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

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[selfinserting]

[A pause, and then, with his voice growing more heated from tears that are threatening to fall:]

Shut up. Shut up, don't say only like it doesn't matter, like it's not... Like it wasn't you! This is your fault!

[holybind]

[ Something flickers in his eyes at the sight of how distraught Evan is, but it's gone as quick as it appears. He makes a point of scoffing, though it sounds a little forced. ]

When did I say it wasn't my fault? Sure, I'll admit it! I made some bad guesses and condemned an innocent man. You're only worked up because he was someone you cared about.

[ a shrug ]

Which is fine, we can't get upset over every single person we send to the chopping block. But someone was going to die tonight, and it probably wasn't going to be anyone with blood on their hands.

[selfinserting]

So, what, that makes it fine, right? Is that what you think? I - hope you're happy, I hope you're satisfied that you wasted the time we could have spent finding who actually did this!

[He rubs a hand over his eyes, quickly and without comment, before he moves on.]

Maybe we couldn't have, but we'll never know now, and that's your fault!

[holybind]

Blame me all you want, but in the end people didn't vote for him because I held a gun to their heads. They thought everything I said was viable— never said I had any proof, but they believed it because they wanted to.

[ He meets Evan's gaze head-on as he speaks. ]

But if you're so mad? Feel free to kill me next week, or whenever the time comes. Like I keep saying, none of it matters to me at this point.

[selfinserting]

[A beat, and then, as chilled as he can make it:]

Yeah, well, I'm glad you have the luxury of not caring, but not all of us jump to getting someone killed the second we don't agree with what they've done. Maybe you should think about that next time.

[And then he turns to leave.]