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[ You spill out of the elevator into the rookery— the elevator is gone when you look back.

From the rookery, the house is reached via the long, winding stairway leading up and out to it; the floorboards of the stairs are discolored from exposure to the weather, stained a dull greyish-brown. The rookery itself juts out from the house, a circular outcropping, and the cacophonous cawing of crows can be heard from the upper rows of rafters, built to house the birds.

But for a moment, that's not the only noise you hear. There's a ringing in your ears that forms a melody, a song unearthly and uncomfortable. The cawing of crows sounds like uncanny, sounding in rhythm, singing lyrics like and unlike human speech, something from beyond the stars and beyond human limits, but now pounding in your skull. It crawls up your brainstem and down your throat and you're almost humming— but no, now the sound escapes you as a particularly loud bird takes flight and throws off the rhythm, and now you can't hear it so clearly anymore. So long as you don't think about it, you almost can't hear it at all. Though— if you lose your sanity, or are damaged too far, the sensation will overwhelm you.

A crow in the rafters flies down and lowers its head to you, in a gesture oddly like a bow. Held in its beak is a ring, with a strangely shining inscription. If you open your hand to it, it will deposit the ring within your palm, as if entrusting it to your safe keeping.

A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (murder someone via mental damage) as well as the item that you've been given (a ring). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.

There is one exit: North. ]

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[ hums lightly to herself.

here we go again!

she's still in a white suit, which is partially covered in blood spatter. the dry-cleaning bills will be awful. ]

Ah... you're here, too.

[mess of blood on head and torso. rip suit.]

[ how dare they, don't they know fashion is important ]

Third verse, same as the first, I suppose.

[I KNOW, RIGHT? GOSH.]

Fourth for me. What a mess...

Mm, indeed, indeed. It was Taisho for me, although this is her blood. Unfortunately I didn't have the presence of mind yet to instruct her properly, though.

Re: Session 20 Discussion

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Should we look for more things to read and alcohol?

I'd love to! Perhaps we'll make some friends, too, since people around here seem to like those things.

I promise I won't give you so much trouble this time around...

We'll be careful! It just doesn't know you well yet, is all.

Downstairs, all the way in the back of the house—just past the study we met you in last time.

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[his suit is a mess with not just blood from the headwound but now from some big wound that was in the trunk of his body.]

... ugh.

[what a mess.]

[ There's a hint of alcohol on her breath, but all signs point to completely sober and sane. ]

Oh my goodness...

[siiiiiiighs...]

They've made such a mess, Yvette...

[Crown that's not the point?]

It's terrible, isn't it?

Hopefully this will be over soon, and we can all relax together.

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Ah, we're going again, are we?

[ ABSINTHE

IS STILL TOTALLY SANE but it might be hard to tell because he's holding a bloody knife and is also just, covered in blood, poor emet-selch's coat ]