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

Bolton White | OC/NPC | Airlocked R1/R4

[dejabrew]

[It's been nearly four years since the finale of Airlocked!, live on the air in front of millions.

Since then, Bolton has lived a quiet, happy life with his husband and their best friend, keeping busy with his relentlessly queer Portland cafe.

In fact, it's so hard to take the Champion Barista out of the bar that he's brought it with him - he has a portable espresso bar with the cafe logo on the front of it, a carved wooden sign that says "Bean Me Up Bistro" over a UFO with a giant coffee bean in its tractor beam. A sandwich board sign propped up next to it lists the specials and limited food items:

Gay Apparel Ugly Sweater Cookies
Butter Watch Out Croissant
Holiday Cheermeister Lemon Bars (dairy free)
Reindeer $#!t Chocolate-Covered Coffee Beans (dairy free)

(Flat) White Christmas - A flat white topped with grated nutmeg
Matchabees - Green tea oatmilk latte (dairy free)
Baby, It's Cold Brew-side - Bean Me Up's custom limited holiday cold brew
Gelt-y Pleasure - Dark Chocolate Salted Caramel Mocha
Seaven's Greasons - Italian soda with two random shots.

For those who've never met the man before, wearing his favorite holiday apron, he might be mistaken for a minimum wage food service employee. But watching him behind the bar, no matter how simple the drink, is more like watching Michelangelo sculpting David, or Da Vinci painting the Mona Lisa - a master of his craft, secure and confident in his element.]

What can I get for you?

[violence_ensues]

[Have a five-year-old bat.]

Do you have any chokkit milk?

[dejabrew]

[Luckily his husband has a nephew creeping up on that age.

The bat thing is new, but at least he's used to kids.]

I think I can whip something up for you.

[He leans over the handoff part of the bar cart, conspiratorially looks around, then stage whispers:] Have you ever had... hot chocolate before?

[violence_ensues]

Hot... chokkit? Aren't drinks apposed ta be cold...?

[Read: No, she has not.]

[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.

[theundertaken]

I can't believe you seriously brought that thing. You look like the caterer. Should I be like, doing my art goblin shit in the corner?

[Max you arrived here with him? You probably helped carry some of it?]

Give me a Gelt-y Pleasure, coffee man.

[dejabrew]

You know I'm not good at... [He waves his hand, his other already moving to set the components in place even before Max orders.] this kind of party. Mingling. Sober.

[With kids around.

He starts making the drink, and soon the smell of espresso and the sound of steamed milk begins wafting into the air.]

[theundertaken]

So you're gonna cater it? Just stick to J and meander. He's...

[Well. Maybe Jamie isn't the greatest at mingling with strangers, either. That was probably actually Max at one point, but here we all are. He peers around until he encounters their other third.]

Oh, there he is, he's doing fine. He's not hiding.

[cuttingremark]

[Loki smirks at the apron. Nice.]

Might I have a Gelt-y Pleasure and a Seaven's Greasons? [One to drink, the other to fulfill his need for chaos and maybe make Bruno try.]