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

[for_i_have_none]

Quietly in turn: "I'd be delighted to, dear fellow. Have you ever encountered the sort of person who acts above themself? Aping the mannerisms of someone ... oh, of a higher social class, or with a better education, or similar?"

[xiaoxiuya]

"Wha -- is he saying I'm pretentious?" Shen Qingqiu puffs up like an angry goose, completely offended. "Where does he find the nerve? I'm an interdimensional traveller, damn it all! I used to run my own cultivation peak. My manners and education are impeccable!"

Realizing he's making a scene, he angrily fans himself for a minute or so, until he's gotten his temper back in line.

[for_i_have_none]

There's a pause.

"Imagine," says Azimar, "the nerve of him, indeed. Does he seem to you like the type of fellow to say such a scurrilous thing about you? Looking at what he's called everybody else here?"

[xiaoxiuya]

Shen Qingqiu peers at Azimar for a moment, unsure if he's being mocked. Finally he ventures, "So you're saying it's something worse, then?"

That stymies him for a moment. On this one point Peerless Cucumber and the original Shen Qingqiu would agree: there could be no greater insult than an accusation of being pretentious. But he still needs to get to the bottom of this puzzle, so Shen Qingqiu ponders for a moment before trying, "Arrogant, maybe? Conceited? Uh, deceitful?" No, that's Anzu's word, and he hasn't seen anyone else with repeats...

[for_i_have_none]

"Oh -- no, not at all, don't misunderstand me. I am not," very carefully enunciated, "saying that it's anything worse. Nor am I saying that it's anything better. Anything more specific I ... simply cannot say."

[xiaoxiuya]

Another pause, as Shen Qingqiu considers this carefully. At last he closes his fan and, letting the guard rest in his open palm, says, "One would not wish to make a mistake or act rashly, when a life is on the line." Especially not his life, thank you very much! "Are you quite certain you cannot be even a little more specific?"

Sure, the odds are good that if he dies here he'll just wake up another weird little jamjar of a world...what was the last thing he read again? One of the short stories Lev's been working on? That wouldn't be so bad...but still, he finds he'd rather not risk it if he can.

[for_i_have_none]

He pauses, gauging if he can say it, and decides to try.

"I can be no more specific than -- blast. No, it's no use. Perhaps less specific... "

A moment's contemplation, then: "Do you often find -- in general, you know, in the regular course of your life -- that your first instinct serves you well in guessing games?"