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

Comments

[wearys]

What if I have a death wish and want to fight you to be the sacrificial lamb here?

Uh, not literally fight. Though you look good. [ pause ] Healthy good, I meant, like you could fight, not like-- whatever.

[ he's tired. ]

[sanguinairy]

[HE'LL LITERALLY FIGHT YOU, MAGNUS, MEET HIM IN THE COSTCO PARKING LOT.]

Ah, thank you. [Said in a lightly teasing way, because he is a Punk Until Death.]

But it would be best not to waste time discussing who ought to do what when time is precious, right?

[wearys]

[ HE'LL SHOW UP HE'LL THROW DOWN OR THROW UP ]

We have, what, eight hours to talk? And if we're sort of ignoring the whole murder thing, and you guys have already planned what's going down... we have a lot of time, right?

We could literally be chatting about the weather and crumpets for two hours, wouldn't matter.

[sanguinairy]

[PLEASE DO NEITHER OF THESE!!

Also that's fair, but at the same time:]

There are a lot of things to run through, and I think we'd all rather have more time than less, you know? Besides, Dragon may still wish for us to piece together some of the deaths we weren't already aware of.

[Which is fair enough as long as no one else yeets or midtrial murders. Let them maintain their delicate balance.]

[wearys]

[ HE'LL DO BOTH AND MORE, JUST WATCH ]

... All right, that's fair, I guess.

[ he'll argue some more later if he needs to. ]

[sanguinairy]

[Don't make him use his newly found anti-wheeze yeeting abilities to bodyslam you into the ground Magnus.]

--I am sorry that we weren't able to notify you sooner, though.

[He ran out of time and breath with all the wheezing he was still doing last night.]