Event Annex - The Senate Room

[pumpkinhollow]

CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

W

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

[not_the_last]

And as Tenna slips away -- in time to see Tenna slip away -- Cassandra approaches. No one else has turned away from the body on the floor yet; there's still time, if only a little.

Her face is set as she steps up to Dahlia, pale and verging on grim.

"We will have a discussion about this later," she says, flat and very quiet. "For right now, do you need me to back you up?"

[thethirteenthchild]

"No," Dahlia says. "I did that so that he could go find the kids. You saw his word, he was never going to get that. Let him find the children, and I'll be the monster."

After all, she already was.

Her frown deepens, and she doesn't make eye contact. "...Whatever happens is fine."

[not_the_last]

"If this turns into a free-for-all, none of us may get out alive. I'm not letting that happen."

She's clearly angry, but just as clearly putting that aside with almost visible force.

"Get your back to a wall, at least. I don't want to invite any sudden leaps of bravado."

[thethirteenthchild]

With a huff that is almost petulant, Dahlia takes a step back and presses her shoulders to the wall beside the door. "They can do whatever they want with me."

There's something dark to her demeanor now. Something cold. A version of her that hasn't been seen in nearly two years now, back before she met Daisy and Radar. The version of herself she was left with after Ianto. The version of herself she was before offworlders started coming at all. Aster's daughter, cornered wolf, hollow-eyed shark.

If Cassandra hates her now, fine. If the others hate her, fine. If they execute her, fine. Someone had to go to the children. She wasn't going to leave Tenna in here to deal with the consequences of giving her the damn knife, nor was she going to stab him.