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

[staybizzy]

"...Inadequate?" Capochin guesses. "S'pose you can't tell me, huh."

He sighs. Yeah, if he were to pick his own true nature, it'd be something like that. Somebody who don't ever do a job fully right. Yeah, like the person you're talking to right now, Hector.

[carefulinspekshun]

"It ain't true," Hector insists again, but quieter, more resigned this time. He can't say yes or no— any time he even so much as thought about it, his throat tightened— but this is close enough to it, he imagines.

[staybizzy]

"...Okay." Capochin sighs, not wanting to argue. "Well, I ain't leavin' wit'out you. So let's do yours."

He thinks for a moment, taking a long drag. "...It's when you can't ever be satisfied. You always think someone else has better'n you, and you want what dey got."

[carefulinspekshun]

Hector frowns thoughtfully, leaning against the table, cheek leaned against his knuckles. He tries to stave off the guild that tangles in his chest over that; that's not what's at the core of him, is it?

"...Jealous? Inn-vee-us?" Hector offers, not enjoying a single moment of this. "Cripes, d'ere's a dozen words that mean dat. They couldn't'a given me somethin' a little more specific?"

[staybizzy]

"It's more fancy," Capochin says, waving his hand vaguely. "It's like dat but it's a dumb hoity-toity word."

[carefulinspekshun]

"Shoot, Cappy, yew know I ain't good at the hoity-toity words, don't they got a the-sore-us we can borrow?" Hector complains.

[staybizzy]

That actually gets a laugh out of Capochin. If anyone could make him laugh at a time like this, it'd be Hector. Imperfectly perfect creature that he is. "If dere was, it'd have some booby trap in it or be cursed so you couldn't see da woids you actually need. C'mon, yer on da right track, you got dis, amo. Think real hard 'bout King and it'll come to ya."