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

[amourtician]

"'S fine," Lev murmurs, looking down. "My bad for ... for trying to be cleverer than I am."

Anzu presses his lips together in annoyance, reluctant to chide Lev in the presence of a third party. He strokes Lev's cheek instead, a rebuke against his self-loathing only through implication. And in the meantime, he looks up at Artemy, and tries not to wonder about the word he finally glimpses upon Artemy's forehead. If they all get out of this, he might have the opportunity to ask. And in any case, Artemy is likely seeing something equally terrible above his head. Something bad enough to make his Leyb incapable of looking at him at all.

"I am not no surgeon, darling," he says, the implication clear — but thou art. "But if it is a mere dislocation, it is surely easily corrected? Especially, ah. By one whose talents surpass those of the ordinary sawbones."

[medekh]

Artemy gives a small nod, and holds his hands out as an offering of sorts. He's not going to force Lev into it, grab him and force the bone back into place, but the offer is there. Wordlessly.

"It will hurt." The Haruspex mutters, loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to keep it private.

[amourtician]

Anzu bites his lower lip to suppress a smile. Lev shrugs, and holds his hand out.

"Pain's ... pain's not no object," he murmurs. "Even bad pain. I'm like ... used to it, in any case."

[medekh]

Artemy just gives a small nod. Those gentle hands of his feel over Lev's wrist, finds the dislocation, and pops it back into place like he's dealing with a piece of machinery. Swiftly but calmly, with the precision of- well, a surgeon.

It hurts like a bitch. But it'd hurt much more if an expert wasn't doing it.