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.

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

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

Comments

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[hey!!!]

What makes you so sure I can teleport through dirt?

[unrecked]

I think you can do a lot of shit actually. Like teleport through the dirt. Probably straight down to the other side you go so far.

[He's teasing.]

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[there's just. silence.

hm. ]

Haha. That'd be weird right?

[unrecked]

[DON'T JUST BE SILENT AFTER THAT. He sort of Looks at them.]

Yeah. It'd be kind of weird.

[Said in the way where it's not weird so much as he can tell they are, you know, not saying stuff on purpose.]

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[STOP LOOKING.]

Anyway. [that's something else they can talk about Not Now.]

You just have to make the pick for one more week. After that, you're done. Contract's over.

[unrecked]

[Yeah, he's looking. Skeleton shadow king.]

Damn does it suck to have a temp job through a third party. They really treat you like an intern. Paying you shit then firing you at the end because they don't want to spend the money.

[Please shut up.]

Do I have to do an exit evaluation?

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Amazing that you think you're getting paid at all. [STOP LOOKING AND ALSO SHUT UP.] Well, I guess Orion's paying you in food. That probably counts.

[but they think.]

You can give us a rating on our performance as your supervisors when it's over if you really want.

[unrecked]

I think the point was I'm griping about not getting paid. [WHERE IS HIS PAYMENT!!] I'll settle with the food. For now. Maybe.

[He looks thoughtful for a minute.]

Oh really? Promise?

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Food is as good as you're gonna get, so. [shrug!] But...sure. Why not? Do your worst.

[unrecked]

[DON'T SHRUG.]

Alright, I will then. Warning you, though, I'm a real tough critic.

[He won't be.]

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You can't be any more harsh than my last employer, Jay. Or my last coworkers.

[all things considered.]

[unrecked]

Hey. We've got something in common! So were mine.

[THEY AREN'T QUITE THAT BAD, shut up.]

[guestservices]

[there's a snort.]

Ever consider changing careers?

[unrecked]

Once or twice maybe.

[He will be honest.]

Hard to quit the habit.

[guestservices]

Stick with what you're good at and all?

[unrecked]

[Dryly:] Yeah, I'm great at killing. [He knows what they mean, okay.]

I don't think there's... any other place I'd really fit, you know? You think Jason Todd is going to put on a suit and run a normal nine-to-five? Does that sound like me at all?

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[kicks some dirt :|]

...I think you'd be more likely to beat up somebody who worked a nine-to-five than do it yourself, so good point. Neither of us are really suited for conventional jobs anyway.