CHAPTER FIVE ; TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 5 - WEEK 523 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, cookies and cakes will be served as your trial snacks, along with hot cocoa...served in sippycups. 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

Comments

[disclosures]

I chose the tiger one, and Sanji gave me his kigurumi back then. ... I was stuck in just a robe. Anyway.

I don't know why anybody would want to go stealing them. How would they discard of them? There's no easy way to do get rid of things in the castle.

[fragileprophet]

Aside from feeding them to swans?

[It's said lightly, but he looks sad. It's not a fun discussion.]

There are plenty of tools in the Tailor to re-purpose the material. Or...fire.

[disclosures]

Feeding them to swans is not an easy way to get rid of them.

Setting them on fire though... Somebody would've seen that smoke. As for the tailor, how many people here are actually skilled enough to do that?

[fragileprophet]

I don't really know.

[Honesty! He looks sheepish.]

I only mean to say that it may be difficult to make a concrete list of names in concerns to the pajama's owner, with how much time has passed since we received them. Ah...unless it had dna on it, but with the state the cloth is in now...

[Rip.]

[disclosures]

[She winces and shakes her head.]

I don't think we even have DNA tests to use here. Crimson ink probably doesn't carry the same properties of DNA? ... Ergh. I hate this.

[fragileprophet]

And I'm guessing if someone found a hair or anything else they would have mentioned...

[Heavy sigh.]

It was smart to use something that anyone could have a valid reason for having lost.

[disclosures]

We can at least assume the Blotters were smart this time around.

[That cuts out at least one person in her mind.]