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

[dereban]

I didn't have any specific karaoke room in any of the places we went to, but we did some karaoke even without it.

[scribbly]

No kidding! [She follows Emma's finger, grinning.] It's always nice to have family around, right? Which one of you is older?

—Oh, hey, you have a pet pig?! That rules! Aaah, I can't even convince mom and dad to let me have a cat, never mind a pig... [SIIIIIGH] What's Polly like? Do you have a picture of her?

[allegedprisoner]

[ He glances over and- Oh. Hello, love. He smiles for a second before thinking... ]

News about what, exactly?

[hashtagwoof]

You're telling me...

[ Hunter finally managed to get a haircut since the whole murder school thing. He was out and about mingling and taking selfies, but even he needed a break from the crowd. ]

There's probably a good reason most murderous creeps don't target kids.

[folkscallmewander]

See? I knew you two can find a way to be friends! [Tip's far less suspicious of aliens now, thankfully. It's made his surprise visits to her world less of an issue apart from Sylvia trying to explain that most people like a bit of a warning before he shows up.] Does he want anything for the holidays? Oh, maybe a sweater?

[barberic]

[Benjamin takes the offered cup, but doesn't immediately drink.]

Antonio.

[He nods, then after a second his polite smile breaks into a grin.]

Happy Christmas, my friend.

[mcfife]

[He is a hardened Scot. Angus does not take sips, he takes shots. He throws the glass up, gulps down half of the remaining drink, drops the glass back down, and chokes.

By the gods is this liquid thick!]

[mindofathief]

...I want to believe anyone can change. But they have to accept that they were wrong. People...don't like to think that they ever made a mistake. [Like many of the family members that made the Despair Delinquents who they are.]

[mindofathief]

[A nod mixed with a shrug.]

I've been busy, but I like the parts where I can just sit down with my friends.

[pardonmylanguage]

[Look, it helps to meet other aliens who are far less colonialist and also not frying your world with lasers.]

Oh man, I bet he'd love a koobish sweater. Do you know what those are, or should I draw one for you?

[temmapathy]

Yeah, I guess outside of Closetland they can just abduct anyone they want. Apparently there was even one where they were all supposed to date each other.

[temmapathy]

No! [She actually looks a bit indignant at that.] Me and my friends were stuck in one of those games too, just like the rest of you guys.

[temmapathy]

He is, but only by two years, which isn't THAT much. [They were on pretty equal footing in the murderschool, after all.]

Oh, she's really curious and loves running around and hunting for food! Sometimes we hide treats around the house so she can find them. And yeah, I think I have some photos right here... [Emma reaches into her pocket, pulling out a digital camera which she clicks to a photo of herself holding a small albino piglet in her arms.]

[cheapdivorce]

[She tilts her head, but doesn't comment on it for now.] Name's Audrey. Audrey Gravescreams if you feel like being formal for some reason.

[ordinarythings]

Well, I was mostly wondering if there was anything from our..."original" worlds? Hm, that still doesn't feel like the best way to put it. I may have only memories of that place, but I'd still like to know how exactly it's getting on.

[folkscallmewander]

[That is a very valid standard to have when it comes to making friends.]

I think so? They're more like cylinders, with the arms here? [He gestures an approximation where where he believes J. Lo's arms holes would go.]

[keyringwitness]

Reika!

[While Yasu smiles more often than she used to, they're usually small, almost secret quirks of the mouth, like happiness is something she can't afford to waste. But when she sees Reika again, she unleashes a radiant grin.]

It's been so long... we, um, didn't really get to talk much right after you c- came back, so I was wondering how you were doing...

[barberic]

[It's a good thing that Benji is used to the Balladeer just coming up to him and saying completely cryptic, otherwise he might've been inclined to ask.]

I've been well. Planning to go back to barber school, as soon as I have the money.

What about you? Been staying busy?

[keyringwitness]

Exactly! M- Maybe the mascot head can be a, um, horse or something? The headless horseman joke is right there, but the pumpkin is too obvious, and having an actual horse head would really make it go the extra mile.. plus it's, uh, more distinctive! [For once, Yasu is stuttering because she's excited instead of choking on her own anxiety.

But as Mary talks about Beatrice (her Beatrice), a complicated emotion creeps in at the corners of Yasu's smile. She stares down at the witch, almost looking like she wants to reach into the drawing and grab her hand.] I think the pigtails are cute. They're a lot prettier than that bun I was supposed to end up with, at least...

[scribbly]

[Of course, Mary does not understand what Yasu means—cannot possibly, of course. That she was supposed to end up with? What a strange thing to say. But there is something in the way this strange girl looks at the drawing, this culmination of so much of the love Mary holds onto alone, that sets Mary at ease. Just a little. That strange sense, despite that she does not understand, of someone who gets it.]

You like them? I styled them like my big sister did. [There's a softness to that, less of the wild energy that is her default, that comes back as Mary continues:] I like to draw her with all kinds of hairstyles, but I think the pigtails are my favorite. Aah, but it's hard to draw them and the hat!

[A big tilt of her head as she considers.] The bun you were supposed to...? Well, there's all sorts of ways to style something like that to make it fancy. Your hair's probably long enough! But even besides the pigtails, it's probably long enough for all kinds of nice braids and stuff, too, if [and she winks, conspiratorial,] you don't wanna do what you're supposed to.

[noblesnow]

[Oh her gosh. Reika is truly blessed.]

I've been well. I was elected student council president, among... other things. [Magical girl bullshit.]

What about you? Have you two been doing well? Behaving yourselves? [As if to clarify the last part, she offers her hand to Kakuya like she's meeting a puppy.]

[doctorize]

[Danny has a bitter smile of his own now in response to this particular question.]

"A pure being who knows only murder, and nothing more."

[...]

Or something like that. [He laughs.] I suppose in the Reverend's eyes, those of us who still had any desires for things outside of that were still too human for his liking to be able to become the angels he desired.

[ladiesfirst]

[Eruna puts a hand to her cheek where Eliza kissed her, and after a moment of fighting past whatever mental blue screen she just had--]

I'm never going to wash this cheek again.

[ERUNA NO]

[dejabrew]

[Already he's pouring milk into a steaming pitcher and pumping chocolate syrup into a small cup.]

Sometimes when it's cold outside, it's nice to have something warm to drink.

[The milk makes a loud hiss as it begins to steam, but the sound quickly settles down as he looks down his nose at something on the machine, watching carefully to make sure that the milk doesn't get too hot for a clearly little mouth.]

Hot chocolate is just like chocolate milk, but it's warm and cozy. And it has whipped cream on top.

[commemoration]

I see.

[That is quite a lot of information to process, but Yumemi nods in understanding all the same.]

Until now, I genuinely did not realize that there were other "games" like the one I was made to play. It is... startling, to be honest, imagining so many people going through such circumstances like this.