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pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2026-03-15 12:14 pm
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Event Annex - The Senate Room

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

mortifer: (disteem.)

[personal profile] mortifer 2026-03-25 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
When Ethan's face twists in panic -- when it seems as if the air won't return to his lungs -- Sasavachi's mind immediately paces through the possibilities. Poison. Magic. He can't heal, nor does he have any soul crystals to pass such knowledge onto him, but even so he moves from his chair onto the table out of instinct.

Then the moment passes. Ethan, sweaty but alive, is breathing again. Sasavachi stares at him with no small amount of dismay.

"What was that?"

Forget his word. That concerns him.
mycotic: (pic#18382372)

[personal profile] mycotic 2026-03-25 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Explaining what he thinks it was is hard. Softly, he admits, "I don't know exactly." It is delivered in a way that betrays his nature, but he doesn't realize it; stay calm, collected. He's fine. He can handle this.

"Maybe— maybe I said too much?"
mortifer: (low blow.)

[personal profile] mortifer 2026-03-26 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. It'd be far too simple if they were allowed to speak freely. Sasavachi realizes his hands are clenched, his nails biting into his palms. He forces himself to let go.

"... you've given me enough. Thank you."

Ethan is a stranger, yes; all the more reason why he shouldn't risk himself further for another stranger.

"I should help you with your word, now."