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

[theundertaken]

[He lets out a huff.]

Man, that was freaking weird. Space was so fucking weird.

[mopocalypse]

I guess so, but whenever you actually tell the story, then people get all sad? I mean, in my experience whenever I tell any story it always takes forever and people get lost and complain and are like, are you sure you need to spend all that time talking about all your escape plans that never worked, which, of course I do! Everyone needs to hear about the time I watched The Bearshank Redemption in the media room and came up with a plan to dig our way out of the hotel walls with spoons and cover up the property damage with pictures of naked ladies! That's the kind of levity that makes the grueling misery of murder land worth it! 《Shock!》 I mean, I don't actually know for sure what levity means, I keep meaning to look it up but then I get distracted and go do other stuff.

[nojohnyouare]

I wonder if those are still around. In real life. Since it was based on a real time.

[theundertaken]

God. I never thought of that. [He takes a drink.] I mean, maybe??? Those food Jedi guys were still around, right?

[tellthestory]

Yeah, no - if you skip all the lead-up and failed attempts, the end doesn't hit the same.

[himbomb]

[Oh! It’s his fuzzy-faced friend who isn’t an asshole. Despite Rex’s curmudgeonly expression he is happy to see Jared, even though the hero assumes that the cheerful fellow has mistaken the mistletoe for edible vegetation.

Flatly, and as if on cue, Rex replies:]

Don’t eat that.

[Then, a little more snidely:]

The salad bar’s over that way.

[profkowalski]

Oh, no, I know what that's for. [He is making sure not to stand directly under it just in case that makes things awkward.] I'm talking about the sweets they have over there! I guess people brought a bunch of stuff from all their different worlds. [He gestures over at said snack table, which does seem to have quite the assortment.]

...do you think you'd be cursed if you ate the mistletoe, though? That's, like...interfering with romance or something, isn't it?

[your_best_friend]

[Flowey rolls his eyes at the swear word. Really? Come on.]

Honestly, kudos to your mayor. Swearing is overrated and just makes you look like an edgy tryhard. If you can say things, you can say things without the unnecessary swears.

I ourgrew them.

Anyways, my group didn't have any challenges at all. Usurper ordered a couple people to round up a bunch of criminals and have them kill each other by throwing motives at them.

Actually,. I should say "kill" in quotes, since our essences were modified to make us immortal. In reality, all the "dead" were put into stasis.

[himbomb]

Aaah, newsflash, Kowalski?

My love life’s already fucked.

[Somebody is a little miffed his medieval sweetheart hasn’t called as of recent. Libra is a man of many talents- Technology, however, has never been his strong suit.]

I could use that sexual harassment sprig as toilet paper and it wouldn’t make a goddamn difference! All my relationships seem to go to hell in a screwed up, shit-covered handbasket. But you know what? It’s not the right holiday to be pissy about that!

[Rex’s nose remains upturned as he saunters over to the desserts, as per Jared’s request. The gymnast doesn’t say it out loud, especially because they aren’t locked in a killing game at this very moment, but there is something wildly comforting about Jared’s tendency to appreciate simple joys.

Rex often needs to be reminded that they exist.]

How many of these chocolate froggy things- [Why, yes, those are indeed just frogs covered in chocolate…] Do ya think it would take to make Slimon puke? Or…

Would he hurl just lookin’ at ‘em?

I’m askin’ for a friend.

[profkowalski]

[Jared listens and wisely decides not to say anything about how his own relationship is going, simply reaching up to pat Rex on the shoulder in an attempt at comfort. When they reach the snacks, he looks at the frogs, tapping his chin.]

I bet he'd bite one if he couldn't see the frog underneath. And then probably scream and throw the rest into the air. [Jared looks up, eyes following an imaginary half-frog trajectory.]

[trashrabbit]

It's just been so long!!

[What, is he supposed to just NOT be excited about that?! But he'll go ahead and release her after a moment.]

How have you been?

[dereban]

No kidding--you're so fucking tall now, what the hell?

[dereban]

We wouldn't have a proper machine, but we'd have like-- our phones and stuff like that.

[keyringwitness]

Th- that's the thing! [Yasu outright huffs, almost crosses her arms, remembers that Kakuya is still asleep in her lap, and opts to just simmer in stillness. Looks like Damian's hit a sore spot.] Without her, we'd... we'd all be either brainwashed or dead twice over because of that d- demon that calls himself "Father."

Kakuya's the one who snapped us out of becoming his perfect, um, little sheep in the first place, and when Father finally lost his patience with how closely we were sticking together despite everything, she was the one who turned the tables on him and put him in one of his own monster cages before he could kill us...

A- And when he first realized that we broke out of his conditioning, he was going to dispose of us just like that! If it wasn't for Kakuya, then we all would've died before we got the chance to do anything. [Yasu pauses for breath, then sheepishly appends,] T- T- To be fair, she, um, convinced him it'd be more fun to d- do the death game thing, which is how she got us our, er, stay of execution, and she kept it going even after she locked him up because she was bored... which was, um, bad... but if she didn't care about us at all she would've just let us die, and she wouldn't have disguised herself to try and make friends with us either.

[She sighs, petting Kakuya to calm herself down.] S- Sorry. I guess it's, it's... I know it's weird to say this about someone who trapped us in that awful game, but I'm s- still frustrated that everyone treated her so badly. That's why everything was such a mess in the end, I think...

Rantaro Amami | Danganronpa V3 | Lockdown/15S

[whatsmytalentagain]

[ He may look a bit more world weary than any young adult ought to look, but going through four murdergames in a row (including the Monokuma ones) can do that to someone.

Makes this gathering more relaxing in comparison.

He's mostly chilling on the sidelines, maybe giving a friendly wave to anyone he recognizes (unless you're Gogol) and joining in any party games that look fun. Forewarning, though. If a new person tries to talk to him, he will hold up a finger for a second before fishing out a journal from his messenger bag and showing you one of the front pages: ]

Can't speak, long story. Bear with me while I write out my responses.

[ So... Yeah. Hope that's not too much of an issue. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Mhm... [ Rantaro gives Mitarai a warm smile and a nod. Good to see you too, buddy.

Rantaro was just gonna chill out here for a bit. He's not going out of his way to be social, but he won't turn anyone away. Especially not someone who he got to know well, even if the animator turned out to be... ]

Oh! [ He holds up finger, signaling Mitarai to wait while he pulls a journal from his bag and writes a quick message to show him. ]

Kept your video safe.

[twoasone]

[ Shin narrows his eyes. ] So that's why...

[ Shin seems a bit more cautious than Danny might remember. Something must have happened to make him lose any amount of trust in Gray's operation and his fellow angels... ]

The Reverend will have a hard time finding someone like that. If I learned anything from my time in Krakow, it's that people tend to be complicated beings. The persuit of perfection is sadly a fool's errand.

[ Danny's face, though... Seems he has his own doubts?

Shin offers a half hearted smile of his own, lazily waving his hand to one side. ]

But enough about me for now. What became of you? Still working with Father Gray, perhaps?

[temmapathy]

[Unfortunately, Emma has already learned about swears from the Internet.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's like that. [A pause.] I think the REALLY little ones are just here with their parents?

[nojohnyouare]

Some of them. And Akira had their power? With the burger. Unsure.

[mopocalypse]

Right? Everything's important! Then again, maybe I just suck at explaining stuff. Probably, since I forget a lot of things. You sound like you're good at this stuff, though.

[mopocalypse]

That sounds fun! A couple of us got our phones out of the prize machine, too. One of them had, like, a zillion selfies with his girlfriend, so it was super obvious whose it was.

[cyberpunkrock]

[Priss shakes her head and sighs.] Guess you can't get childcare on short notice if all your buddies are also invited. Death school with a bunch of kids, though. Sounds either tamer or somehow more of a sh -- mess than we had.

[mindofathief]

Yeah.

[He sets the plate aside. There was a point where so many terrible people changed for the worse. Everyone had the opportunity to make amends, whether it was a distant father or a king. There were so many missed chances for reconciliation, and Duster is all the better for moving on instead of waiting for an apology that would never happen.]

We just have to make that hopeful thing happen.

[mopocalypse]

[She leans a little against Duster and continues to eat the snacks from the table.]

That's kinda what we do, so it should be no trouble, no trouble. Though I still have no idea who sent us here.

[mindofathief]

[Duster thinks for a second.]

Santa?