Event Annex - The Senate Room

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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

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Vespertine bides his time. He waits — and, eventually, he can wait no more.

"Hey."

Every instinct he has is telling him to leave well enough alone, to blend back into the crowd and do whatever he can not to draw attention to himself...and perhaps that comes through in his posture, what with the way his shoulders are hunched forward and his arms are wrapped tightly, defensively about himself. But if he does that — if he lets opportunity slip from his grasp, again — then he'll end up dying in here for sure, won't he? Whether it's because he fails this damn guessing game, or because somebody else decides he's too easy a target...

He's not going to let that happen. Not on either count; not if he can fucking help it.

"You stabbed him, right?" (He doesn't want to look back at the body to confirm what, up to this point, he's only overheard.) "Where'd you get it, huh? The knife, or whatever you did it with." (His foot kicks impatiently against the floor.) "Where is it?"