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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[asswipe]

[... GOD. Now the sads are hitting her at full force, what the fuck. She'll take what Belph didn't nab, but— well. It looks like she's tearing up.]

Thank you, Souji.

[sanguinairy]

[Take all the rest please and thanks Veronica. Also, as payback for yesterday, he's definitely leaning forward to give her a hug before she can take his stuff and leave to go be emotional elsewhere.]

Take care, Veronica. ...Thank you, too.

[asswipe]

[Oh, what the fuck. Now she's definitely going to cry, even if she tries to give him a smile.]

I— [...] We'll see you soon. That's a promise.

[sanguinairy]

[HE'S SORRY but also not sorry, he's glad he was able to give Veronica a hug before he got pushed into a sand pit.

Anyway he'll utilize some of the knowledge Stephanie has bestowed upon him, sticking his pinky out toward her. PINKY PROMISE.]

A promise, then.