OPERATOR.

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OPERATOR

Today, when Tsurumaru is in his bedroom, he will receive a message on his typewriter.

Sorry for the interruption in your routine, but your presence is required.

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 he arrives at the destination, he will find himself in a room.

The room looks to be a control area, one wall lined with machinery covered in panels and unlabeled buttons and switches; pushing or pulling them doesn't appear to do anything, however. Prominently, a number of phones are hooked up to the wall as well, with lights on or off to signify their active state.

Cetus is leaning against a different wall, but they hold up a hand in friendly acknowledgment when Tsurumaru enters.

"We don't want you gone for too long, so I'll be getting straight to the point."

They walk over to Tsurumaru and hand him a pen and a paper that reads PARTICIPATION CONTRACT: ADDENDUM.

"Read it carefully and sign it, if you would."

RULES

1. Once a week, the Operator will be required to oversee phone operations in the hotel.
2. The Operator will be given a choice between the available lines to tap into.
3. The Operator will be able to hear a conversation, the nature of which depends on the line chosen.
4. The Operator 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 LILI AN.

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

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

Comments

[preowned]

Mm... I suppose I will ask around then.

Has anyone shown you the others?

[guestservices]

I don't think I've seen them all, no.

[preowned]

[ this is why he writes this down now!!!

he just pulls out his notepad and pushes this to them first. ]

[guestservices]

[they look it over.]

... I see. I'm afraid I'm not personally familiar with everyone's handwriting, so I couldn't say one way or another.

[preowned]

[ he nods, and then switches the page to this. ]

[guestservices]

I see.

[WHAT

ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO SAY ABOUT THAT]

[preowned]

I am sorry they do not think you are the hottest.

[guestservices]

[wryly]

That's okay, I don't need to be.

[preowned]

Ha ha ha.

Anyway... does this sound like something Aquarius would do?

[guestservices]

[a beat]

Maybe. I suppose it's worth advising them to hold back on the alcohol...

[preowned]

Maybe.

[guestservices]

Well, I imagine if they did drink so much, Gemini might've scolded them, so that's probably already taken care of.

1/2

[preowned]

[preowned]

Yes. I am sure they got in trouble.

[guestservices]

... You seem rather excited by the idea.

[preowned]

It is a pretty amusing though.

[guestservices]

A pity that neither of us were able to see it, in that case.

[preowned]

Pity... okay, one more.

[ he flips the page

H (a scribble to indicate something had been blocked out)

Oh, shit, you're gonna kill me.

I'm sorry. (more scribbles) ok?

And stay alive. Please.

(more scribbles) ]

[guestservices]

[...]

I couldn't guess what the letter writer was thinking, unfortunately.

[preowned]

Or who it may be to?

[guestservices]

I would assume to a loved one of the letter writer.

[preowned]

How voyeuristic of you...

[guestservices]

[wryly]

You say that, but you're the one copying down their letters.

[preowned]

Perhaps they should not lose them then.

[guestservices]

I suppose that's something to tell them, if you ever figure out the author.