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]

If you need me to lift you up, I can, I don’t even have to touch you!

[while they relive escape from monkey island.]

[vigilantics]

Sure! Just-- look at the map!

[ WHERE ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE RUNNING TO ]

[selfinserting]

[In a moment, Stephanie will find herself lifted off the ground by a strong gust of wind, floating alongside him as he sprints.]

Not far!

[In fact, he sees the X on the ground within a few minutes. But, um.]

...We don’t have a shovel.

[TIME TO DIG WITH THEIR HANDS he’s starting immediately!!]

[vigilantics]

[ .... this entire thread is so cursed.

but steph will!! start digging too!! ]

Why.

[selfinserting]

I should have grabbed some of the wood or something... Sorry, Steph.

[It’s fine though, they’ll just keep digging!!

...And then fall through into an underground cavern, as one does.]

What—?!

[Luckily, before they can hit the ground, they’re being suspended by air.]

[vigilantics]

Whoa!

[ thank god for evan's powers. steph's is so useless for adventuring. ]

Evan, I love you.

[selfinserting]

[He goes a little red as they drift to the ground, looking around at the cavern.]

T-Thanks. I, um, I love you too. [But...] We just have to look around, right? Until we find the chest.

[vigilantics]

Yeah. Hopefully this won't be too hard.

[ they're already covered in dirt and blood, so. it truly cannot get any worse. ]

[selfinserting]

Yeah. Let’s, let’s not split up just in case, though. I don’t trust this.

[But he’s moving to look around regardless, frowning.]

I don’t see anything yet. You?

[vigilantics]

No, nothing yet...

[ and after what is probably a long while of searching: ]

Wait, Evan. Look over there.

[selfinserting]

[He looks where she’s indicating, blinking.]

What is it...?

[vigilantics]

[ it's tucked into the shadows, but once they get closer-- chest! ]

Finally.

[selfinserting]

[With a relieved expression, he heads towards it, noticing a small exit in the cavern wall behind it. He bends to pick it up.]

Got it.

[vigilantics]

Okay, let's get out of here.

[ ... ]

We need showers.

[ alas, they are still stuck in trial, so. ]

[selfinserting]

...Yeah, this is. This is not great. I-I can’t believe we did this.

[vigilantics]

Neither can I.

[ steph's life is normally wild, but this is the first time she has cut off a pirate's hand.

still. speaking of, she will loop her arm through evan's. ]

[selfinserting]

[They can’t make contact, but he mirrors the gesture anyways... Just as they get pulled back to the other space, covered in blood and dirt. This is fine.]