PROFESSORS RULEBOOK

[cluedin]

PROFESSORS

It's an ordinary Tuesday. Whether you rose with the sun or enjoyed a little lie in, the day proceeds as it has just like the days before it. However, sometime in the early afternoon you soon feel an increasing sense of curiosity that compels you to open the nearest door. No matter where you are, this door leads you to a small, cozy office. The fireplace crackles, soft lights illuminate the furniture around the room, and the three members of Master Blue's staff immediately rise to their feet.

"Greetings, Professor!"

ROLE INFORMATION

Every Tuesday, Professors will be allowed to choose one guest to learn of their whereabouts and ongoings in the mansion. The Professors must agree on who this person is, as they are only allowed one choice per week. Once the Professors have selected a pick, the staff will provide them with a list of guests their pick has spoken with in the past week, locations they have visited, and other relevant information.

Professors will also be able to send one anonymous message to one guest in the game per week. This person may not be the same as their other pick, and the Professors do not have to agree on a recipient. Should a note not be sent that week, the opportunity will be lost.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

The Professors will be allowed to ask questions about the ongoings of the mansion. They will also be able to receive small hints should they perform well, including game mechanics, locations and more. However, the staff have final say as to what information is shared. Be sure to pick your questions wisely!

While teamwork is encouraged, it's not required. That decision is up to you.

Comments

[miscakes]

Good afternoon, Plum-san. I see you're looking as bright as ever.

[HEWWO, BUNNYWORTH...]

Could you please explain why we're here? I'm afraid Mammon-san and I are at a loss.

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[ she curtsies in greeting ]

Of course, sir. The both of you have been chosen personally by the Master to help in the... situation the guests have found themselves in.

[ "situation" and "found themselves" seems not quite the right words for this, but listen, at least she's answering? ]

[miscakes]

Oh? You make it sound as if none of this was intentional. Do you mean to imply the situation has spiraled out of your employer's control?

[Those are absolutely not the right words for this and it has, unfortunately, activated his pettiness.]

[cluedin]

Control... Yes, I suppose so.

[ that is said. very casually? anyway; ]

We believe it likely that the oddity that occurred with Miss [ she pauses, takes out a piece of paper and puts it back in her pocket ] Nikki will happen again. As well, it is not out of the question for regular guests to attack each other as tensions rise. We are hoping to give you some aid so that you may catch these people.

[miscakes]

[Just the most ???? BAFFLED look because he wasn't expecting her to admit it so casually.]

If it's as you say and your master has lost control of the situation, I hope they understand I'll expect reparations by the end of this ordeal.

[Binch.]

... Regardless, I'll gladly offer my services for the sake of the others. What will be expected from us once we've identified one of them?

[cluedin]

[ she shrugs ]

Of course, sir. As well, you may request more from the house staff as thanks for your aid in this matter during your stay.

[ get! more! shit! anyway, she actively thinks of that last one... ]

I believe we will leave that to your discretion, sir. Any information you learn here is yours to do with as you wish. Though we would advise you refrain from detailing how you came across it.

[miscakes]

Ah, then I have to ask. Is there a limit to what I may request?

[He will accept! more! shit! But also... Hm. He nods, tapping his chin with his now very gross, very leech bite covered left hand. Ew.]

No need to worry on my account. I know what it means to be discreet. ["Oh his account" IT'S ANOTHER STORY ENTIRELY FOR MAMMON...] But in that case... Is death the only way to stop anyone who's affected by the same oddity as Nikki-san?

[cluedin]

Possibly, though until we know what you are requesting, we won't know whether we can provide it for you or not. We will do our best regardless.

[ she squints at the leech bite but doesn't say. anything. ]

We are looking into other possible methods, but yes. As of right now, the only way to free their souls is for them to perish. Otherwise, they will continue their rampage and lose more of themselves with time.

[miscakes]

What about a smartphone charger?

[The kitchen suffered for leech bite sins, Plum. Sorry.]

... I see. That's unfortunate. [Well. At least he looks sufficiently upset by the news.] Will you let us know if you find another possible method? As it stands, we only have two options available to us.

[cluedin]

Of course. I will make sure it is delivered to you promptly, sir.

[ which is to say. akechi will leave this room and walk out with a box that has that smartphone charger in it. mysterious ... also yes it fits his cell im not THAT mean.

regardless, she nods solemnly at his other question ]

Yes. It may be difficult to believe, but the Master does not wish for unnecessary deaths.

[miscakes]

[Ah. He blinks, caught of guard.]

Oh— Thank you.

[He half expected to have to work for that... Damn, this might be a better deal than he thought. What the fuck.]

... You're right, however. It is hard to believe. As you know, none of us remember accepting the dinner invitation. There's no physical evidence of our response. It's natural to assume the worst in these circumstances.

[cluedin]

We do have your RSVPs, sir.

[ ? ]

1/2

[miscakes]

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what]

[miscakes]

May I see them?

[cluedin]

A moment, please.

[ she walks further into the room to retrieve a box filled with papers. she brings it back and takes out the one with akechi's name to hand it over to him

it is signed with his handwriting and it is, indeed, an rsvp ]

[miscakes]

[...

hey, plum. have you ever watched a human slowly lose their grip on reality? because akechi sure is having an itty bitty Moment here. he stares at it with a blank look on his face, turning it around several times and then holding it up to stare some more at the signature. IS THAT REALLY HIS HANDWRITING... IS THERE NO SIGN OF A FORGERY... IS THERE A DATE WRITTEN ON IT? what the fuck.]

A— Ahaha. That's... [...] How long ago did I send this?

[cluedin]

We received it a week before the event, sir, as requested on the invitation?

[ it's his handwriting! no sign of forgery! and the date on it is february 7. which is wild considering akechi probably remembers being like fucking dead at that time, lmao ]

[miscakes]

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

Plum-san, there's... Are you certain I signed this?

[cluedin]

Is it not your signature on the paper?

[

she's genuinely asking ]

[miscakes]

... There's no way I could have signed this on February 7th, Plum-san.

[HE

DOESN'T KNOW, MAN.]

[cluedin]

[ she hums a bit ]

I would not get so warped up about the date, sir. Time is an odd construct, sometimes.

[miscakes]

[...]

May I still ask for you later? There's something I need to discuss.

[And like, not in front of Mammon.]

[cluedin]

[ ? ]

Of course, sir. You can ring my bell at any time.

[miscakes]

[It's

fine.

He's quiet for a moment.]

By the way, were you only able to show me my RSVP because of my position?

[Can others ask for their RSVPs...]

[cluedin]

[ there is a moment of silence as plum looks like his question is sending her ]

...

I have been showing people their RSVPs since the first day, sir. Quite publicly, too.