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

[liesdontfindyou]

"Not... directly, I don't think? Though, related, I think, through how you... come to your decisions." She chews the inside of her cheek, a faint touch of gold in her eyes even for all that using her abilities right now is mostly useless. "It's implying you don't really think things through."

[not_a_traitor]

"...Seriously?" He stares, a touch affronted. "When have I not -- "

And stops there.

Disgruntled: "Don't answer that. Um..." He pinches his nose as he thinks. "Hasty? Incautious? Careless?"

[liesdontfindyou]

She doesn't answer that. And whilst she can't just say no— "Weirder. Think even weirder. Like this sounds... archaic, to me. There's uh— a P, in there?"

[not_a_traitor]

Gaeta drums his fingers on the table, like he could pluck at a couple strings if he just tried hard enough. It works exactly as well as CT trying to invoke the Eye.

"Is it a really obvious antonym?" he asks. "Like -- 'inhospitable' and 'hospitable.'"

[liesdontfindyou]

"It's— got that structure, yes." Oh, good, she can say that, apparently. Her mouth twists and she tries to think of just one more clarifying description: "The word that's being modified into a negative also sounds a lot like the same word you'd call someone for being stuck up about, like, sex."

[not_a_traitor]

And there it is: the last piece he needed.

"Oh, for frak's -- " Gaeta drops his face into his hands. "It's 'imprudent,' isn't it?"

[liesdontfindyou]

CT exhales and sits back in her seat. Thank god. "Well, I guess we can add 'good at ridiculous word games' to our list of qualifications. I'm sure that will get us far."

[not_a_traitor]

"It got us out of here," Gaeta points out, before heaving a similar sigh and scrubbing his face. "Worth putting on my resume for that alone."

He opens the envelope. Part of him still expects to explode into a fine mist, right guess be damned, but all that happens is a tiny clink as the key hits the table. He exchanges another glance with CT. "Ready to get out of here?"

[liesdontfindyou]

Only now does CT look back to her own envelope and open it, tipping the key out onto her palm and studying it for a moment like it could tell her something, then closing her hand around it.

"Yeah. I'm ready."