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

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Oh, thank dog he didn't bring anyone in his family to this party...]

Ah-no, not really, it's sort of-complicated really, haven't had the time-not even sure how I would talk about it...

[And it's devolving into mutterings.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...is every holiday this crazy at your house?

[Like?? He figured there was craziness in Turbo's life, but not to this level.]

And what happened next?

Re: interview

[your_best_friend]

[Hmm... I N T E R E S T I N G~... A weird SOUL... Flowey does jot down the answers given to him on the piece of paper.]

I see, I see... I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower! And my favorite color is that of determination: Red.

[Flowey has no need for a SOUL, not since he's come to realize that he can make his own form of love and compassion and emotions... eventually... But this does intrigue Flowey enough.]

Say, what's up with your SOUL, Mary?

[escardos]

[ cursed content, except i absolutely love this. let her be a weeb. ]

Hmm... there's not much I don't like! Oh, but I really like stuff that's like Full Metal Alchemist or Naruto! Evangelion is a classic, too, both the manga and the anime! Sci-fi stuff is really cool, but even better when it gets really weird.

[ he hums, thinking about what else he likes... it would probably be more difficult to find something that he doesn't enjoy. ] But horror is also really good-- in fact, I think that Junji Ito was probably possessed by the god of Manga. I'm still sure that there's one out there, even if my Professor said otherwise.

[your_best_friend]

[Writing, writing, writing... This is a good amount of info. Now, onto the other part...]

Now, this part you may not like so much, I don't know, but...

I need to to describe your feelings. Everything about how you felt about your time there. This won't be written down, but it still may help me.

[Now, why would this flower be asking such a strange and obtrusive question?]

[unwittingking]

[...glances at the open can of orange soda in his pawlm.

Considers it.

Decides.]

Screw it.

[And then he just. Downs the whole thing in one go. Three big gulps before the can is empty and gets crushed against his forehead.]

King Milton, father of six or seven, only three of which are also dogs, hater of celestial beings, and a shapeshifter. If you need to talk to anyone about having to squish people, I know a therapy dog that's been dealing with this kind of stuff.

[Mungo may or may not be worried about the number of patients sent his way because of King, but he has yet to tell him to stop, so he's not about to.]

[trickedges]

And what are the odds, exactly, that assuming infinite universes and infinite permutations thereof, that you'd stop at four of yourself when the circumstances might apparently facilitate otherwise?

[ one might be manageable if a handful and a menace, two requires assistance, three or four? no, he's outsourcing, someone get the professor in here.

also, as he regards the flat who isn't rambling, he can't help but think that if he ever met an alternate version of himself, he might be hard pressed to not deck him depending on when he's from. but instead all he's going to say is: ]

As for the clone thing ... I can honestly say that the notion has never crossed my mind, Flat. Should we also really be doing version numbers considering it seems things for the two of you have diverged ... somewhat significantly?

[ actually how does someone quantify something like that... ]

But yes, hello. Pleasure to meet you. You apparently already know who I am, but Roxis Rosenkrantz.

[scribbly]

[Mary begins HMMMM-ing at his answer as though taking this flower very seriously, opening her sketchpad to jot something down in return, although really she's just gone ahead and started doodling him. Though she has more questions, she pauses at his.]

My soul? What do you mean? [She seems genuinely confused—and then she squints.] Is this some kind of weird religious thing?

[your_best_friend]

No, not a religious thing. Why would it be?

I'm talking about your SOUL, the very culmination of your being.

[Hmm... The best way to explain would be to initiate a FIGHT.]

I can show you, if you're interested.

[scribbly]

[Mary nods along eagerly, grinning wider and wider.]

Yeah, yeah! I love weird stuff, as long as it's action-y too, you know? My sister likes all sorts of artsy things but I just get bored watching them... Oh! And I love Junji Ito! You're so right!

[She begins flipping rapidly through her sketchbook, grinning wide.] I draw fanart of his characters sometimes. Take a look!

[i tried to google 'worst juji ito monsters' for examples and the first thing i got was a cat with WAY too many spider legs coming out of its mouth so i stopped googling. But that's the one she's drawn and his showing him, clearly quite proud of herself. She's an impressive artist for her age, honestly, and while she's certainly far from imitating Junji Ito's style, she's getting the grotesque details down alarmingly well, all things considered.] This is one of my favorites. Super cute, right?!

[WHAT]

[unwittingking]

[It takes him a second, at least partially because he's trying to remember if he knows anyone named Dylan, before shaking his head and focusing again, forcing a smile on his face.]

Ah, yeah, I talk! Was just sort of...spacing out, for a second there.

I'm King. Was just wondering if you were here with your parents.

[And if Anya's powers are working, she can note that that was, in fact, not what he was wondering. He was, and still is, internally panicking about whether or not this literal kindergartener was in a murdergame, and if he needs kill someone for doing such a thing.

Because dads are going to be dads, even when it's not their kids.]

[lets_dewey_it]

Motherf- Hey! _{[He is going to dodge backward while also swinging his arms in front of himself to rapidly slap away at her hand when it tries to get close.]}

[scribbly]

Usually if someone starts talking about souls all of a sudden they're trying to give me a pamphlet.

[She seems dubious still, but in the way of someone who doesn't quite believe in magic being offered to see a trick—which isn't far off from where she's at, considering the complete lack of it in both her murdergame and her new life. But, like, this talking flower is pretty cool—he reminds her of the gallery—so whatever, right?]

Suuuuure?

[rowboats]

[ hey mary what's up--






nevermind! ]

[lets_dewey_it]

It turns out, Scrooge had swapped all of the presents out with coal because he thought of it as a more "practical gift"—part of that long story I mentioned! Not knowing that only naughty kids get coal! But he realized that was wrong, which us why they came back to the mansion!

There was very little time left in the night left for just one sleigh to go to every house, but Scrooge had a plan himself! Everyone else in the mansion each rode on a reindeer, and we split up across the world in order to deliver the real gifts!

Also it turned out Santa was faking that injury in a bid to get Scrooge to come out of his shell. Which worked, because now Scrooge lets Santa come into the mansion whenever he wants! Just as long as he uses the front door.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Great question! And one that Dylan can't help but wonder as well.]

Is that...really necessary? I don't know how telling you about my feelings could help. Especially when they should be...pretty obvious, I think.

[As far as he's concerned, feelings about something like that should be universal.]

[your_best_friend]

[And just like that, Flowey initiates a battle. There, Flowey can get a better look at Mary's SOUL. Interesting~.]

And there you have it! That floating heart-shaped object is your SOUL! I've never seen one quite like it!

Edward Cullen ✨ Twilight ✨ Castle Whimsical r2

[bellabellabella]

Jamjar
[Anyone who does not know him may notice a very pale but strikingly handsome young man chilling, leaning against the wall and studying the crowd with an interested, albeit mildly disturbed, expression. Normal humans may have some kind of instinctive aversion to him, a moment of adrenaline at the sight of what looks like a boy before their rational self smooths past that, because of course he's only a boy, and younger than most of the people who are here. The sudden, instinctive warning of danger, of something wrong, is perhaps only because, well, everyone here has been involved with murder, on one level or another. He has softened that sharpened edge of danger a good deal, and instead of apprehension he may draw eyes because he is very pretty.

Anyone who is familiar with him may notice that their resident vampire bud is only almost entirely unchanged from when they saw him last. There is one notable exception--his eyes, instead of crimson, are a pale amber.

Their thoughts are, at least, an interestingly unfamiliar background buzz running through his mind, but he's watching and listening more than talking, at least for now. Still, he'll smile politely, without showing too much of his white, white teeth, if someone approaches. His voice is as pleasant to listen to as he is pleasant to look at. He is built all of physical allures.]

I'd had no idea there would be so many people here. I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, however. If one person had the idea to run one of these games, a million others have as well.

Christmas at the Cullens
[Alternately, if you would rather, what with new interdimensional friends that Edward has made, Alice has 100% seized the opportunity to throw a Christmas party for everyone to come to. There are a number of very very pretty very pale people scattered around a gigantic room with a huge glass window that engulfs the entire side of the house, with a twenty foot tree decorated in the center of the room and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. Holly is everywhere, mistletoe is hung over corners, a red silk ribbon runs the length of the long banister up the stairs, decorated with bows and golden bells. Music is playing softly in the background. Everyone has a tasteful and expensive gift sitting, wrapped in glossy paper, beneath the giant tree, and music is playing softly in the background.]

[escardos]

Rosenkrantz! Got it, that gives me what I need. Nice to meet you!

[ with an excited bob of the head, it seems that flat-a pulls out his smartphone to write something...a quick scroll... there's the game title...and, oh, there's the wiki--

with a final thought to add this game to his ever growing queue, flat 1.0 pockets his phone before flat 2.0 can peek a look and continues. ]

Well, we still both go by "Flat" and sure, technically the structure of our souls is a bit different, but I would say that we're still "Flat". I won't go by any other name.

And neither will I!

[ nodding in unison, flat-a continues. ]

I never thought I had it in me to be romantic, though. Murder games really are a good place to build character bonds, huh! I would say that he's a good 5. Perfectly average. Congrats!

[ flat and flat high five, because clearly this is a great thing to celebrate. ]

[nojohnyouare]

He was an AI recreation of a bear-san. Living in the simulation our brains were uploaded to when we died.

[Mai sounds a little hesitant, if only because she's been very, very slowly learning social skills now that she has more than one or two friends.]

...NPC? I think is the word. And when we were freed and restored... We got to take him with us. He was uploaded into this body.

[twoasone]

[ Huh, Daniel seems to be more chill than usual-

Shin has to do a double take. The only person he's told about his experience in Krakow was Eddie. And this was supposed to be only for people who've had similar experiences! Danny should not be here!

Unless... ]

Danny? [ He approaches with his arms hidden in his sleeves, eyes wide with shock. ] Had you been dragged into one of these murdergames as well?

[trickedges]

[ excuse the fuck out of him ]

What is it, exactly, that you've been telling yourself about me?

[ he will address anything else after ]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...he-he didn't know only the naughty kids got coal?

[That's? One of the basics?? Of Christmas rules???]

Sorry, it's cool that you managed to save Christmas and your family is good terms with Santa-[Sentences you never thought you'd say for 500, Alex]-but I just. I don't know how he couldn't have known that coal goes to the bad kids. I thought that was common knowledge?

[Or are things different in duck world? Are there debates about what Santa's favorite baked good is? Has someone gotten into a fistfight with the Easter bunny over him breaking into their house and trying to take their eggs? These thoughts and more scroll through Dylan's head as he considers a world where holiday figures are real and there is confusion about their customs.]

[allegedprisoner]

[ Luca stops perusing the sodas for a moment to glance at the talking corgi. ]

How many times?

[ Blink blink. ]

[zackthekiller]

. . .

Okay, two questions.

One, where the fuck is she and two, are you telling me she got dragged into one of those murder shithole places?!