CHAPTER FIVE ; TRIAL

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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

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[resumed]

That's my thought, too. The fact that the room itself wasn't thoroughly investigated after we've been here for several weeks is what doesn't sit right with me.

[fonlines]

... Nico, you said last time that- you could tell? Vaguely, when something had happened.

[ ... ]

I don't want to pry if the wound is too raw, but do you know anything, of how a timeline may have formed?

[resumed]

[...]

...all three of them died on Thursday evening. Around curfew, sort of, but all three of them were muddled together making it impossible to tell who went first. I'm sorry.

[fonlines]

There's no need to apologize.

[ similar timing but muddled... could be coincidence, or, possibly more likely here, there are other factors obfuscating it. ]

I believe that you want to find her killer, so of course you'd only do your best. There's nothing to be sorry for, in that case.

[resumed]

[A shrug.] Normally at its full capacity my ability to tell is more accurate. Here, it's like they all started around the same time and their intensities rivaled each other before they all stopped. I wish I knew what all of that meant, but it's something to consider.

[fonlines]

[ a wan smile. ] If only we all were at our full capacities, weren't we?

It'd be a simple matter of searching one's memories for their guilt if we were.

[ look, i don't make the rules, abyss is just like this. ]

[resumed]

...you can do that normally? [Wow what the fuck Abyss.]

[fonlines]

It is... quite the restricted skill.

[ super special secret powers for Fon Masters only, he means. ]

And quite the unpleasant one at that, for the one receiving it. Regardless... it would have been an option available to us, had we all possessed our own abilities.

[resumed]

There are plenty of skills that they took from us that would have changed how this game went. I can understand it, but it doesn't mean I like it very much. [...] That sounds awful though.

[fonlines]

[ He looks down and to the side, his smile strained. ]

Calling the memories back... is as if they were reliving them again, just as they were when they first occurred. It isn't something done lightly.

[resumed]

...my sister used to experience something similar. I never thought it was something to be taken lightly either.

[fonlines]

[ ... after a heavy deliberation: ]

... would it help us at all, do you think, if we were to try to wish for abilities like that back?

[ or is the fact that they're all on- relatively equal ground the only reason they haven't all managed to kill each other yet? ]

[resumed]

No. How do you think I ended up this way? [With the vague sense of knowing who's in danger but not being able to help? It was a poor judgement call.]

[fonlines]

[ a h ]

I suppose it was too much to hope.