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]

"Do you think so?" Shen Qingqiu tries not to look too pained. "Perhaps. But I'd rather stay and help as many others escape as I can. Who knows what lies past that door, whether it be another sadistic game or monsters or some kind of trap...it just seems better to face the unknown as a group."

Returning to the matter of Sasavachi's word, Shen Qingqiu hums thoughtfully before saying, "That's not an inaccurate definition, although I would argue it describes more someone who is all too used to the failings of others. Someone who takes a...shall we say, jaded outlook towards mankind."

[mortifer]

Yes, worse things could be beyond the door. Such games rarely confined themselves to a single torment, but Sasavachi won't admit that violence would bring greater relief than waiting here with a pit in his stomach, watching everyone circle round, arguing, discussing, and denying.

There's nowhere to be alone in this room. The words hanging over everyone's heads won't go away. He would rather return to the mindless, physical matters of blood and bone -- even if it meant going alone. Shen Qingqiu is much more measured and benevolent than Sasavachi was.

"... yes." It's a soft admission, tinged with uncertainty. Sasavachi fidgets with his sleeve. Many words float to mind; he wishes he were clever enough to pluck the right one. "I suppose I am. That is why we are lucky there are people like you, mixed among us." Would his statement be taken the wrong way? He hastens to add, "People willing to remain to help, I mean."