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

[encelevenemus]

[shit you're so right]

It has not. Very likely because I predate the Chosen by some hundred generations.

[glancing down at tgat camera you magicked out of space, prompto]

But I suspect myself harder to recognize outside of my armor.

[photoshooter]

...You know, maybe I won't ask. Maybe that's the healthy thing. Maybe I'll walk away, find Noct at some other we-semi-survived-a-slaughter party, and laugh about how I almost but definitely did not smack one of his great-great-great-greatgreatgreat ancestors' backsides without my contacts.

[encelevenemus]

Gods, would that I could call that the strangest thing to ever happen to me.

[photoshooter]

I probably shouldn't ask about that, either.

...

...Buuuuuut I'm gonna. What was the strangest thing? I wanna see if I can beat it. You know, for bragging rights.

[encelevenemus]

On a list longer than I would care to recount, something between aiding in slaying Death incarnate or being cut down by a small purple draconic woman.

[Or what may or may not have happened in the astronomy tower. But he's taking that one to every possible iteration of the grave.]

[photoshooter]

Hmm. Nope, I think I win, but I don't think you're gonna like why.

[encelevenemus]

I can venture a guess.

[he has been quietly seething this entire party]

[photoshooter]

No, no, trust me, it was even weirder with the space ghost pirates around!

[encelevenemus]

[The Founder King, bastion of stoic calm and pragmatic sensibility, sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache a ghost should not have.]

The what.

[photoshooter]

The space ghost pirates. In the computer sim where our brains ended up if we got offed.

I think I heard he got murdered with a cookie.

[encelevenemus]

A-

Unholy power, immortality beyond all human reckoning, a two thousand year prophecy, and he was murdered by a cookie?! Ifrit's corpse, who does he think he is?!

[photoshooter]

Eh, that's a better question for him than for me. I lost track of all his new last names, and it's hard to stay in touch when I've been busy still kinda trying to kill the version of him plaguing my Eos and all.

[encelevenemus]

[muttering angrily in Old Lucian with a hand pressed to his face]

I should have just ignored the invitation. I am far too old to entertain this absurdity.

[photoshooter]

Aw, I'm sure you don't look a day over eleventy billion. Though I still can't really see.

For real, though, which one are you? Noct has more ancestors than there are Justice Monsters.

[encelevenemus]

[and that's another 9999 damage to his pride]

Somnus Lucis Caelum, Founder King of Lucis. Or commonly 'the Mystic', if you prefer.

And you would be...?

[photoshooter]

Oh. Uh.

[Ohhhh snapppp. It's like meeting George Washington in the flesh and mistakenly bro hug bumping him.]

I'm... Prompto Argentum. N-normal Lucian citizen, mostly. [A beat.] Noct's my best friend. Nice to meet you, uh. Your. Majesty.

[At least he remembers, very belatedly, to bow?]