There's No Place Like Traumabonding for the Holidays

[beebs]

HOLIDAY MURDERGAME WHERE ARE THEY NOW MEME



It's the hap-happiest season of all, and what better way to celebrate than by remembering that one (or more) horribly traumatic experience that permanently changed the face of not only your relationships but possibly your outlook on life itself?

Any character (including NPCs!) who's ever been in any murdergame is invited! Feel free to share with your friends!

Regardless of how you choose to use this meme, there's two blanket rules:
1) Make sure the header of your comment has your character's name, home canon, and murdergame listed. If you used the same account for several murdergames, you can use the same toplevel for all of them.
2) No blank comments! First and foremost this is a chance to catch up with old murdergame buddies, and maybe make new ones if you choose! Thus, your comment should go into whatever degree of detail you like describing what life has been like since the murdergame ended. Did life go back to normal? Did they get married? Have a kid? Move to another universe entirely and start over with their found family? Have they kept in touch? Go into as much detail as you want, just put something!

You can use this meme to set up any kind of "canon" or canon-compliant holiday threads with your castmates, big holiday party or no.

OR... you can pretend that there's an interdimensional all-murdergame nondescript winter holiday party that you've been invited to attend! Maybe the Curtains narrators made sure the Denny's was conveniently empty (don't mind the weird old guy in the woods out back), or maybe there was some other convenient arrangement. Either way, you received an invite, and you're here now! So spike the eggnog and check for mistletoe, because the night is probably going to get wild.

(If you're not down for one option or the other, just note that somewhere in your top-level.)

Have fun, and Happy Holidays!

Comments

[magycks]

Trust me, I'm not losing any sleep over the tepid takes of an imaginary friend made flesh. [ ... ] Fluff, whatever. You're Adorabat?

[unwittingking]

...yours was during Christmas?

[And he thought his own games were bad...

They still were, of course, he just thought they couldn't get worse.]

[commemoration]

Yes, unfortunately.

[A pause.]

Or rather, to be more exact, the clock was stuck at December 24th, 11:59PM for the entirety of the month and a half we were there, according to my memory banks.

[keyringwitness]

[With all the time she spent doodling gijinkas of her animal classmates (and how, through a series of complicated dominos falling in exactly the right way, that led to her kid-dating the secret mastermind), Yasu instantly feels kinship with Mary, enough so to overcome her embarrassment over hogging the piano. Especially when she gets complimented. Although her experiences at Ira Academy gave her a sense of self-esteem, Yasu is still weak to praise.]

Th- Thank you! I've been practicing ever since I was, um... enrolled. [Her ellipsis carries the weight of the experience everyone in this room has shared, one way or another.] ...do you mind if I look at your drawing? [Yasu cranes her head to try and get a better look at the notebook, but it's difficult to do so without waking up the fox in her lap.]

[sageking]

[ Meanwhile, Gilgamesh takes a sip of his drink, because of course he does. ]

I always pass my judgment swiftly and decisively.

[ He says, with the proud aura like it is one of his best qualities. Then again, to him, he has no bad qualities at all. He draws in closer to the other male, all the same, familiar confident smirk on his lips. ]

Due to my relatively high importance, there are few situations which are bound to be considered 'interesting' to someone like myself. [ Beat. ] However, the fact that you are here remains something of an interest all on its own.

[ Gilgamesh, plz. ]

[unwittingking]

Ah, magic. Got it.

[Just going to take that as the answer for now. Could it be possible that host was just messing with them? Maybe, but at this point in life, magic sounds like the most realonable answer to him.]

So, I'm assuming you're a robot then? With that memory banks comment and all.

[It's interesting to get to meet another-he half expected Proto to be the only one he'd ever know.]

[scribbly]

Oh, yeah? That's cool. [If Mary feels that weight, she doesn't act like it, remarking on that shared experience as easily as if Yasu meant a more ordinary school, as if the commonality wasn't there at all.] You're pretty good!

[As she sees Yasu lean in to look at her sketchbook, Mary pushes it across the piano towards her. She's far too extroverted to have that "don't look at anything I've ever created or I'll die" instinct shared by many a teenage artist.]

Yeah, go for it! You can look through it if you want.

[It's a large enough sketchbook that there's a few things on the page; idle doodles of roses and butterflies fill up a lot of the space in between drawings—they match the ones clumsily tattooed on her arm. In the center, Mary has been drawing a woman in tall heels and a cocktail dress with no head, posed dramatically, cracks running through her body. It's actually quite well done, considering her age.]

[commemoration]

Yes. I am a robot, albeit a bargain model that exists to serve our customers that come to our planetarium.

[She then does a polite bow of the head.]

My name is Yumemi Hoshino. It is a pleasure to meet you.

[unwittingking]

Huh. Might check it out, then, if they've got robots running things.

[They're a lot more knowledgable than humans or animals, so could be pretty informative.

He's tempted to offer a handshake in response to the introduction, but he figures a similar head bow would be more appropriate.]

King Milton. And...right back at you, Miss Hoshino.

interview

[scribbly]

[This flower TALKS?!?! That fucking rules, are you kidding!! There is a childlike delight in Mary, even though she is a whole ass teenager now, and she gleefully crouches down to Flowey's height, sketchbook set on her knees.]

Mary, I dunno, Ronald McDonald.

[Notably, if Flowey cares to observe, there's something...off about Mary's SOUL. She looks human, for all intents and purposes, but her SOUL, though certainly not a monster's, isn't a human's, exactly, either. It tries to be, but it's not. It's artificial. A fabricated heart.

Also there's some mustard on it, somehow.]

Who are you and what's your favorite color?

[unwittingking]

[...just sort of. Staring. At this literal child. Not even 'technically a teenager' age, he's pretty sure. And about one thing crosses the corgi's mind.]

Please tell me you didn't actually go though one of these things. That you're just here with someone else or something.

[nojohnyouare]

He's too small.

[Bear-san attempts to vacuum up a cookie, but it won't fit into his little robot mouth, and he just futilely vacuums it.]

But he always wonders if things are food. Making sure.

[i_em_legion]

There better not be any scary ones. [The food is forgotten for now, and she hugs the child-sized doll.] I thought parties were supposed to have pin the tail on the horse and stuff. Or video games! They had those on the ship, but I couldn't play.

[in_a_bottle]

Choir teacher, seriously? How does that lead to murder?

[unwittingking]

[More likely Anya is peering down, considering the corgi is shorter than her, even if he is standing on his back two paws.

And he is looking. Very concerned, about the literal grade schooler. Attending the party of murdergame veterans.]

[spychic]

...Hello, Doggy.

Do you talk like Dylan?

[This isn't her first intellectual doggo.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Watching robo-bear try to eat a cookie and failing is. Kind of entertaining, all things considered.]

I guess I can understand. Dorothy chews on so much, it almost seems like she's trying to see if things are edible.

Can I ask how you got him?

[Looks like something that he could use at home, so long as his siblings don't go overboard again.]

[your_best_friend]

[Flowey purses his lips in his own kind of half-uncomfortable half-sympathetic look himself as he sighs a little.]

Yeah, I get that, but I'm still trying to deal with a problem I've had since before the kidnapping.

[Flowey gets the pencil ready to write.]

I figured making a list of this stuff might be able to help me. I need your name, which I already know, your place of origin, where you were kidnapped to, and the individual that lead the whole thing, to start. That's all I'll write down.

[violence_ensues]

It's all part of a sheriff's duty! So how are things going with your family? Did you say you had the crush yet?

[ADORABAT NO.]

[violence_ensues]

If you want tepid, look in a mirror, birdbrain.

SIMON! BE NICE!

[Simon Flinches and now looks properly chastised.]

...And yes! I'm Adorabat. Part of the police force back at Pure Heart Valley. Who are you?

[violence_ensues]

[Bathugs? Bathugs!]

I'm doing great! I got to catch up with Mao Mao and Badgerclops and fight more crime and bad monsters!

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat gets a bit of an awkward grin as she rubs the back of her head with one wing, managing to stay flying with only the other.]

Oh, um... Yes, I did. But I helped squish the jerks who kidnapped me. That taught them to mess with a cop.

I'm Adorabat. A sheriff of Pure Heart Valley!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

I...guess that's reasonable...

[Still not something he likes, but he can put that aside for now, he supposes.]

Well, I'm from Camden Town, which is a part of a city called London, which is in a country called England. We were in a school called the Ira Academy, in a place called Closet Land. And the person who put it all together called himself Father, who I think was one of the seven kings of Closet Land, and I'm still not convinced he wasn't a demon of some kind, since he had fire powers.

[That's a good amount of details, right?]

[your_best_friend]

I'm sure you can slack off on your duties to research more! What're your superiors gonna do, kill you?

Although... I technically don't have a job. And have just been wandering around places in my world.

[Flowey may be hinting at something. Maybe.]

[steampunkborgia]

[Ugh, she so knew that would be the reaction. Lucrezia rolls her eyes in a very exaggerated way]

Take it up with whoever invited me. There's no way it was delivered to me by mistake, darling.

[How did it even happen, she doesn't know. The supernatural is beyond her comprehension, but that didn't stop her from messing with said forces for her own benefit. For all she knows, she got the attention of something that really wanted her to go to a party, and, well, who is she to say no? Just a very evil woman, but hey, even very evil women get to party from time to time]

Besides, for all I know as soon as I leave this party I'll be dead again. I'll stick around here for as long as I can. Peacefully, though, don't worry.

[As if to show goodwill, she takes a glass of eggnog, offering it]

Eggnog?