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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mr. vespertine! || ffxiv oc (ota!)

[e3ccfb]

"Are you fucking KIDDING ME right now!?"

As soon as the situation makes itself clear, Vespertine explodes with rage, bursting up from his chair and slamming both hands on the table with all his might — which, admittedly, is not very much, but he's certainly loud about it. It's a stark contrast from the image he's endeavored to cultivate on this island during his time here so far: cordial; calculated; careful to never leave a single hair out of place, and quick to chase even the most mildly uncouth of statements with a playful laugh.

Now, though... Now, his ears are lying back, almost flat against his head; his teeth are bared, his eyes are wide; and his face is twisted into a look of such furious anger that it might actually serve to mask his fear.

"This is BULLSHIT!" He punctuates his shout by slamming his hand on the table again. "I just fucking GOT here, what the fuck did I fucking do to deserve this!? Fuck this, FUCK!!"

His hands curl into fists as he carries on, as though he means to slam them on the table for a third time — but he turns, instead, his back facing the others as his fingers uncurl and wind into his hair where they pull tight, and a wordless cry of frustration looses from his throat.

"What did I ever fucking do... This isn't fucking FAIR!!"

[staybizzy]

"Yeahhh, you better get used to dat, bub." Capochin is sitting down the way a few spots, flicking cigarette ash directly onto the bare table top. "Ain't about desoivin'. Dis sorta thing happens once every month or so. Plus, one of da charges is 'conspiracy with da holy mothers.' Dat'd be da lady you talked to to get here."

[e3ccfb]

"Conspiracy!?" he spits, whirling around to meet Capo with a venomous glare. "Is that some fucking joke!? Like any goddamn ONE of us can be held responsible for a contract made under fucking duress!! What kind of bullshit legal system do you fucking clowns even HAVE...around...here..."

Vespertine trails off, however, as his focus settles on the cigarette in Capochin's hand. Ah, shit.

"Where'd you get that?" He manages to hold himself back from snapping give me one, but just barely. "You got another?"

[staybizzy]

"Oooh, bunny wants to ask for favors now, eh? After yellin' at ol' Capo?" He leans back in his chair, feet on the table, and takes a good, long drag before slowly letting it go.

"Well, tough shit."

[e3ccfb]

In an instant, Vespertine's ears are swiveled back and his mouth is twisted into another snarl.

"Don't fucking call me that." He jabs a finger in Capo's direction like he really needs the additional emphasis. "How would YOU like it if I did the same thing, huh? If I called you some, fucking... Uh..."

There's a pause, during which one can virtually see the gears turning in his head.

"...Whatever the fuck you are! Ugh. Fuck."

[staybizzy]

"Really? Nothin'? Don't they teach you ya animals in Bunny Rabbit Kindergarten?" A smarmy grin spreads across Capochin's face now. "C'mon, guess. If you can get it right, I'll even give you a cigarette."

[e3ccfb]

"For your fucking information," he continues to snarl, his teeth bared as though he might actually have any fangs to show off, "I'm a fucking Viera, not some fucking bunny rabbit. And I was doing you a fucking courtesy by NOT comparing you to, fuck, I don't know—"

His head tilts, for once an unconscious gesture, as he tries to get a better look at Capo.

"Some fucking...opo-opo or something? What, with the tail and shit? Would you rather I called you that, huh!?"

[staybizzy]

"Considerin' I ain't never hoid of dat, I prob'ly wouldn't care," Capochin fires back, finishing up his cigarette and snuffing it on the marble tabletop. "You never seen a monkey before? Really? What kinda space alien planet you come from?"

[e3ccfb]

"That's what I said, isn't it!?" It very plainly isn't, but Vespertine is waving a dismissive hand regardless. "Monkeys, opo-opos, they're the same damn thing, aren't they!? Like it's MY fault whatever weird fucking star YOU'RE from doesn't have those, or Viera, or... Fuck, I don't know!"

Of course, his anger peters out just as quickly as it had flared to life; there's still a scowl on his face, but he seems to have lost whatever energy riled him up in the first place, at least for the present moment.

"Whatever." He looks away, wrapping his arms around himself in a display of anxiety he might find intolerable if it weren't for literally everything else happening to him right now. "Not like it matters. Not like fucking anything matters, if I'm just gonna die down here no matter what I fucking do."