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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[selfinserting]

[Time to jump over more rooftops!! He looks towards Dazai once more, especially since they’re even higher.]

You might need to, um, to do it again.

[Unlimited yeet works.]

[thesettingsun]

I promise to throw you over as many roofs as you need me to, Evan. Don't worry.

[but like, only one at a time.]

[sanguinairy]

Just don't get hurt, alright?

[Souji, who has no such reservations, will immediately start rooftop yeeting his way over. TO THE CLOCKTOWER.]

[asswipe]

He's not going to get hurt. Stop jinxing him.

[In any case, time to parkour.]

[selfinserting]

...You guys know I’m already dead, right?

[Just. Just saying. Anyways, here they go again, assuming Dazai is helpfully yeeting him.]

[thesettingsun]

Just because you're dead doesn't mean we want you to get hurt.

[Dazai is helpfully yeeting him! And so they make it to the base (?) of the clock tower. Where... there isn't an elevator. Or an obvious door.]

I guess the entrance is ground level... wherever that is.

[sanguinairy]

[can't believe varian's ghost is still haunting evan to this day.

BUT WHOOP. There they are... No doors, no stairs. He glances over toward Evan.]

...Should we look for a door or one of those elevators?

[asswipe]

... Does it look like there's a door from here?

[Varian's ghost is made of no chill and salt.

She squints at the clock tower, though.]

[selfinserting]

[Hm.]

Do all of us have to go up here, or just one?

[thesettingsun]

I don't think all of us have to do it. Just as long as our tasks get accomplished by our group.

You can send me up if you want, Evan. That might be easier.

[He knows Evan won't drop him.]

[sanguinairy]

You just need to move it so that it's at midnight, right?

[YOU CAN DO IT SQUAD go on and yeet your way to victory.]

[asswipe]

That's the objective... [SO, YEAH.] Dazai's right. I think it'll be easier if you send him up there to do it.

[Once in a blue moon, the stars align and Veronica stops being mad long enough to agree with Dazai. A miracle.]

[selfinserting]

[He nods, but...]

I don’t know how far away I can be to make it work, so we should both go. You ready?

[Off to fight a clock they go!!]

[thesettingsun]

Ready whenever you are.

[he could fight this clock for breakfast

that makes no sense but it's been a long day]

[sanguinairy]

[While they're off fighting a clock, Souji will be moving to the ends of this rooftop to see if he can find any beds of flowers for their final objective... Looks like one of the buildings below has a rooftop garden!]

[asswipe]

[Aaaand, Veronica is going to join Souji!]

... Should we go ahead, or do we wait for them? [Dazai don't die again, please.]

[selfinserting]

[Meanwhile, team rocket’s blasting off again! By which I mean, Dazai and Evan are rising from the ground to reach the clock. Bye, y’all.]

...Where do we want to land?

[thesettingsun]

[Bye, see all of you later.]

With a giant clock face, there should be a big enough ledge at the bottom to land on.

[sanguinairy]

[BYE NERDS!! Souji and Veronica are off to sniff some roses. He'll glance back over toward the clock tower, though...]

...I think they should be fine. Shall we?

[TIME TO YEET DOWN.]

[asswipe]

They better be. [She sighs.

AND AWAY THEY GO.]

[selfinserting]

[Once they’re safely on the landing, Evan turns to Dazai.]

Now what...?

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai looks up. Thankfully it's gotten fairly late, but...]

As far as I can tell, the options are that you fly me up there to help me push it the old-fashioned way, or you just try to push it with wind.

[sanguinairy]

[TIME TO FIND SOME FLOWERS TO CRY OVER. Once he finds a few pots of them, he'll gesture Veronica over and then lean over them.

...But after a second:]

So we just have to cry on them?

[Actually he should have maybe been the clock yeeter WHOOPS.]

[asswipe]

Cry and... warm them up, I think? I don't know how we're going to do that last part, though. My gift's useless for that.

[They definitely should have been clock yeeters.

She rubs her eyes until they start tearing up, anyway? Which is bad, but. Whatever.]

[selfinserting]

I don’t think it’s strong enough to move the hands on it’s own. You okay to do it on your own, or you want me to come...?

[Either way, Dazai is getting lifted up again.]