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

Comments

[randori]

[ god I'm so tired. somebody can hold Natsuo down and empty his pockets while he's busy plotting murder; he's got his dragon wallet with him, and a tuning fork ]

[axilium]

... Natsuo. What's with the tuning fork?

[fragileprophet]

I told him he could have mine!

[NATSUO WHY. The one Ion usually wears around his neck is gone!]

[axilium]

And why?

[fragileprophet]

He said he liked them...

[He has no good reason other than just being very agreeable.]

[axilium]

[ion.......]

So, is that yours or is it not?

[fragileprophet]

[He looks at it harder...oh.]

...it's not.

[HE'S HONESTLY SURPRISED, WHAT IS HAPPENING?]

[thesettingsun]

What happened to Ion's tuning fork, Natsuo?

[fragileprophet]

I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.

[Something stupid, probably.]

Maybe he didn't want it to get damaged, since it was a gift, and left it in our room.

[randori]

It's in our room. I still have it.

[randori]

...It makes a nice sound when you hit it on something. I liked listening to it.

[axilium]

Then, what happened to Ion's? Also, mind if I take a look at it?

[randori]

I took his too.

[ But he'll hand over this one? ]

[axilium]

Be right back.

[and he's off to fetch the magnifying glass.]

[thesettingsun]

Isn't that a tuning fork that was missing during the investigation?

[randori]

It's not missing, I've had it.