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

[concasse]

Neh, Dragon-sama.

If one of us were to be poisoned from ingesting a piece of evidence, would an antidote be provided to save the person, or uh... would we just be shit out of luck?

[themodsgrimm]

[She blinks a few times.]

Could you not... smell it?

You are a highly capable Chef, aren't you?

[concasse]

Oh not me.

[Sighing]

Zelos would kill me.

[LISTEN HE IS TIRED TOO]

This is more a general question, in case anyone gets it into their head to try... anyway...

[themodsgrimm]

[ . . . .

Her brow furrows in confusion. ]

There doesn't remain enough in the vial to be consumed. While I understand your willingness to respect your partner's wishes, if you don't wish to use your specific set of skills...

There is not very much I can do.