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]

Not unless you can make it worth something.

[evocationary]

It's worth enough to get Park Place. How could you pass up Park Place.

[guestservices]

I don't remember a thing about Monopoly so I'm just going to assume that's one of the blue ones.

[evocationary]

It's definitely a color.

[she doesn't remember either tbh] ... What happens to you when this is over? Like, when the eight weeks is up.

[guestservices]

This might be anti-climatic to you, but "go back home" is the answer.

[evocationary]

... Nah, I don't think it's anti-climatic. I think it's a pretty sweet deal.

That's what I was promised. I was supposed to go back home, too, at the station. [...] Guess your boss keeps his promises better than mine.

[guestservices]

[...]

Your boss was a demented voyeur furby. Somehow, that doesn't shock me.

[evocationary]

I guess you can't really expect a furby to keep a deal, huh! You're right.

[she sorts through her keys.] I hope you do get to go home. And that you get what you wanted out of this. Sincerely, that's not, uh, that's not me being passive-aggressive.

[guestservices]

[.............]

You too, I guess.

[said in the awkward tone of someone who does not generally receive well wishes and has no idea what to do with them.]

[evocationary]

Almost there.

I just have to make it to the end.

[guestservices]

Yup.

Just gotta make sure not to die, whether it's by someone's hands or because of the hotel acting up. If you've maxed out your level cap, it'd be pretty anti-climatic to die just because you stepped through a hall door and it accidentally dropped you onto a sword in the armory, or whatever.

[evocationary]

[snortlaughs]

Is - that a possibility? Holy shit. How embarrassing!

[guestservices]

[they shrug, their tone dry.]

Hey, there are more embarrassing ways to die, probably. Hotel's being pretty weird this week, so you never know what it might do.

[evocationary]

Yeah, do you know why that is, by the way? The shadows are freaking me out.

[guestservices]

The hotel... [they make a vague gesture] ... does its own thing, sometimes. You're a mage, right? Kind of like if you cast a fire spell, and then the resulting flames proceeded to set more stuff on fire that you didn't mean to. The spell did everything it was supposed to and it's not like it's acting on a mind of its own, but you're also not managing everything it does after the initial casting, so...

[evocationary]

I guess that makes sense. Fire spreads. The station sort of did that too, just a... domino effect.

[hm.] Is that like, something we should be worried about?

[guestservices]

It's not a good or bad thing, exactly. It just is what it is, so it depends on what you want to make of it.