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

[mycotic]

A tilt of the head, brows raised. Ethan supposes he can't say much about the others, though this isn't the best impression. "Guess I just haven't been given a reason to trust any one with authority yet.

But, since we're clarifying... why am I supposed to trust anything this one says? I mean—" He gestures, grasping for nothing, for words. "Barrier? Death? All this business about keys? Sounds like he just wants us all nervous."

[for_i_have_none]

"Most assuredly he wants us all nervous," Azimar agrees. "Unfortunately that doesn't guarantee that he's lying about anything, convenient as that would be."

[mycotic]

Azimar sounds rather sure of this, Ethan muses, crossing his arms. As the word convenient leaves his mouth, Ethan raises one hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes. This asshole, whoever set this up, sounds like Lucas Baker with an even bigger God complex, and a bigger vocabulary.

"And there's no way to test that? If he's lying?"

[for_i_have_none]

"I can't think of one that wouldn't be fatal. Permanently so, if he's telling the truth about that. I don't know about you, but I don't fancy myself quite that much of a gambler."

[mycotic]

Sighing, he replies, "Guess not. No." Rubbing at his face again, Ethan continues, "So, now what? We sit and stare at each other? You don't even need to be here. Why stay?"

[for_i_have_none]

"Oh," airily, "to be a good neighbor and help my fellow citizens, and also," dropping his voice to a more serious register, "to be quite honest with you, dear boy, I don't know that I'm going to like what's outside this room any better."

[mycotic]

"...Yeah," he says, the word dredged up. He's thought about this, but now that it's been said, it sticks to the front of his mind. Ethan considers the people he's met since moving in; only one of them is present. Glancing away, then back up, he continues, "But it's just us in here. Not everyone else. How do we know they don't need need us? We gotta get out of here."

[for_i_have_none]

Azimar considers that for a moment, and his lips draw back from his teeth in a faintly theatrical wincing grimace.

"Oh," he sighs, "I do wish you weren't right."

[mycotic]

"Better start doing the charade dance," Ethan says with a grunt. "Can't say I'm happy about it, but since you're so good at it," jokingly, "you might be an asset here."