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

if i die here im taking your ass down w me js

[scribbly]

[The remark is so idle that she isn't even really looking at anyone when she says it—she wraps up a scribble in her sketchbook, she doesn't even look up right away. That voice, though—she pauses, there. Why does that sound...?

Mary looks up. There is something odd in her face, something that is only nearly recognition. She only knew Takane, this shape, for a moment, after all. But that something is shifting, then settling; eyes gone a little wider, mouth hanging open, just so. It can't be. Even here. Even among impossibility, this is too much.

She stares for longer than is entirely appropriate, but not so long that the silence needs to be filled. Mary takes care of that herself, though quietly, carefully, as though she will say the wrong thing and it will break the spell.]

E...ne...?

I’m ready to embrace death

[bluescreenofdeath]

[That’s all the confirmation she needs. Takane is running over and hugging her tight]

Hi Mary.

[scribbly]

[Mary had hesitated in recognizing her, and hesitated again in speaking it, but now that Ene is here, here, real and solid and holding her tight, Mary wastes no time whatsoever dropping her sketchbook, flinging her arms around Ene in return, and bursting into hysterical sobs. Being a Cool Teen was fun while it lasted! Bye dignity!!!]

[bluescreenofdeath]

[who needs dignity. They can be Cool Teens in front of other people and just let themselves weep now, grinning even as she tears up. Takane is ridiculously short. She’s 5 foot nothing. Last time she saw Mary, Mary was smaller than her, but look at her now. Look at her precious girl so grown up!] You got so big.

[scribbly]

[Mary is on the tall side of average and she absolutely doesn't know how to cope with being taller than her big sis, but that's pretty low on the priority list of the many things she can't cope with right now!! Holy shit!!! When she's done crying, or at least settled enough to speak—which takes a bit, because Ene's remark just starts her bawling all over again, bowled over by how long it's been—she hiccups out, trying to laugh,] Mom and Dad say I shot up like a weed.

[bluescreenofdeath]

[Mom and Dad. Mary went home to a family. She got to go home with Ib and grow up in a happy home. The thought is a bigger relief than Takane expected. She knew Ib got her wish and her and Mary were going home safe, but knowing it and seeing here here, whole and healthy, it’s a dream come true.] Ha! You’re more like a beautiful flower, but they’re not wrong. Have you and Ib been doing okay? Are you happy with them?

[scribbly]

Yeah! Yeah, we're—it's me and Ib and our family, 'cause her parents adopted me so I get to live with her. I got to see the ocean, and snow, and we have a lot of friends at school, and I'm getting pretty good at baking, and... [The words come out a little desperately; she does not know what to say, what's important, what she has time for. It can't last, can it? Not something this good?

She pulls away a little with a big sniff. It does not do enough to stop the boogers. It's gross. She doesn't know what to ask in return, when her big sister—and Ib was her first friend but not her first sister—is dead, but she is here, but they were never supposed to see each other again.]

Ene, how?

[bluescreenofdeath]

[I'm tired time for lazy html icons. Takane reaches up to wipe at Mary's face with her sleeve, uncaring of how gross it is, her hoodie will survive.

Her heart feels so full hearing Mary list all of this. All the things she wanted to try, she finally had the chance. They could never talk much about their situations with the Newly Dead Game's rules, and Mary was always a secretive kid anyway, but Takane knew something had stopped her from living her life to the fullest before. And now here she is, talking excitedly about everything she's seen and done, her family, her friends. After everything they went through, Mary and Ib just get to be normal girls now.

God, how does she even explain anything that happened to her without ruining the wonderful mood she feels knowing that.]

'How', seriously, I don't even know where to start answering that. It's - a really long story, but I'm okay Mary. And I'm so happy to hear you've been doing well. You're really living your best life, aren't you? Nothing holding you back!

[scribbly]

You're...you're okay?

[It seems like too much to hope for. But still, she's here, and solid, and real, and—and she's just the Ene that Mary remembers, so happy for her, so supportive, energetic in a way Mary understands. She doesn't need the details—Ene is one of so, so few people Mary will trust to say they don't matter—but even so, even still.]

You're really okay now? You... You get to live, too?

[bluescreenofdeath]

[Takane takes hold of her hands and clutches them tight, nodding. She doesn't really want to explain the endless murder time loops to Mary, it's a lot of depressing details that will get in the way of the happy end, so it's a relief that Mary isn't asking about them.]

It took a while. But we finally figured everything out, me and my friends back home.

It's a real Christmas miracle, isn't it?

[scribbly]

[Mary hesitates a moment, absolutely dumbstruck as she holds back onto Ene's hands. It's too much to imagine, and of course she's curious about the details, but in the end, what matters is that Ene is okay. She gave Mary and Ib everything she could and in the end she still gets to live.

Mary opens her mouth to speak and promptly just starts crying again. RIP.]