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]

[...

zooms in

ON THOSE BRUISES

and squints!!]

I see Dazai didn't get the message.

[SHE'S GOING TO KICK SOME ASS]

[thesettingsun]

I left him alone after the first day! I'm doing better!

[dazai you literally stepped on akechi's head like, yesterday]

[vigilantics]

[ WHIRLS AROUND TO FACE HIM. ]

You piece of shit!

[thesettingsun]

That's fair.

[He's not even gonna argue that.]

[asswipe]

I don't care? Fuck you?

[thesettingsun]

I understand.

[well no, he really doesn't understand, but he gets that she's upset and they haven't really done anything to deserve being upset by him

so he's at least sort of kind of contrite?]

[alchemenace]

I technically didn't receive the letter until after he'd done it, but. Yeah.

[asswipe]

I'm going to murder him.

[alchemenace]

[ THAT'S TWO IN A ROW AND HE'S JUST. UM. ????

this bitch thought steph and v would be mad at him hes dumb ]

Um. Maybe later?

[asswipe]

Fine. But that asshole isn't getting away with this.

[she stans one problematic teen, it's fine.]

[alchemenace]

[ ... ]

Thanks.

[ this bitch is only stanned in fandom he's not used to it irl ]

[asswipe]

[he better get used to it irl!! shady tweens for #1 varian stans.

anyway, she huffs.]

... It's nothing. [...] I missed you, by the way. Just— Just thought I should say it instead of letting it be one of those, "oh, but I implied it" sort of deals.

[alchemenace]

I missed you too. Oh, um, I don't think I can give it back right now [ being a ghost? weird. ] but--

[ gestures at the stupid scrunchie in his hair. it is making a really dumb looking ponytail ]

I've still got it.

[asswipe]

... Hm, I don't know. You look better wearing it than I ever did. Gives you big alpha bitch vibes, you know? Maybe you should keep it in the long run.

[it is a very dumb looking ponytail but also it's adorable so she's gotta enable.]

[alchemenace]

[ he doesn't even know what an alpha bitch is but he laughs ]

You think so? I don't, I don't know that it fits me too much.

[asswipe]

Wouldn't be saying so if I didn't think so. It fits you like a glove.

[alchemenace]

[ he laughs again, but-- ]

I'll keep it, then. Souvenir.