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

[evocationary]

[snortlaughs.]

Man, when I said I was gonna crack that nut, I really didn't think - anyway. [a long pause.] Any suggestions?

[guestservices]

... It's your choice to make. You can talk through your ideas with me, but I'm not meant to influence you.

[evocationary]

[she tilts her head back.]

Jason needs to be one of them. Probably the Sunday one, just in case.

[guestservices]

Getting ready in case he murders someone?

[evocationary]

That, or he gets picked because we can't find a murderer. We always pick the biggest asshole in the room after all.

[guestservices]

[a snort]

I can picture that. Just remember you've got to pick another Sunday person to throw into the potential protection pool with him, and no guarantee on who's going to get the luck of the draw. Any other assholes you're thinking of?

[evocationary]

Yeah, Harrow.

[be nice]

Wait, question - can I pick the same person every week? Not saying I'm going to, but like, this is not a one and done thing where I pick Jason and then I can't pick him again, right?

[guestservices]

Oh, Miss Self-Proclaimed No People Skills?

[they seem to be thinking over this.]

You can have one repeat in each group. So if you picked Jason and Harrow this week, you could pick Jason or Harrow again later, but not both of them at the same time for Sunday protection.

[evocationary]

Yeah, that's the one. Maybe I'll just... wait on her, though.

[a little sigh. she's all tense, so she sits up again and tries to roll it out of her shoulders.]

Gotcha, though. Okay. Um. Jason at least should be this week for Sunday... [she chews her lip.] I think, um. Molly and Cloud, for Thursday.

[she doesn't have a reason for this other than she just wants to protect them.]

[guestservices]

[they shrug, although their tone isn't as flippant.]

Thursday is pretty much a guessing game, so pick whoever you want. The outcome will be what the outcome will be.

[evocationary]

Yeah. It's more just the people... [that she doesn't want to lose, but. she doesn't finish her sentence because she's pretty sure lepus Does Not Care.]

Fuck, who is going to do a murder. [she mutters, grouchily.] Yoo Joonghyuk seems like he'd have murder hands.

[guestservices]

He does seem like an edgelord.

[evocationary]

[PPFHHTHT. she chokes on a giggle.]

That's because he is!

[guestservices]

Guess moral guardians were right after all about video games promoting violence...

[evocationary]

Hate that!

[a pause.]

Actually, another question! Can I pick myself?

[guestservices]

Sure, if you want.

[evocationary]

Neato. I do a murder and there's a 50/50 shot that I don't get got.

[she says this so flippantly, but she also coughs a bit, and then just - tosses the flowers over her shoulder into the void goodbye.]

There's some people that I think would try and kill, but uh. I don't really care about saving those ones so much? That's the kicker.

[guestservices]

[lepus is not cleaning up after lup so those flowers will just be here forever now.]

Makes enough sense, I guess.

[evocationary]

Not that I'm not all about saving everybody, it's just. Y'know. That Marie chick makes me uncomfortable.

[huff.] Dimitri might. Clementine might.

... Maybe I'll go with Dimitri. Every time I talk to him it's like he's about to snap in two.

[guestservices]

Can you blame him?

[evocationary]

No. It's definitely a mood.

[she's staring down at the paper, which she probably still needs to sign.] I really need to stop signing contracts I can't read.

Are there other jobs like this? I know Emet-Selch told me about how his game had a bunch.

[guestservices]

You probably do.

[they shrug.]

Who knows?

[evocationary]

Ugh. Can you be like, a little less of an asshat? Just asking. Just a scooch. A small bit, while I am suffering.

[makes a face at them.] Do I at least get to see your face?

[guestservices]

No. Perish.

[evocationary]

[if she balls up the paper and throws it at them out of instinct what happens]