Event Annex - The Senate Room

[pumpkinhollow]

CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

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elcome, esteemed guests, to the Senate Room.

The rules of the game are simple. You have a word over your head that you cannot see, and the same word written on a piece of paper in an envelope that also contains a key. There is a door out of this room. Each key opens the door for only one person. You can see the words above others' heads, but you cannot say them, nor can you say any direct synonyms that might give it away too easily, nor can you spell the word or its synonyms. You must find other ways to describe it to allow the other person to guess. More abstract. Get creative with it.

If you believe you know the word, speak it aloud and open your envelope to retrieve your key. If you are correct, you can leave without incident. If you are wrong, your organs will immediately fail and you will die.

Here are the words each participant has been assigned. Players can use them to refer to other players' characters to help them guess, and you can use them to check your answers when you guess, but you can also OOCly know your answer provided you don't use it to ICly cheat. Good luck.

Agent Connecticut

Fickle

Agni Azimar

Traitor (there is an additional document contained in this envelope)

Aloy

Obstinate

Ancient Fuelweaver

Ruined

Anzu Menelikov

Deceitful

Artemy Burakh

Tainted

Capochin Bastone

Inadequate

Cassandra de Rolo

Cynical

Dahlia Leeds

Insatiable

Daisy Tonner

Merciless

Elias Coldwood

Discarded

Ethan Winters

Insufficient

Felix Gaeta

Imprudent

Hector Monaque

Covetous

Jonathan Sims

Hubristic

Lev/Lyubov Morgenshtern

Weak

Luo Binghe

Alone

Marik Ishtar

Megalomaniacal

Mr. Ant Tenna

Histrionic

Papyrus

Ineffectual

Sasavachi Chunome

Misanthropic

Shen Qingqiu

Pretentious

Simon

Selfish

Violet Vespertine

Cowardly

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Comments

[apocryphalarchivist]

"...Permanent, yes. I'm afraid it's true. I've ran the risk once before, and only narrowly escaped it. It makes sense that the King of Treason would have one last hurrah like this, doesn't it?"

Jon doesn't typically foist up that information so willingly, but there's no reason to hide it. Not here and now, when people need to know exactly what they're in for. His own envelope remains in his hand, his thumb worrying at the edge of it.

"We've got to be careful if we want to make it home. Even if we get out of this room, there's no telling what awaits us afterwards."

[not_the_last]

"It could be true, certainly," says Cassandra, her tone carefully level and smooth, her mouth just a little tight. "On the other hand, I think we must consider the source of this information, and whether it's likely to be reliable or not."

Isn't this familiar, all of a sudden.

[spaghettimonster]

"I don't know how trustworthy an unsigned envelope is," Papyrus has to concede. "Or much about our, uh... Latest kidnappers."

His gaze lifts to the word above Cassandra's head as he says it, though, taking in that word with her comments. And then to their other conversational partner, taking in that word in turn.

"And I guess that means, these ominous floating words are just as trustworthy..."

[apocryphalarchivist]

A skeptical glance finds Cassandra's words, then Papyrus's own. Jon's frown is tight, and he gives a short nod.

"You may be right," Jon admits. "It'd be simple enough for the demon royals to lie to us about the nature of this place, and to make us see the worst in one-another. I won't deny that. But the truth of the matter is that, if this is truly beyond the barrier, there is no coming back for anyone who is lost. And..."

He lets out a humorless huff of a laugh, and gives a small, helpless shrug.

"I don't know about the two of you, but I'm not keen to test that, myself."

[not_the_last]

"I'll admit that neither am I." Cassandra's lips tighten again, just a little. "Though to be honest, I wouldn't care to even if I were certain. Dying isn't pleasant even when death is temporary."

And that's something she's known since even before the Serena Eterna, let alone this place.

"On the other hand ... supposing that it is true, what is our host's purpose in telling us? I don't imagine it's for our benefit."

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus grimaces at the whole concept, skeletal perma-smile as wan as it ever gets.

"Well, it's very... distracting. The idea that it might stick, now."

It seems like the first time in a long time, that death seemed like a real possibility. Everything through October and the beginning of November certainly added distance and unreality to the notion, which had already been unreal to him. Even if he doesn't have any desire to test it out now, just the idea that that has changed has him shiver.

"But... I guess, if we were really desperate to escape... That ghostly thing could have been a way to scout things out. Warning us not to..."

It could be beneficial. It could be a lie, tricking them to scare them. He just doesn't know.