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There's No Place Like Traumabonding for the Holidays
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!
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Christmas started with Scrooge and Santa together.
Long ago, Scrooge was trying to make money selling coal, but wasn't getting anywhere until he met Santa. Scrooge was a bit... abrasive trying to sell his coal, but good ol' Santa, he was giving toys away for free! And that day, both of them happened to come across a workshop full of elves. Santa was let into their workshop, out of the cold, for being so nice, and he said Scrooge was with him.
Inside the workshop, the elves' fireplace went out until Santa threw some of Scrooge's coal into it, and every elf in there was willing to pay for it, and then, Santa bragged that Scrooge could deliver coal to every person in the world, by Christmas morning! Scrooge was going to protest, but... Santa said he'd help. That day, they became both friends and business partners!
There's more to the story that Webby and Scrooge told me, if you wanna listen to this old geezer ramble on. [He said that last part in a joking tone.]
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For a moment, Dylan just. Looks at his paws as he brings them up. And starts moving them like. He's counting? He's definitely counting. And these numbers...do not make sense.]
Okay...next question, and sorry for asking so many, but. This is a lot to take in.
Did Scrooge find the fountain of youth? Or a spell to keep him young forever? Because that's...hundreds of years...
[Is Dewey related to an immortal being? Does that mean Dewey is immortal? Is the secret of immortality something that can be shared? Is it something anyone would WANT to share? The questions are endless, but he's sticking to just one right now. If only because he's not sure he can take the answers to the others.]
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hell if he knows, he never went to church]That's. Wow.
Anything about your family that seems normal? Or is it pretty much crazy adventures 24/7 there?
[Said more affectionately, because this is the good kind of crazy, he's pretty sure. He's also half expecting to hear one of the first ducks on the moon was in his family, at this rate.]
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[...you know what, he's just gonna ask outright.]
Any chance you've got an uncle or some other relative that has some space experience? Or have you not reached that far yet?
[He doubts it, with how accomplished this family is, but it would be good to check!]
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See, my mom didn't just go into space. She crashed on the moon. Everyone lost contact with her for 11 years. Of course, she lived, using some gum that Dr. Gearloose invented that gave her all the nutrients and oxygen she needed—even though it was black licorice flavor, and she was able to get back to Earth after so long with the help of the Moonlanders—that is, the moon aliens.
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But. This is sounds like a lot in more ways than one. So instead of focusing on that during the fun holiday party, he'll instead ask the next question after all of those...]
Black licorice flavor?
[Who is Dr. Gearloose and who hurt them so bad that they created such a thing.]
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It is pretty cool, yeah. [Extremely impressive, too!] I'm guessing that means no one is too keen on going back to space, though?
[When a relative gets stuck on the moon for eleven years, probably presumed dead, space travel probably sounds a lot less appealing...]
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