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

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

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.]

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.

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?

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.

Oh... Dirk has gone into the Dark Room. [She remembers that much at least, aside from how sketchy it feels to be near it in general. Goosebumps, a tight chest, cold and damp.] Okay. I'll be ready tomorrow morning.

Is there something scary in the Dark Room? Dirk drew us a picture.

Yes, young miss. Monstrous things. A cavern of horrors, as is expected of a place so closely related to the one who presides this terrible game. It is where the veil that separates you from our dearly departed is the weakest.

[And he takes a long sip from his own drink, frowning.]

I would advise Dirk to stay away from the Dark Room, lest he meet an unfortunate end. [You know, just saying.] One of my men will fetch you first thing in the morning, at 6:00 AM. Your roommate will remain soundly asleep.

( THE MEDIUM )

WEEK 2

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