CHAPTER SEVEN ; TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 7 - WEEK 711 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. The garden is strangely silent and there are no snacks today...it seems as though you'll be left to your own devices. 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 or sooner if the game ICly elects so. 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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TALK TO THE HOST

[themodsgrimm]

[ If you have anything to say to Dragon - she'll be present, looking at the scroll over and over as if it continues to hold some secret.

Her gaze flicks up to anyone who approaches her. ]

... yes?

[axilium]

What the hell is this?

[themodsgrimm]

... I wrote a letter earlier in the week to the Other Side - the magic is beginning to wane within the castle. So there was an opportunity to connect all of you to this place, somewhere in between... I'd thought you would want to discuss with them, if given the chance.

As for the rest...

[She lets her fingers fall on the scroll, her gaze moves to the new doors.]

... I am still determining that as well.

[axilium]

... So what are these other doors for?

[themodsgrimm]

I believe you're meant to embark on journeys in them... something similar to the adventures that the castle takes you on on Wednesdays. I was able to sense more magic behind them, but not exactly what they hold.

[Her brow furrows.]

I'm sorry. I am currently determining anything more than that.

[axilium]

Great. We're all gonna die.

[okitactless]

[He won't linger long, but--he does nod carefully at her.]

Ryuu-kun.

[HE STILL DOESN'T... like her... as much as Tiger....... but whatever.]

I hope you're sure about this. [Considering you DIDN'T GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!]

[themodsgrimm]

As certain as I can be...

If nothing else, I thought it important to bring you all together when you are making your final choices.

[okitactless]

[Predictably, Yasusada's gaze slides over to Okita.]

...Even if nothing else works out the way we want, I do thank you for that.

[nivation]

What is this supposed to do?

[themodsgrimm]

My intention was to bring you all together... The doors and the scroll were something I did not foresee.

[There's a frustrated furrow of her brow.]

... I'm sorry for that.

[nivation]

For you to not foresee...

[ Well, she doesn't mind everyone being together, but... ]

Is there a high chance of death through the doors?

[themodsgrimm]

... I do not believe so - but I cannot see what is on the other side of them very clearly. I only know that there is magic there.

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai approaches her awkwardly... and then bows very low.]

I'm sorry for my behavior. And I'm sorry I made Tiger a dress and not you when I like you better in the first place? It was mostly because I was terrified of her but - I don't even know if she wore it and I still don't like her even if I sympathize more now-

[Nervous babbling. He shuts up for a second, then tries again.]

I can make you a dress later, if you want.

[themodsgrimm]

[ . . . that was a lot.

Dragon takes a moment to reach out and place her fingertips underneath his chin, gently guiding his head up.]

... Lift your head. You have more to focus on, at the moment.

[thesettingsun]

[He straightens up, looking... surprised, maybe, that her touch is gentle.]

...You're right. I'll ask you again after the trial.

[If she's still around after the trial.]

[londonstar]

Thank you for this chance. And I apologize for not being the best participant.

[ he looks around, and then faces her. he nods curtly. ]

It’s difficult for me to feel optimistic in this situation. How do you feel tthough, Lady Dragon?

[themodsgrimm]

[ . . . ]

Hopeful.

[She tilts her head as she looks at him, offering a small smile.]

... people have told me that I am likely to win... If that is true, then I'll be able to help all of you the way that I wish to.

Even if there are some things that I did not expect here... It remains choices for you all to make, if you wish to embark on these journeys.

[londonstar]

Is that so?

[ he smiles, sighing. ]

Then I suppose some optimism won't do me any harm. I'll hope for the best as well.

Re: TALK TO THE HOST

[psychedelica]

[ great. more stuff to do. He recognizes this place, in a distant way - a place truly in-between life and death, much like the manor he'd created. ]

... After this, it's over? Or do you have more surprises to spring on us?

[themodsgrimm]

[She shakes her head.]

... the magic that is holding everything together is starting to fray. I believe the end is approaching.

The only surprise to me here are the doors and these instructions... but I have nothing else planned after this.

[psychedelica]

[ he nods. Again, it's similar to his manor; the moment he should die or complete the kaleidoscope, it would all start to buckle in on itself and disappear. These places all run on the same logic, it seems. ]

Fine. [ he pauses, shifting uneasily on his feet. ] ... I don't trust you. But your offer is the best thing I have. If you lied to us, I promise I'll find a way to make your existence hell.

[thesettingsun]

[Aaand later after he's remembered something slightly more useful than dresses-]

Can ghosts vote?

[themodsgrimm]

[She shakes her head.]

No - those choices belong with those still living.

[thesettingsun]

Alright. Thought I'd ask before I made a fool of myself trying to pick up a voting slip.

[being unsolid is kind of annoying sometimes

but at least he doesn't have to play charades]