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

[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.

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.

[Why you gotta be this way, Crafty.]

You mean like Dipper's telescope? It can see through walls. [She pauses thoughtfully.] Do you know who "Mother" is? Does she have a special telescope too?

[bc he's gotta

but also— holds up a hand.]

Hush, now. Let us not speak her name. It brings bad luck upon all who allow it to pass through their lips A god has no need for a telescope to know what happens behind locked doors.

( THE MEDIUM )

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