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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

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[personal profile] amourtician 2026-04-14 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)

The utter mundane innocence of Sasavachi's correction — the mere fact that someone in this room might still be thinking of shiddukh or its equivalents — is so unexpected that Lev bursts out into helpless giggling. Anzu shoots him an alarmed look, but before he can intervene, Lev gets hold of himself long enough to speak.

"My first marriage was," he says. "Arranged, I mean like? Not like, proper arranged, either of us could've refused, but ... er. I mean. I ..."

He trails off, losing steam.

Lev's laughter has revived Anzu enough that when he speaks, he sounds almost normal — a certain wary tension has fled from his voice.

"Thou'rt right, darling, of course," he says to Sasavachi. "Ah ... but there are places we wish not to lead each other into, one supposes."