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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[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.]