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]

Anzu takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. Dr Coldwood's openness, his kindness, are grounding. He keeps one arm around Lev's shoulders, but frees his other hand and holds it out to Dr Coldwood.

"I'm happy to hear thy counsel, darling," he says, softly. "As for my bridegroom ... ah. If he chooses to remain silent, take it not amiss. He will listen on mine account, at least."

Lev gives an almost imperceptible nod; he makes no effort to move his leg away from Elias. Tears are still flowing, but the hollow weight of despair in his chest is starting to ease. His head hurts the way it always does after he's cried too much for unhappy reasons.

"I shall listen," he murmurs. "I ... I'll like. I'll try. I'll try to let it make a difference?"

[arcanegrasp]

Anzu's hand is taken, and with it, though small, there's a small boundary of safety offered, a connection between the three. Not a vulnerability that Dr. Coldwood offers lightly, but one that he offers openly. Their agreement earns a slow, tentative nod, before his attention flickers for a moment upwards, only long enough to see those cutting words. He doesn't need to stare; it's hard enough as it is not to feel a great many eyes on his own word, and he won't pay it forward to them.

He draws in a slow breath through his nose, then out of his mouth, curling his fingers softly where he holds the two. Guilt tinges his words; even for the practicality of it, this would never come easily.

"...Mr. Menelikov, I trust that you've been no less than honest with me, any time we've met," Elias starts, reluctantly choosing between them. He's more collected at the moment, after all. It's worth granting Lev that small continued mercy for the time he needs. "Our captors do not think the same of your intentions."