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

[xiaoxiuya]

And now he's making conversation with a talking skeleton. Just another day in the life of an interdimensional transmigrator!

"Just so," Shen Qingqiu agrees. "My own country's history is full of stories of insecure rulers who, seeing only their own faults reflected in the eyes of their sons and courtiers, brought the realm to the brink of ruin. It is our misfortune to find ourselves the target of his majesty's ire, when his energies would be better directed to self-reflection." He shrugs, closing his wood and paper fan with a sharp click. "Or perhaps, nearing the end of his life, he wants to get in one last dig at the common people. Who can say?"

He peers curiously at the bony being, wondering what sort of magic, allows it such lifelike modes of expression. "About your own word," he asks delicately. "Do you intend to solve it?"

[spaghettimonster]

Really, only the kidnapper king in question can say for sure. Papyrus is happy, even eager, to bounce the ruder words and implications of this game back at whoever wrote the envelopes... But doing that doesn't answer the question of why. Maybe, like some of the other nightmares, he won't find out for sure.

For now, his bones shift as he heaves a sigh and leans against the table, tugging at one of his sleeping gloves to make sure it's staying in place.

"Yes, even if I don't believe the premise of this word game, I still want to win it. They did go to the effort of setting it up," he concedes, in a tone like it's only the mannerly thing to do.

"And besides! I would like the option to leave the slumber party when I like. Do... you intend to solve yours?" Papyrus asks back, glancing up.

[xiaoxiuya]

"If I can." He admits, "A few people have tried to describe it to me, but identifying it correctly has proven to be...somewhat more difficult than I would have thought. His majesty -- or whichever scribe he set to the task -- must have command of a very mighty thesaurus."

He purses his lips slightly, beginning to slowly fan himself again. "If I tried to describe yours, I might say...it refers to someone who perpetually falls short. Who is simply not to up to the task at hand, no matter what they try."

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus has to nod a quiet agreement at first, because yes - some of these words are definitely the read the thesaurus variety. He can recognize them, but he's the sort to have read a thesaurus or three in his day. It's probably making things more difficult either way - some people don't get along with books, so they're bound to struggle about describing or guessing anything, while others are probably struggling because they have too many ideas.

But he stiffens out of his slouch with a little indignation at the description, before heaving a large, theatrical sigh.

"I can't believe my brother isn't here to listen to this. I say, with a disbelief of relief! He would never stop making fun of me for 'falling short,' all the more because we'd both know it isn't true. Ugh. That sounds... That sounds a lot less like laziness, and more like... being incapable. Incompetent. Inept," he adds, alphabetically.

[xiaoxiuya]

"You skipped it," Shen Qingqiu says helpfully. "I -- oh come on, I can't even spell it? This is ridiculous -- but you're on the right track. It's...if I remember my English classes correctly, it's an adjective, rhymes with 'victual.' Hah!" He interrupts himself a startled laugh. "We can't spell them, but we can rhyme with them? Oh heavens, I'd say that was hilarious if it weren't so frustrating!"

[spaghettimonster]

"Rhymes do take that extra bit of effort, I guess!" Papyrus says, cheered by the progress, though not enough to try making a rhyme of it himself. "So my word's in-victual... Glad to know my 'nature' is inedible."

It's hard to say how a skeletal grin can shift to convey mischief and smugness, because there's no lips to change the shape of his mouth. His eye sockets and cheekbones shift a bit, and his jaw moves, and together they make something of a smirk before he sighs again, less theatrically. "'Ineffectual', huh...? That really is just rude."