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

[xiaoxiuya]

Oh god.

Swift as a storm, Shen Qingqiu flashes to Lev's side. There is no time for thought or dignity, his only concern is preventing a very ugly public meltdown that will only trouble Lev further. "Lev! Dearest, darling, look at me," he says, gently but firmly capturing Lev's wrists with one hand and cupping his chin with the other. "Look at me," he insists. "It's not real. Remember the evil library? Remember that talk we had, about untrustworthy sources? It doesn't get anymore untrustworthy than the Lord of Treachery, does it? Why should we believe anything he says about us, when we know he wants to make us suffer?"

[amourtician]

Lev shakes his head and turns his face away from Qingqiu. Ineffectually, he tries to pull his wrists free, but he's just freshly woken, and overwhelmed, and does not have the strength. But he leans as far away as he can, and hunches his shoulders, and draws his legs up under his nightgown, trying to make himself as small as possible, trying to withdraw into himself and wall off his heart so he does not have to feel the deep, abiding pain of upcoming betrayal.

But he got a glimpse of the word over his boyfriend's head, too. And so he cannot take Qingqiu's speech seriously — well, not as seriously as he would've taken it otherwise.

Anzu kneels beside him, opposite to where Qingqiu is, and takes him by the shoulders.

"Kitten," he whispers, quietly enough that only Lev and Qingqiu can hear. "We're fine. Thou'rt just fine, sweetness. Qingqiu's right. These are ... ah. They're playground taunts, sweetness."

He tries to sound sure. He has to sound sure, for Lev's sake. But some treacherous little part of him, not deep inside, but bobbing up on the surface of his mind like pondscum, says, but he is all that — both of them. both of them are what the Demon King says they are.

He shudders violently, as if trying to shake the thought off.