abhoth | ( THE MEDIUM )

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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Oh. Okay. Like the man with black eyes? He gets mad if you try to talk about the places they take the whales, the slaughterhouses. And he gets mad about the Overseers, too. They say he's not very nice and he's bad, so he gets upset.

Maybe I can draw them a picture and put it on the refrigerator. Do you know what they look like?

Yes, perhaps. But this brand of fickleness — it sparks from a much crueler nature. They delight in the suffering of men, regardless of whether they are wicked or not.

But if you truly desire to draw them a picture? Let the sun be your inspiration, young miss. That is all I can say on that matter.

[Welp. The (unsure)s really were necessary.] Oh. They're like a not nice Emperor. [yikes]

The sun? Okay. I'll put the picture on the refrigerator. Are they nice to you? Do you like them? If you do a good job, do they give you things?

I'm afraid they and I are not on friendly terms, no. But I was given a choice. And now, it is my duty to serve them.

[A beat, and he takes a long sip from his drink.]

... It is my sincerest wish that you are not offered the same choice, miss.

[Depending on what Crafty thinks of Emily, it may or may not be surprising that she frowns. Almost like she feels bad for him.] That means I would have to do what you do?

[She's quiet for a short time, thinking.] Someone is going to die and turn into a ghost. And then we have to find out who did it, and then we have to kill them as punishment. But... we won't know until we punish them first. [DAT'S FUCKED UP.] Except if someone with a special role can tell.

But what if everyone "votes" for you instead? Does that mean you will be gone and someone else will have to do what you do?

[Please don't feel bad for Cthulhu's butler, Emily.]

If everyone casts their vote against me on that day, then no one will replace me. I will be gone, and I will be unable to continue providing aid to you during your stay at the Innsmouth Motel. Similarly, I will be unable to set the stage so you may speak to the dead, Emily.

My death will not put a stop to the events that will soon take place. Believe I am telling you the truth when I say it will only make this ordeal more difficult for you.

[SHE FEELS BAD, THO. HE PUT HER DRAWING ON THE FRIDGE!!! IT WAS NICE.]

Okay. I'll make sure no one votes for you. Then you won't have to go away.

( THE MEDIUM )

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