( 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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[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.

[empireofrats]

Okay. [But Vincent will still know what was written there, or what the notebook was used for... if anything. Welp.]Omega might not know. Even if it was the Ghost. Because Jason didn't remember.

But... if she hurt herself, then she might know. Maybe it was before the Ghost could use its special powers.

Can you see the Ghost before?

[abhoth]

The Ghost is made but of flesh and bone, just as you. However — I am sworn to secrecy. I am not allowed to reveal the details you ask for, Emily.

The dead, fortunately, have no such limitations. They will reveal what they know, should they possess the knowledge you seek.

[empireofrats]

So the Ghost is like... being It. They aren't a real ghost.

But the people who are dead... they are real ghosts? [So maybe the ghosts can "see" things.] Okay.

I think I will talk to Omega.

[abhoth]

Correct. Ghost and Medium, they are both titles that have been bestowed upon the two of you.

[And after guzzling down his own drink, which happens to be a margarita—]

Very well. As last time, I shall set the stage so you may speak to Miss Omega.

[empireofrats]

Okay. Um.

[She pauses as if she's trying to think of how to ask maybe.] The bowl in the lobby... The bowl with the teeth.

Is it like the bowl in the Dark Room? Can I take it into the Dark Room and talk to someone not alive?

[abhoth]

I'm afraid not, Miss Emily. For you see— [And he lowers his voice, into a stage whisper.] Those teeth belong to the living. You can hardly summon the souls of those who have yet to check out.

[empireofrats]

[Oh.

Oh.] So someone really doesn't have any teeth? But... Jay said no one was missing any...