CHAPTER 2: TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 2 - WEEK 232 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 Dragon 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 sound of flapping wings can be heard as a strong wind occasionally blows through the garden knocking everything disarray. Narrators may even begin to find themselves floating above their seats, airborne and flowing. Instead of s'mores, today's snack bar includes...happy meals? That's right. Several red boxes with yellow arches will line the tables filled with either a cheeseburger or chicken nuggets, french fries, and apple slices. Inside every box will be a bobblehead with a likeness of either Dragon or Tiger. 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 Dana (decals), 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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[hairbrain]

I don't believe that. Celadon doesn't want to lose you.

[melancoffeea]

If things go as planned, he'll have a new partner. He can forget about me then: He'll have bigger things to worry about.

[hairbrain]

Do you really think any of us will forget about you, least of all Celadon? You've been his partner for, what, three weeks now. You should know him better than that.

[melancoffeea]

Tell me: can you truly claim to know people, even when years have passed since you met them? The answer is, you can't.

In any case, I'm nothing special. Sooner or later, you and the others will no longer have to concern yourself with me.

[hairbrain]

You don't need to know every detail of a person to know they've got a kind heart --- or that you've made a lasting impression.

Whatever awful things you think about yourself -- he won't believe them. And I don't know that I can, either, if I can't fully forgive what you did.

So, yes, Sandalphon, we're still going to concern ourselves with you.

[melancoffeea]

You don't know what you're talking about . . .

[He scowls, conflict evident in his eyes. He hasn't the luxury of time to argue this with her.]

Fine. Think what you will. It won't matter by tomorrow.

[hairbrain]

It matters to me. It should matter to you.

I won't believe that you're worthless. Whatever you try to tell me.