CHAPTER 3 ; TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 3 - WEEK 329 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 delightful, delectable scent of freshly brewed coffee will linger in the air though there will be no coffee present. Instead, today's trial snacks include...finger foods. 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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[fragileprophet]

...oh! Did you get a letter from the other side, as well?

[He's gonna just be upfront oops.]

[concasse]

A letter?

When did you get a letter?

[fragileprophet]

Wednesday...would you like to read it?

[He pulls a carefully folded piece of parchment from his robe.]

It's from Sandalphon!

[concasse]

[... Just takes it, he guesses]

Ah... of course.

[???]

So he's in this Other Side?

[fragileprophet]

Yes, it seems so.

[Here it is, Ion doesn't see why he should hide it!]

Sorry for not mentioning it sooner...

[vigilantics]

...

Does he mean Rapunzel-Rapunzel or title-Rapunzel?

[fragileprophet]

Rapunzel-Rapunzel.

[That feels weird to say.]

She wrote to him, as well.

[okitactless]

[WELL THAT'S

NEWS TO HIM

Partner????]

[vigilantics]

Hm...

It's good to know they're okay somewhere.

[concasse]

[WELL NOW

THAT IS NEWS.]

[concasse]

Shit, half of this is illegible.

[But hey, he gets the gist of it. He thinks.]

Did the letter just appear in you room outta nowhere?

[fragileprophet]

[He shakes his head.]

It was attached to an owl that came to me.

[concasse]

... Have you tried writing back?

[Rubbing his chin]

Maybe the owls can travel wherever they need in order to deliver the letter.

[randori]

[ zooms in here to look over his shoulder ]

He actually signed it?

[fragileprophet]

Well, not with his name, but...

[With his title, so close enough.]

[randori]

[ It's all blotted out with ink, but... ]

Yours is a lot more legible than mine... Ann's there? The Giant, right?

[concasse]

[HEAD SWIVEL]

You got one too?

[randori]

I wrote stuff to people, yeah! But mine wasn't signed, it just came back all inky and ashy.

[fragileprophet]

You got one, too?

[ O: ]

Yes, I believe that's who he's referring to.

[fonlines]

As well.

[ he repeats, completely flatly. ]

[fragileprophet]

[ :( ]

It sounds like yours was more unexpected, if you didn't write first.

[fonlines]

You can imagine my surprise upon hearing that you received one as well.

[ i have no idea what their relationship is at now that ion's decided eon needs to develop a sense of self-preservation. ]

[fragileprophet]

[I don't either I'm terrified.]

Ah...yes, it just never seemed prudent to bring it up anytime before this. I'm sorry, I'll be more forthcoming with you in the future.

[fonlines]

[ what's wrong

with a little bit of

wanting to live, huh

come on, chin up, having some goddamn self-esteem isn't a terrible thing, you can help more people if you're alive longer you self-sacrificing idiot. ]

... Well, it's something we can work on.

[fragileprophet]

Yes...I'd like very much for us to be able to communicate better!

[He does really want this even if he is Nervous.]