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CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

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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the first,

Here he is, amidst the glitz and glamor of a kidnapping unlike any other. Deja vu strikes Ethan like a match so his skin burns with the recollection of coming to in the Baker farm, at the opposite end of a family dinner table. There, he'd rejected their plates of mystery meat, and paid the price. Sweat beads down his forehead. His brain is throwing shit at the wall like run or why don't you have a gun, moron, but these assertions are largely useless when you're dealing with a table of other people, who seem to be as innocent as you.

As if his heart isn't pounding, as if the information isn't plain for him to read, Ethan speaks up. "Is anyone going to tell me exactly what the hell is goin' on?" There surely must be more than just the writing on the wall.

second,

After receiving his answer to his question, Ethan sits quietly in his chair for a long moment, considering the individuals before him. They barely recognize him, he barely recognizes them. It's an even relationship, he imagines.

Then, eventually, he clears his throat, adjusts his atrocious posture, and looks out into the crowd again. "Did anyone do the stuff they were accused of doing? Anyone here at all? Because I didn't."

And he's always had a slight inclination to veer away from authority, really.

and third.

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"Well," says the stranger with the horns, who hasn't left yet despite having been the first to open his envelope, "that depends on how one looks at things, I suppose. Our most gracious host," said with venom, "may choose to interpret our very presence as conspiracy with the Mothers, since that's the entire reason they brought us here, and we did agree to join."

He tips his head back and forth in a gesture of theatrical uncertainty. "As to the others ... I find that when a lord has taken it into his head to hold people collectively responsible, it generally doesn't do any good to argue. If he were of a mind to be swayed by such petty concerns as making sure that those punished are the same as those who actually did the deed, the matter wouldn't arise in the first place."

"Oh, this is just for show," Dahlia says, waving a hand at the proclamation. "It's bullshit. He's the King of Hell, he doesn't really actually need any reason to shove us all into his little jar and shake vigorously."

Gentler now: "You're new, aren't you? This is your first time dealing with... one of these?"

Event Annex - The Senate Room

ethan winters / resident evil (ota).

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