VALET.

[guestservices]

VALET

Today, when Lup is in her bedroom, she will receive a message on her typewriter.

Dear esteemed guest, congratulations on winning our raffle. The grand prize: a way out of this place.
No, not really. As if you'd be that lucky. Hope you're not afraid of heights.

Immediately after she finishes reading the message, a trap door opens underneath her, plunging her into the darkness. When she wakes up at the bottom (?), bones miraculously not broken, she will find herself in a room.

It's a room that she won't have seen before, small and dimly lit. Its appearance is utterly generic, almost empty save for the sofa chair Lup landed in, a coffee table; a lantern on said table along with a box of office supplies and YOU TRIED stickers; a box of keys; and a sofa chair across from her on the other side.

Lepus is lounging on the latter chair, the very picture of casual. They glance over at her.

"Congrats on not dying. This is going to suck for you, so let's get it over with."

They push the box of keys over at Lup, which will allow her to see that each key has the name of a guest at the hotel. Furthermore, Lepus tosses over a paper at her. It reads PARTICIPATION CONTRACT: ADDENDUM.

"Go ahead and sign it. You don't have much of a choice here, after all."

RULES

1. Once a week, the Valet will be called on to carry out duties on behalf of the other guests.
2. They will be able to do both of the following:

2A. Choose the keys of two possible targets. One of them will, at RANDOM, be selected; the Valet will not be informed of which one, though they may be able to determine once the relevant day has passed. If the selected target is targeted for death on Thursday night, they will be granted life at a later time.

2B. Choose the keys of two possible targets. One of them will, at RANDOM, be selected; the Valet will not be informed of which one, though they may be able to determine once the relevant day has passed. If the selected target is voted at trial to be executed, they will be granted life at a later time.

3. Note that these keys are replicas, cannot be removed from the room, and will not grant the Valet actual access to the guests' rooms.
4. The Valet is not to disclose that they are performing these duties. Discussing them with anyone other than authorized Hotel Staff will be considered breach of contract and will result in the death of MILES EDGEWORTH.

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

Comments

[guestservices]

[they'll let her think what she wants.]

You can try yelling at the ceiling if you want—don't actually do that in here—but no, there's no channel for you to request an audience with them.

[evocationary]

Think they'd ever answer if I tried?

[guestservices]

No.

[evocationary]

Not even if I bribe them? [a beat.] What dirt do they have on you, anyway?

[guestservices]

Iiiii'm not at liberty to discuss the details of my employment.

[evocationary]

So that's a yes, they do have dirt on you. Or a hostage. That'd make the most sense.

[guestservices]

Think whatever you'd like. Is it really shocking to think that some people pick up a job to pay the bills?

[evocationary]

Pay the - you pay the bills with an otherworldly murder hotel? [HELLO] Okay. Sure. Sure!

[she huffs, and starts going through the keys.]

... I don't get why we're allowed to do this if you're not on our side.

[guestservices]

[there's a bark of laughter, though mirthless, before they shake their head.]

People have paid the bills with worse.

Anyway, that's something you can ponder, along with deciding your picks for the week.

[evocationary]

[lepus please]

I don't even know who to pick this week. I feel like I struck it so fucking lucky. [stares down at the keys...] You said I can do repeats?

[is she considering trying to put cloud's name down again because the fucking hotel seems to have it out for him? maybe.]

[guestservices]

As long as you don't put down the exact same combo you did last week.

[evocationary]

[nodding...]

What are the odds. [she grumbles to herself.] God, this is so fucking hard. I don't know.

... Well, actually. I might put Emet-Selch on the Sunday list.

[guestservices]

Whatever happens, happens. [simply.] You're not responsible for what others do, so make your choice and don't look back.

[they cross their arms.]

Think he's going to kill?

[evocationary]

I wouldn't be surprised. He's being an idiot about his hostage.

[a beat.]

Well, let me rephrase that. He's going about it in a stupid way. He's got problems with thinking people are real people and not like, lesser beings, except for his boyfriend who apparently gets a pass. Which drives me up the ding-dang wall.

[guestservices]

[something in lepus's posture tenses just slightly, in contrast to their deadpan tone:]

This is why you can't trust tall people.

[anyway]

It's easy to kill if you just don't think of your targets as people.

[evocationary]

[that first bit startles a laugh out of her, which she tries to muffle.

as for the rest...]

Yeah. You're right. [she pinches the bridge of her nose and massages at it.] It's something I'm working on with him. Plus, uh, if he gets caught it'd be immediately fucking obvious because he's forty feet tall.

Can both people survive the executions? Like, uh, if I pick one correctly and they're saved, the other person doesn't have to die, right?

[guestservices]

If you pick correctly, then whoever's facing them doesn't suddenly get slated for death, no.

[evocationary]

Okay, good. [this is nice, actually, it makes her feel a little better about what she's doing here.]

Umm. Fuck. How is this harder the second week. Okay, I just have to pick and go.

[guestservices]

... Like I said before, it's largely a guessing game. [quietly] Unless you know about any murder plans, agonizing over it is only going to hurt you.

[evocationary]

Yeah. I know.

[she says, after a moment, rubbing her face. her hair is turning a weird texture, almost lavalike, as she stares at the keys, and when she reaches to pick one of the keys up, her arm is just like, a shadowy bone. she grimaces at it.]

I need to figure out how to press people on if they're going to murder or not without looking super shady. Not that it matters, I guess, if the shadow shit just makes people do it anyway.

[guestservices]

[lepus doesn't have any reaction to the bone arm, at least.]

Well, you're already a nosy loudmouth, so you have that going, at least.

[evocationary]

[lepus is a skeleton...

anyway SNORTS. okay, this one makes her laugh.]

I sure am! Thanks.

[guestservices]

Of course that's a compliment to you...

[hmph!! :T ]