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

[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.

[unrecked]

Come on... Everyone is discrediting my puppy-dog eyes here.

[This is fair.]

Yeah? For yourself?

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Yes.

[ thinking... ]

...And my wife, as well.

[unrecked]

[....Raises both brows and tips his head down a bit to give them a look.]

Oh shit. Gotta wife?

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[ stop their shoulders hunch a little like they're embarrassed!!!!! and then they straighten again. help. ]

...Yes.

[unrecked]

[Huh....... Watching them. Cute.]

Damn, my man Orion has himself a wife. How long have you been married...?

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[ oh my god stop you can't see their face but they probably look like they want to die!!! THEY TURN AWAY!!!!

...

a little quieter, though: ]

... not long enough.

[unrecked]

[NO. STOP THIS. I don't want to hear it.

Jason has the exact expression of someone who stuck their foot in their mouth.]

Oh. [WHAT DOES HE SAY HE SUCKS] Uh, shit.

[Nailed it.]

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[ im in tears.


they reach out and pat him on the shoulder. there there. ]

Go eat some pancakes, Mr. Todd.

[unrecked]

[He points over his shoulder with a thumb.]

Yeah, I'm gonna-- I'm. Pancakes. Yeah. [This feels terrible. He reaches out and pats Orion's arm because this week is hell, why not make it worse.] Uh, sorry. About your--Yeah.

Going.

[HE RUNS AWAY FOR THE PANCAKES.]

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[ this is the funniest fucking tag in the world

orion just shakes their head, and lets out a little laugh. ]

Let me get you a plate. Do you want to talk about your choice for the week?

[unrecked]

[He is running from his shame.]

...Not sure what you want to talk about, but okay?

[No... Like Alfred. Not even letting him get his own plate.]

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[ help ]

I thought you could appreciate the change in subject.





[ (bully) ]

[unrecked]

[Expression goes deadpan, but in a deserved way.]

Yeah, okay, fair. I didn't mean-- ...Nevermind.

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[ they go to make him a plate of pancakes. it is stacked high. there is whipped cream and fresh fruit. they are delicious.

...orion hands him the plate. ]

It's alright, Mr. Todd. [ ... ] Thank you for asking.

[unrecked]

[O…Orion, these are too many pancakes. He takes the plate, though. Maybe he can try to force Aquarius to eat a single thing.

Dryly and jokingly:]

Might put myself in the grave again actually.

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[ shhh take your pancakes

anyway equally dryly: ] Perhaps you can put me in there, instead. [ you cannot ]