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]

...jeez.

[So much to take in from that. Multiple games in one universe. Different themes for each one. An entire network of people being behind it all. Their afterlife breaking, probably putting their lives at risk. Then it changes again, trying to convince them into staying. This may be a human that's older than him, but a part of Dylan wants to give this girl a comforting hug.

That might be a little too awkward, though. He hasn't even gotten a name yet from her. Maybe something to make the conversation less focused on the bad things? Well, she did say something that he's wondering about...]

What's a love hotel?

[oh, this poor twelve year old in dog years...]

[ichbindereinzelganger]

No, thankfully, I wasn't murdered. I wasn't there at the time when the "game" happened.

[ichbindereinzelganger]

Oh, thanks.

[nom nom nom]

...

................

[Head tilt]

Huh. Interesting combination. It's definitely different.



May I have another?

[mindofathief]

They escaped on a ship? Like how King P in my world was able to travel to a time and place where he wasn't barred from. They might've used the interdimensional portal to get to other worlds and teach them about the games.

[ranked27]

If you ask for the truth, then I will answer: I cannot guarantee it. This might be the last time we meet.

[It's blunt, but Mary has gone through a lot, overcame it, and has been living a good life, he judges she can hear such things without softening it up. Realistically speaking, meeting today was astronomically unlikely due to, well, obvious reasons]

However.

[Oh, there's more]

That we met today is an immovable, unquestionable fact. It should have been impossible, yet something made it happen, for reasons as frivolous as a holiday party. We may not know the cause nor the reason, but nothing indicates it's impossible it will happen again, just like this or in any other way.

Don't make seeing each other again be a goal to strive for, but don't close off to the possibility it can happen. Think of it as rolling the same number a dozen times with dice for fun. It will be remarkable when it happens, but you lose nothing if it doesn't.

[And since Ronove isn't one to leave things up in the air, of course he's going to be prepared if such a situation happens again. Saying things like 'if' won't do, because now that it happened once, nothing says it won't happen again, and when it does he'll be prepared, as it's only right]

Besides, this is a holiday party. Holidays happen on a yearly basis, don't they? If the host is consistent, next year there should be one to.

[So if it happens again it's likely it will be in a situation like this one!]

[ichbindereinzelganger]

[O-oh no. It's a puppy. A cute puppy.




Would the puppy like some pets while she feeds him a few pieces of cheeeeeeese???]

[lets_dewey_it]

Yeah, I've been fine! And everyone back home's been well too! How about you? Has everyone been doing okay? _{[He gently smiled. Despite the sort of... grim reasoning behind this Christmas party, he still wanted to make sure everyone was having fun.]}

1/2

[pairtner]

.......!

[Connecting the dots of what's going on is easy enough. It's the same trick she uses, isn't it? Or something similar. Some form of projection. Yes, that has to be it! But to hide the entirety of Misfire under a--wait, no, now that she takes a better look, something is clearly off about this appearance, so she should have suspected something was wrong! But also, this reunion has all kinds of people with different features, enough it would be wrong to make guesses--

But oh, this is Misfire. That's what's important here.]

2/2

[pairtner]

[And since it's Misfire she has to save face. Were it anyone else, perhaps she would have apologized and admitted she hadn't noticed, but no way she can do that with Misfire. He's not going to let her live it down]

Ah--o-of course I already knew that! I was skillfully avoiding an awkward situation in case there were people overhearing us. This is what is known as 'being tactful'. Well? Aren't I the most considerate AI you have ever known?

[There are very few times Aiba gets really nervous. Somehow, being caught with her guard down like this made it happen]

(tw mention of underage smoking) also I am totally fine with them

[conways_retribution]

I'm something of a "rules breaker", you know. Of course I'm sure. _{[He gave a half-shrug.]} Besides, if the teachers are so uppity about it, they can just not drink and keep the babies away from it. _{[Not that he'd care either way, seeing as Jake had let Akira smoke with him without a care.]}

[nekromanteia]

My, not at all. I so dearly love being surrounded by utter chaos.

[washingawaysins]

I'm more surprised the Future Foundation wasn't more involved in one way or another.

[The man in a sweaterstanding next to Loid is roughly his height, if a bit broader in the shoulders. His age is hard to tell, between the silver that's nearly taken up more real estate in his hair than his natural dirty blonde and the crows feet at the corners of his eyes behind his oval glasses and the prominent freckles scattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his (more than once) broken nose. Under one arm he holds a chubby giggling toddler with a messy mop of dark blonde hair and similar freckles like a sack of potatoes.

Wash holds out his free hand to Loid, his posture a (what's probably familiar to Loid as) military discipline straight despite the wiggling child on his hip.]

Wash Fey.

[violence_ensues]

[A nearby blue bat with a yellow heart on her chest heard what this stranger said. She huffs a little.]

If I knew about them and they weren't outside of my jurisiction, I'd squish every jerkbutt kidnapper.

[violence_ensues]

That sounded like it would've been fun for y'all!

[Adorabat kind of wishes she could've seen the musical accompaniment battle. When the dress gets mentioned, she goes and looks it over, flying out of Jeanne's arms and all around her.]

Oooooh... It looks pretty...

[rockthistown]

[In the distance, the actual otoge heroine who showed up sneezes and trips over something.

Hime slowly comes back out from behind the tree.]

I don't get it. Does that mean you can change what happens like they can?

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai blinks but takes it in stride.]

I thought owl-san usually ate other birds. But there are other things too.

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai pauses and processes that this might've been a poor idea.]

...Inappropriate. Because that round was inappropriate too. Kip's fault.

«english is in these now»

[mopocalypse]

Yeah, or maybe built their own! Or someone else built one and kidnapped one of them like what happened to us, and they taught them about it there! Shock! The victim becomes the teacher! They then move throughout the worlds to find villains to share their plans with! Going door to door like a religious evangelist! The cult of «die school»! Converting everyone and not even giving them free stuff!

[emberserker]

[Anna rolls her eyes and sips her egg nog.]

I'm certain every child at this sort of event has seen a great deal worse than a drunken idiot making passes at their parents and relations.

[mindofathief]

What's even the point? What does anyone gain from running this?

...I guess, I think there was a magic ritual involved with some of these people. [Wasn't there one person talking about an alchemy circle?]

[mopocalypse]

Maybe it's also just making people miserable for the sake of it, like for us.

The Duke | Resident Evil 8 | Ars Arcana

[theduke]

[Somewhere outside, where the air is crisp and cold and just perfect for escaping from the hustle and bustle inside, there's a carriage that's almost comically small for the size of its driver, with no sign of beasts to pull it, and a delicious smell wafting from the smoke that's rising from the carriage's chimney.

The master of the carriage is a large man in refined clothes a few sizes too small, as comfortable in his humble carriage as a king on his throne. Of course, TITASS alumni will recognize him immediately, and of course, he recognizes them by name, but even if you've never met him before he seems perfectly happy for the company.]

Ah, good evening! I love a good party, don't you? Perhaps I can interest you in a little last-minute shopping. Or I've just made some fresh sarmale to share, really keep out the winter chill.

[mindofathief]

It's senseless. [He tosses a carrot slice into his mouth and chomps on it.] I'll never understand why some people want to drive others into despair. Monaca...needed someone to help her instead of driving her to kidnap us all.

[mindofathief]

[Once in a while, you just have to get out of the building and bask in the quiet isolation of the outdoors. Except there's a guy here who seems to be providing servies. Duster isn't all that interested in the shopping, but playing live music uses up a lot of energy, and he does need more food...]

What's sarmale? [He leans in to smell a hint of it]

eurydice | hadestown | it's curtains r3

[howtheworldwas]

[ While her time spent in an evil school run by a deranged chorus teacher wasn't exactly what anyone would call fun, it has helped Eurydice relax around strangers. Somewhat. It's why she's hanging around the party, mostly as a wallflower, rather than up and leaving immediately. Growth!

Besides, she can appreciate celebrating a peaceful change in the seasons. Celebrating the winter, of all things, is still a concept that's fairly new to her, but there's something about light and cheer in spite of the cold. Orpheus would like this, she thinks. (Or maybe that's the spiked eggnog talking.)

Regardless, she's in a good mood, so if anyone comes to join her, she'll raise her glass and offer a warm half-smile. ]

Hey. Here for a break?

[ Later on in the night, when Eurydice's gotten good and drunk merry, someone finally drags her off the wall and pushes her into a makeshift dance circle. She laughs brightly, and offers you a hand. ]

Come on, don't make me suffer through this alone!