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grimmoired2018-07-28 08:34 am
CHAPTER SEVEN ; TRIAL
CHAPTER 7 - WEEK 7 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 (
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[STOP THIS PDA!!!]
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Oh - that note you found on Rebecca, the longer one, that was from our angel daughter. It came with the truth potion.
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[ goes to hell in a handbasket? ]
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No, the Other Side collapsed. We're stuck.
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Wait, what?
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There's no Other Side anymore. So we have to get this done or I guess we're all dead for real?
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[Veronica!!]
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Heeeeyyyyy, Evan. How's it going? You're looking, um— [NOT EXTRA CRISPY.] You're looking good. Hi.
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What's wrong? [...] Other than, um, everything.
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[ it's been a long fucking week
also pay no attention to the [looks at webmd chart] blueish green bruises around his neck and a lot more attention to the stupid red scrunchie he's wearing that makes him look like an idiot ]
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whomst ]
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Shirasu tried to strangle you.
[ im sorry teej hes a tattletale ]
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[ wait. hold on. ]
... what's wrong with your neck.
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[ a beat and then he attempts to raise his collar up a little to hide. them. ]
I may have gotten strangled a little?
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zooms in
ON THOSE BRUISES
and squints!!]
I see Dazai didn't get the message.
[SHE'S GOING TO KICK SOME ASS]
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[dazai you literally stepped on akechi's head like, yesterday]
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