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

[spaghettimonster]

"Floating rude words is a very new one," Papyrus agrees, with an uneasy smile of his own.

He's tried twice now to trick his own word into his line of sight, pretending to focus on the envelope only to rapidly look upwards, as if his word would drag behind and linger in his own line of sight while doing so. That doesn't seem to be working, though, so...

"Yes, I could use a hand. Who knew community service would be so cooperative... Or involve hinting impolite things at each other."

[carefulinspekshun]

"Well, hahah, com-mew-knit-tee soivice is what we do best!" Hector laughs sheepishly, trying to lighten the mood, even a little bit. It doesn't work. So, he clears his throat awkwardly, and squints through his glasses to see what's above this guy's head.

And, once he manages to get his still sleep-hazed eyes to focus, he winces at it.

"Okay, so, lessee, uhhh... what sorta... jobs have yew had, buddy? Yew work at all?"

[spaghettimonster]

"...Yes??" The answer is at least half incredulous question. "Of course! I've helped in the construction crew, I worked as a sentry... If it says something like 'layabout' or 'lazy,' I have a mind to have a word with our kidnappers."

Those are words that would apply to his brother, maybe, but Papyrus prides himself on always being busy with something. And okay, maybe scolding whoever whisked them all away in the middle of the night won't be an easy thing, but he'll find a way. He reaches up to adjust his sleeping cap, like keeping it neat and prim will help ward off any implication of sloth on his part.