsuo, eyes wide, expression slack and pale with his inability to breathe properly]
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points at you
that icon keeps killing me ]
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