( THE MEDIUM )

[abhoth]

Each Tuesday morning, you will wake up with a note in your hand. The handwriting is a little on the messy side, to the point where one might wonder if it was written in the middle of an earthquake, but it remains legible. It reads: Dear Medium, I will be waiting for you at 11:00 PM, in the Lounge. The bartender will allow you inside. Do try to be on time. - The Innkeeper Should you do as the note says and swing by the Lounge at the time specified, you will find Craftly sitting by the bar. A glass of something undoubtedly expensive is held up by one tendril, and he takes a sip as you enter the room. Next to him sits another glass, untouched and clearly meant for your consumption. It's non-alcoholic — probably. You might just have to take a sip to find out. Once you've come closer, he will give you a grim smile and say: "Come take a seat, Medium." Welcome, Medium! To summarize the key aspects of what this role entails: Each week, your character will meet with Craftly to select one character from the graveyard to have a private conversation with. This private conversation will happen ICly on Wednesday. We'll help to coordinate for you and set the post up, so don't worry. The private conversation won't be censored, but sharing information gained from the graveyard with the living might not be safe. Use caution if sharing your role. Seeing as how the graveyard is super duper empty on Week 1, there won't be any choice to be made on this week. If you have any questions, shoot us a PM or a PP. We hope you enjoy your role! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation medium rulebook

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WEEK 1

[abhoth]

[This week's drink is apple cider of the non-alcoholic variety. Enjoy!]

[empireofrats]

[YESSS. She has a small, tiny sip of it once she climbs up, and finds that it's pleasing. Like apple juice, but better.]

Hi.

[abhoth]

Good evening, Emily. I hear you've been busy in the last few days.

[SO MUCH ART.]

Have you given the last fold of your brochure a good read?

[empireofrats]

Yes. [Look. All the art. LOOK, YOU GAVE THEM THE BAD ITCH.] Am I really going to talk to people who died? Do you think... I can talk to Mother too?

[abhoth]

Yes, and no. I'm afraid I'm only capable of conjuring the souls of those who have passed within this realm. Your mother, young miss, is out of our reach.

WEEK 2

[abhoth]

[Emily is getting delicious crandberry juice on this lovely evening. Yum!]

[empireofrats]

I'm here. I need to talk to the boy who came in the funny outfit. Jason.

[Well... the drink looks fucking suspicious, so Emily smells it before trying. Don't give her a glass of red shit after what happened to Hana.]

[abhoth]

Oh, my. You've already made your choice? How splendid!

[It smells like cranberry juice. Gosh.]

If this is your final choice, then I shall do as the rules state and "set the stage for you" — so to speak.

[empireofrats]

Yes. [But only because... the Breakfast Club agreed it was best.] Okay. I'm ready. [Maybe. THIS IS KIND OF WORRYING, meeting a dead person.]

Are we going to a place like the one where the man with black eyes lives?

[abhoth]

Not quite, no. But we will be entering a place from which humans are not meant to return. It is the Dark Room. The very same location your fellow residents have spoken about in hushed whispers, misunderstanding its purpose.

[Relax, Emily. You're only meeting a dead person through unknown means in a room that's meant for the consumption of human flesh. It's fine.]

I will provide you protection during your time there. The veil that separates the dead and the living is not to be tampered with, but there are... exceptions. That is why I must set the stage: to create the necessary conditions. You won't be able to speak to him until tomorrow morning.

WEEK 3

[abhoth]

[Today's drink is plain ol' grape juice.]

[empireofrats]

[Grape juice is nice, but it should be wine because she needs it.]

Hi. [Sounds kind of Tired.] I don't know who to talk to yet. They said maybe Omega, but... Vincent was the Student, and he had a notebook.

The notebook helped him, right?

[abhoth]

[Sorry, Emily. No drinking your sorrows away until you're 18.]

I would not know, young miss. The notebook was what it was, nothing more. I have no knowledge of whether it was put to good use.

[empireofrats]

[For a moment, she sits in thought.]

Did the notebook go away when Vincent died? Like how we can't see some things people have because of their roles.

[abhoth]

It did, yes. All items and weapons linked to specific roles are retired upon their owner's death. It would hardly be good etiquette to leave such things laying around, after all.

WEEK 4

[abhoth]

[There's kiwi strawberry juice today.]

[empireofrats]

[This would be the best juice if it wasn't for the fact she thought she was picking it up with rat paws.]

I want to talk to Dave this time.

[abhoth]

[Sorry that the night terrors, Emily?? Maybe... she can put nail polish on her rat claws.]

Ah, as expected. I'm rather surprise you did not attempt to contact him last week, after his... abrupt passing away.

[empireofrats]

[It's fine. She's slowly turning into a rat IT'S FINE. She'll just be a nicely manicured rat.]

I know... But I already told everyone I was talking to Omega. And they wanted to know what she knew.

And... I needed to ask Dirk what he wanted me to tell Dave. Because he was upset. And Omega said she and Dave would find out what they could. Maybe he will know more this time because he's smart.

[abhoth]

I understand, young miss. The lot of you have been quite busy recently, have you not? I can only hope the information you obtain satisfies you. Though, a word of advice: The walls have eyes, as I'm sure you undoubtedly know.

WEEK 5

[abhoth]

[Today, Emily gets pineapple juice.]

[empireofrats]

[Tart like how her soul feels right now. She isn't looking too Good. THANKS, CTHULHU.]

I want to speak to Dave again.

Also--Dave said you gave him the picture of his sister, Rose. Can I have a picture too? One of Corvo.

[abhoth]

Oh? Cannot say I'm surprised at your choice. Though, I'm curious. You're not interested in speaking with our other deceased?

[Either way, the bartender slides her a request card.]

Complete the document and the photograph will be yours in the morning, young miss.

[empireofrats]

Maybe the Great Demon Slayer... L'arachel, but... that's okay. I can talk to her next week if I need to. [:')] I think Dave can talk to the others too.

[She scribbles out, "A picture of Corvo, please." A+ rating because she got good drinks whenever she was here.] I thought I was going to turn into a rat.

I had paws, and then I had whiskers, and then I had a tail.

Is that what happened to you too? Mine went away... but I thought we would match. You would have tentacles, and I would have paws.

[abhoth]

Very well. While I admit I have little knowledge of the happenings of the great beyond, I trust your departed friends to confer with one another.

[The faceless man takes the card and gives her butterscotch candy in return for the great rating. Bless you, Emily.]

Not quite, Emily. My appearance is the result of... a different affliction. What you and your friends experienced was but an illusion of this world, crafted to toy with your senses until you are made to spill blood. It's in rather bad taste, but it is what it is.