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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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Well, this isn't the first time Gaeta's been dragged to his potential death with a bag over his head, and it probably won't be the last.

He takes quick stock as soon as he can see. Still in his sleep clothes: a basic shirt and shorts, no prosthetic leg. Other people, most of them familiar, dressed similarly. No sign of Francis. He skims the unfavorable words above everyone's heads, then looks down to his own envelope to read the rules of whatever stupid game they've been pulled into this time -- only for his whole face to go cold.

The barrier is not here to protect you.

His eyes dart around the room, but there's nothing he can see that would indicate a lie. The Web glitters like it's been covered with a rime of frost. Oh, he can still use it to pull, guide, manipulate like always, but it's not about to give him any hints about his "true nature." He'll just have to play the game well enough to win.

That should be easy though, right, Felix? Any spider can do it. Should do it. Because unless he gets out of here alive, he'll never find where Francis has gone. Would have been nice, though, if the bastards brought his leg along while they were yanking everybody out of --

"OW!"

Yeah, that's the sound of a demon chucking Gaeta's prosthesis right at him. It hits his shoulder and thumps to the floor. Exasperated, Gaeta spins around in his chair to demand, "What the frak!"

All that gets in reply is a low, amused laugh from whatever member of Eligos's court was on kidnapping duty. Gaeta rubs his shoulder with a scowl, scoops up his leg, and gets to work strapping it on as he mutters a few more curses under his breath.

"Okay now that was just unnecessary," CT says, already moving to come and join him, check on him, whichever you want to call it. "...I'm not going to ask if you're okay because that's a patently stupid question right now."

She does, however, come very close to apologising for possibly getting him into this mess thanks to the whole Eligos plan.

Event Annex - The Senate Room

Felix Gaeta | Battlestar Galactica | OTA

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