( THE TEACHER )

[abhoth]

It is midnight on Tuesday when you find yourself suddenly awake. Your roommate, should they still be alive, is blissfully asleep as your body moves on its own and heads to the outdoor pool and dining area. The smell of cooked meat invades your senses as you approach, and once you are close enough, you'll find Craftly enjoying a beautifully prepared meal. Across from him, another identical plate sits, waiting for you to dig in. Craftly raises his cup, filled to the brim with wine, and beckons you to sit down. "Greetings, Teacher." It seems like it is finally time for the two of you to have a conversation. Welcome, Teacher! As you must know by now, your character has the chance to either protect one (1) character or hang them out to dry. This is an either/or situation, so you can only pick one no matter how much your character may want to do otherwise. To summarize the key aspects from this role's rulebook: Your character must pick one person each week, though the effect will kick in during the following week. They will not be counted as a culprit or accomplice if someone who is made vulnerable dies, but they will be rewarded with a Clue Token. Similarly, they will receive one Clue Token if the person they protected that week is targeted by any other resident. Good job, Teacher! New top levels will be created in this post for each passing week. We hope you have fun with your role! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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WEEK 1

[abhoth]

[This week's dish consists of a deliciously cooked steak with squash gratin on the side. Bon appetit.]

[godly]

[The question of how and where he going to be on Tuesday is answered, quite pointedly, with how his feet move on their own. Towards the outdoor pool, towards the dining area. Something cooking wafts in his direction, catching in his nose. Steak, his mind clarifies on its own, an automatic, idle thought.

Light slides into his seat, eyebrow raised. Something settles into his features, a seriousness that had been otherwise exempt while in the company of others. The plate before him is eyed briefly, and while his stomach dictates that he indulge himself in it, his mind corrects this impulse. For now.]

The part of "teacher" is a very interesting one, you know. Choosing, at my whim, whose life to make more difficult. Or less so.

[Not even a greeting. Only a hand at the table, fingers rapping at the surface.]

Why me?

[abhoth]

Why not? [ There's a passive shrug as Craftly samples his own meal. The twist of tentacles grasping to cutlery is that of a master — he's seemingly human and requires a lavish meal, much like anyone else it seems. ] If you plan to ask such questions, perhaps I should have provided some macaroni and cheese. Very childish.

[ But... ]

You have a duty here, Mister Yagami. It's up to you which path you take. You're use to such power, yes?

[godly]

Tch.

[He hackles threaten to rise at the prodding at his pride. Childish? Please. It was only natural to ask such a question, to see if there were expectations of him that remained unclear. He frowns, unimpressed.]

Don't patronize me.

[His fingers stop, though, at the admission of being used to such power. The implication that Craftly knew of his... inclinations back home was not completely surprising. His profile card, with a skill listed as murder, hinted at this days prior.

Fine, no point in playing coy.]

Yes. But my power back home is absolute. Death is guaranteed. And while I'm allowed creativity in that, this is a bit more subtle. It's early yet. My choice today will be nothing more than an experiment -- no underlying motivations, no good will or bad will. Just a test.

You're fine with that?

[abhoth]

Then don't assume I'm giving you all special treatment. Roles are roles. You were lucky.

[ He says that with utter sincerity, almost bitterness in his tone. ]

Just as we can't predict how well our orchards will do in the upcoming season, we can't predict how your choice will influence this whole ordeal. Only you will be aware of what the next week could bring.

[ A thought chew, he stops — almost energetically as he dabs his mouth with his napkin. ]

Mmph — yes, yes, of course! I'm not asking you to jump in without your reservations. Test all you want, Mister Yagami.

WEEK 2

[abhoth]

[This week's dish is lemony shrimp along with a simple risotto on the side.]

[godly]

[As was the case last week, Light appears -- not that he has much choice in the matter. And just like last time, he slides into his seat, eying the plate. A lot's happened since then and now. He's had time to consider his options, though it's difficult, given he hasn't seen the results of his last "pick" just yet. The experiment, as it were, is still on-going.

He picks up his utensils, skewering a shrimp.]

Apples for my menu listing? Really?

[He's referring to that rather on-the-nose role description, ok. He'll get to business after that.]

[abhoth]

What? I thought it was cute.

[ Craftly says with a heavy sigh. Some people truly don't admire his hard work!!! ]

If you're unsatisfied, perhaps you can ask someone to switch with you.

[godly]

Cute? You haven't done your research, then, if you think I'm the one who has an obsession with apples.

[His mind flickers to Ryuk again. He'd find this entire situation so hilarious, and it's weird not to hear the laughing of the shinigami rumbling behind him, over his shoulder.]

I don't need to switch. Is that even an option? [He hadn't even realized it was possible to do so? Unless Craftly is just fucking with him.] I just thought I'd point out that your sense of humor leaves something to be desired.

[abhoth]

[ Craftly is absolutely fucking with him. Please love his word play. :( ]

Perhaps you should leave that on a ratings card. If I'm being a terrible host, it's in my right to want to improve. Tell me, shall I begin making jokes of the deep fried nature? Perhaps how hope is being dangled on a string? I can be very funny if given the chance, Mister Yagami.

[ Craftly has a deep growl to his voice, mainly due to how tiring the week is already. ]

WEEK 3

[abhoth]

[Today's dish is a bœuf bourguignon with roasted potatoes.]

[godly]

[And here's Light again, sliding into his seat. There's a furrowed look on his features, frowning slightly. Things Have Changed, and while perhaps it's for the better -- well, a part of him can't deny that he's far more used to instigating death than protecting people from it.

He crosses his arms, not touching his food just yet.]

...If someone's protected from danger, exactly how does this manifest?

[Hi Craftly-san.]

[abhoth]

Oh? You're in a curious mood then.

[ He's enjoying his roasted potatoes but mostly his wine. Let him live. ]

Just like with Akane, I can't disclose much. However, it is of the inner workings of the game that what the rule states, will be reality. Whomever you choose will avoid a terrible fate, don't sully yourself with the details.

[godly]

[He leans back in his chair, clicking his tongue.]

I just want to know if this will be an observable change, or merely strengthen someone's mental fortitude. And if it can be... reversed, with a simple dip in a pool.

[Pointed look at Craftly and his wine glass. Wino.]

Or can you not tell me that, either?

[abhoth]

No. It won't be something like that — no dramatics with overcoming the odds and fighting off their attacker with every fiber of their being. I shall not ruin the surprise, but there are means that I ensure any attempts for a kill will be stopped by my staff.

[ He nods, clanking his fork and knife against the plate as he cuts into his meal. ]

Does that suffice?

WEEK 4

[abhoth]

[Today's dish is filet mignon with spinach gratin.]

[godly]

[And here's Light, once again taking his seat.

He's smiling today. (Despite the stupid night terror teeth on his arm, which he's trying very hard to ignore okay.)]

Craftly-san.

[abhoth]

[ He chews thoughtfully. ]

Yes? Have you already made a choice?

[godly]

I have. Last week's development worked in my favor, as I had hoped it might. I've learned of many things that I wasn't aware of until recently.

[Filet mignon this time. How nice. A minute while Light cuts into it.]

So, then. You want a name, don't you? [Straight to business this time.] Girge Albatross. I choose to lower his GPA.

[He can't say that he isn't a bit... glad at this choice, either. He had found the man annoying.]

[abhoth]

That's the [ TENTAFINGIE AIRQUOTE ] "thrill" of the game. Alliances, betrayals, surges of information that twists the very core of your strategy...

[ He sighs, as if recalling so fondly a personal experience. He sets his silverware down. ]

Mm. It seems as if Girge has not made many friends if he has earned your scorn. What happened, Mister Yagami, not satisfied with the protection route?

WEEK 5

[abhoth]

[It's warmed up clam chowder from a can because someone blew up the kitchen.]

[godly]

[What the hell kind of downgrade is this.

Light looks up from his chowder to Craftly.]

Not the level of quality I've come to expect, Craftly-san.

[abhoth]

I work with what is available to me. Perhaps you can find the fool who ruined my kitchen and give them a good stab for me, hm?

[ NOT BITTER. ]

Have you even had a moment to think your choice through for this week?

LAFFO

[godly]

[He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms.]

If I could, without getting caught of course, I would. Just for you, and the state of my hunger.

[A sigh. He's been sighing a lot lately. Light's frustration with a lot of how things have been going lately is evident on his features.]

I've had time, yes. Despite how unsatisfactory this entire situation seems to be unravelling to be. Would it be surprising for you to know that I intend to protect someone this time? [For a second time. How quaint.]

[abhoth]

[ He'll slide some butterscotch candy from his pocket across the table. Sorry bro, he misses his steak too. ]

Oh? You're a conundrum that undoubtedly adds such a spiciness to this game. My employers must be thrilled.

[ A pause. He's not eating :/ ]

Whom?