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]

That's true, you've done a pretty good job of expressing how much you hate me without facial expressions this whole time.

[...] Hey, do you know anything about the hangman thing, out of curiosity? The little uh, the thing Emet-Selch got from his adventure. As far as I can tell nobody else has really gotten anything like that.

[guestservices]

What did last week's groups get, then?

[evocationary]

Uhhh. I don't know, they didn't tell me, I guess. [squints.] I guess I would've expected them to mention it, but that's fair, I was more focused on uh, on trying to make sure they didn't die.

[guestservices]

Fair, but you should probably figure that out before we settle on any conclusions about what people have and haven't gotten.

[evocationary]

I'll ask them again, or just... network, I guess. [she thinks about that for a second...

are we allowed to memshare with npcs also asking for a friend "do this in not your role post" i'm lazy]

[guestservices]

Shouldn't that be what you're good at?

[you may memshare]

[evocationary]

Theoretically.

[anyway throws stardust you get this one.]

-- No! Fuck! Not again! Not these!

[guestservices]

[







well then]

... That was unexpected.

[evocationary]

Auuugghhghhhhh. [melts into the couch]

This is the worst. You probably at least already knew that one, but. God.

[guestservices]

[they shrug.]

Undead stuff is beyond my scope.

[so, like. what the fuck anyway.]

[evocationary]

Yeah, it's kind of the opposite of you. [a beat.] I'm living right now. Technically. I have an actual body.

[guestservices]

[they pause.]

... Right. Congrats...?

[evocationary]

Thanks, I think. [...] Anyway.

This is going to be an annoying week, huh.

[guestservices]

Probably, yeah. Good luck.

[evocationary]

[she goes through her choices, and then:]

Oh. Question, can I tell my choice that I work with you?

[guestservices]

[...]

Hm... no. Keep quiet on that part.