GRAVEKEEPER.

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GRAVEKEEPER

Today, when Jason is in his bedroom, he will receive a message on his typewriter.

Are we interrupting? Well, whatever. Your presence is required at the moment. Hope you aren't afraid of the dark.

Immediately after he finishes reading the message, he will feel compelled to walk into the elevator, inside which a shadowy elevator attendant appears as a guide. Once Jason arrives at the destination, he will find himself standing just beyond the iron fence of the graveyard.

It feels particularly eerie on this fine Tuesday - a low wind whistles through the graveyard, rustling trees no one can see, and the moon is shining high and bright overhead.

Standing tall and proud is Orion, holding a shovel in their hands, the spade of it touching the ground. They don't seem to have much to say, simply glancing from Jason over to their companion. With them is Aquarius, seated on top of a gravestone to be just slightly taller than Orion. They, too, have a shovel in their hands, the spade resting against their shoulder.

"Thanks for coming," Aquarius says in a tone that implies they're aware it wasn't by choice.

Orion reaches into their uniform, and pulls out a sheath of papers, and speaks.

"...You've been tasked with an additional duty. Read the contract between the lines, but - keep in mind that there will be consequences if you choose to disagree."

RULES

1. The Gravekeeper is required to keep maintenance of the graves in the graveyard.
2. On Tuesday, the Gravekeeper will select one participant to remove from the hotel to ensure a proper fit to the open graves available.
2A: The Gravekeeper may occasionally have an additional selection made for them, per the discretion of hotel staff.
3. Interference can only be done through the tools of the Gravekeeper trade. The interlopers will not be aware of your interference.
4. The interlopers will be placed into boxes Thursday evening and dealt with accordingly.
5. On Friday morning, the interlopers will be released from their boxes.
6. The Gravekeeper must make their decision as to their power by Thursday evening.
7. The Gravekeeper is not to disclose that they are performing these duties. Discussing them with anyone other than authorized Hotel Staff, including the interlopers, will be considered breach of contract and will result in the death of ROY HARPER.

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█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

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It's a shared duty.

[ they glance briefly at aquarius, and then shrug.

team knockout. anyway. ] I'm glad to hear that much, at least. Your friends were quite worried about you, as well.

[ and us. we were worried about you. you fool. ]

[unrecked]

No wonder the knot on my head was as big as it was then. Christ.

[It was good he got a taste of what he was giving everyone else, though? Honestly.] Yeah, I can see they are. [Pointedly. The friends are also here apparently.

He moves over to peer at the pancake cart, then he laughs a bit. Sorry, Orion. You also get an obnoxious hug. Well, kinda. Orion is kinda tall, so it's less bullying.]

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[ aaaaa orion definitely seizes up this time, but it feels more awkward than anything else. i will throw you the bone that orion is a good five or six centimeters taller than jason and kind of skinny.

it is, again. affection week. so after a long, long moment, they. hug him back? or they try to, at least.

they pat his back.

nailed it ]

...we're glad that you seem to be in better spirits.

[unrecked]

[Pats Yin Yu.

THE WAY THEY ACT IS SO FUNNY, but Jason doesn't seem to mind. It makes him so amused. Despite, like, the fact he normally would not be this touchy-feely himself. They all converge at not being touchy-feely people.

Except this week is hell.]

A little. This week is already starting out kind of rough.

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[ who

this week is hell. they seem to agree, patting his back. ]

...yes. Yes it is. [ poor jason and his love arrows. ] Are you still feeling... [ a beat. ] Enamored?

[unrecked]

[SIGH.

He rubs his forehead with two fingers, grimacing slightly.]

No, I ran to get rid of it as soon as I realized. After... the incident last night. But then Lup decided to come up and act like she couldn't talk. So maybe I wasted it.

[We all :clap: make bad choices here! :clap:]

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[ help ]

... Those sorts of curses do tend to leave quite the mess in their wake, don't they...

[ sympathetically. they understand. they really do. ]

[unrecked]

No kidding. Someone is really trying to make a mess of this week for whatever damn reason.

[DO THEY... understand? Do they need to talk to someone...?]

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[ No. ]

So it seems. ... maybe they're lashing out, after the week prior.

[unrecked]

[This feels like a lie sheerly because the three of them are here doing this job.]

Lashing out because... of a memories? At the rest of us? Damn. It's not like it's our fault.

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[ they will not be talking about feelings or anything. also, i will note that they ducked their head a little when they overhead the pancakes compliment. quietly pleased. ]

I don't believe most people here prescribe to the idea of fair blame. [ if you haven't noticed, ] Or, perhaps people are going stir-crazy.

[unrecked]

[orion..........your praise kink]

People losing their shit halfway to the finish line is the last thing we need in this place.

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[ stop maybe they just aren't used to having friends. ]

Unfortunately... I can't say that doesn't seem like the norm. [ orion looks into the camera like the office as it is just tuesday of what is going to be a wild week ] Not much to be done about it, though, except keeping your own head.

[unrecked]

[Orion...... Looks at... all of these fuckers and their lack of friends usually. Nods.]

Maybe easier said than done.

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[ nods ]

Perhaps. [ mm. ] ... I believe in you, though.

[unrecked]

[Oh NO, this surprises the hell out him. Visibly, it shows on his face. He's like :o at them, and then he sort of snorts in disbelief.]

Believe in me screwing up?

[It's a joke.]

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[ STOP LOOKING LIKE THAT ]

... I believe in your persistence. Hard work should pay off.

[unrecked]

[No! He’s surprised! Imagine someone not thinking he is a fuck up! Believing in him!

Jason, your also praise kink!]

It should. It does.

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[ orion is your mother now.

they nod... ]

So... just keep working hard, and we'll support you as much as we can. [ ... ] ...And, I suppose I'll keep making pancakes, too.

[unrecked]

[Mommy...

Orion truly has the Al vibes here. He makes him snort a dry laugh of disbelief.]

Thanks, I guess? [DON'T BE NICE TO HIM TCH.] The pancakes are definitely a plus.

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[ ... there's a little smile in their voice. ]

I'm glad they were up to snuff.

[unrecked]

Now I'm going to expect them every time, or I'll be sad.

[He could stand with not being so fucking obnoxious at all times.]

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[ looks at orion's canon. looks at his castmate. he's ok with obnoxious.

wryly; ] Well, I'd hate for that to happen.

[unrecked]

[HELP]

You're so easy to bully into pancakes. I can't believe my puppy-dog eyes work on you, but not on Aquarius? Weird.

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[ stop this ]

I wouldn't put too much stock in your 'puppy dog eyes'. I do happen to like cooking.