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CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

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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Something about the choice of words at the last there, and the tone they're spoken in, reminds her irresistibly of her brother.

"I wonder," she says, keeping her voice as low as Jon's, "and I want to make it clear I am not yet suggesting we try -- I wonder what would happen if two of us were to exchange envelopes and open each other's. Turning what ought to be an incentive for betrayal into a cooperative effort."

A pause, in which she glances up at the word above Jon's head -- which also can't help but remind her of her brother.

"That feels terribly clever to me, like outsmarting our captor's setup, and as such I think we should be wary of it."

Papyrus does read the envelope, squinting his eye sockets to better make out the small letters while still sitting a polite distance. He nods his thanks when done, with a vaguely apologetic smile. Not to suspect people of keeping dangerous secrets in a dangerous secrets game, but...

"That sounds... risky," he whispers uneasily, covering his mouth to quiet his words further. (His voice is not a voice otherwise made for talking quietly.)

"I hope you understand when I say, I am not trying that out. I... I would really rather just do, the easier cooperative thing, of exchanging hints about words until everyone feels more confident. It's not like we have timers."

He glances at his envelope, and the nearby walls, as if they might suddenly spawn timers now that he's said it - or maybe start shrinking in to crush them all, or bursting into flame, or otherwise present some kind of environmental incentive to take the ruder approaches to the game.

Perhaps it's Cassandra's sentimentality rubbing off on him, or perhaps it's just enjoying the feeling of finding a mind that ticks in the same way his own does. He clearly considers it, by the way his eyes follow the envelopes, then flicker up to the words across from him.

"...It is terribly tempting," Jon admits. "But you're right. It may be set up in such a way that it might try to persuade us to take such a risk unnecessarily. And if two were to try this, one envelope opens first, and the other is left with only their story to be believed... in the pit of treachery itself, people may not be inclined to trust such an explanation."

He's quiet, for a moment. Contemplative. He glances away for a moment, eyeing a few others surrounding the table, before he shifts a bit closer.

"I understand that this may come as concerning or— not exactly credible without further explanation, but I hope that you'll trust me on this without dwelling too deeply on how I've come to know this. But... there is an additional factor."

A beat. He glances around once more, before lowering his voice just a touch more, so that it's barely audible in the surrounding chatter.

"I have reason to believe that many of our neighbors have been armed."

She nods to Papyrus, acknowledging his point; he's right, of course, that there seems to be no pressing urgency.

Everything Sims says makes a degree of sense, and she's glad he takes her caution seriously. Then he shifts closer, into a sense of further confidentiality. I hope that you'll trust me, he says, with a clear understanding of why they would hardly be inclined to. She nods, taking both of those as he says them, and waits.

And as he says the last words, her eyes darken a little.

"Armed," she repeats, no louder. "Do you know with what?"

On one level, Papyrus is realizing, he just has to consider himself fortunate that they're both agreeing it's an unnecessary risk. It's better, that they're not trying it, and being quiet about the whole notion. Watching an amicable trade like that go awry, what with that ominous but unspecific warning... Well, he'd really rather not, is all!!

But maybe he's searching for relieving ideas a little early.

"Not... just with magic, like some of us already have?" Papyrus follows up, voice still lowered and muffled.

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