There's No Place Like Traumabonding for the Holidays

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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

Priscilla S. Asagiri | Bubblegum Crisis | We Could Be R3

[cyberpunkrock]

[When the music changes from cheery Christmas tunes to hard 80's rock, you probably know who to blame. Priss, for her part, shrugs if she's caught putting on her own record and starts to walk away without guilt.]

Everybody hears too much of that shit in every store for the last quarter of the year. You're welcome.

[You can also find her stuffing her face at the food tables, and she'll wave if she knows you; if she doesn't, she doesn't seem to care if you sit beside her, either.]

Gotta love free food. Who's running this thing, anyway?

[underthesunlight]

Someone a little more sociable and trusting than usual. But so far there doesn't seem to be any danger.

[That statement is punctuated with a bit of a smile. She's not paranoid per se, but it's understandable she'd be a bit jumpy about this invitation -- but seeing familiar faces helps to soothe her concerns]

[cyberpunkrock]

So far. [She pops another Quality Street and shrugs.] Then again, Jack never wasted any time making himself everybody's problem, did he?

[underthesunlight]

That's what villains do. They like having their name known.

[And she sure would know, having met so many before. The Travelers, the group of supervillains she had been a part of, didn't intentionally try to be flashy, but their actions and circumstances made it happen anyway]

I guess that's the best way to know this isn't some kind of horrible plan by Jack or anyone else: by now there'd have been a clear sign of danger, or boasting of some kind.

[cyberpunkrock]

Heh, true. Seen one jackass, you've seen them all. How's your life? Gotta be better than what we're doing.

[underthesunlight]

I don't have much money, I live in a pretty small apartment, and I haven't gotten a solid job yet.

[And then she adds:]

But I don't have to use my powers anymore and I refuse to, so I'm doing better than ever.

[And that's what matters the most. She also has friends to rely on, so...all in all, she's better than she had been in a long time. That's all she can ask for]

[cyberpunkrock]

What's the deal with those, anyway? If you hate 'em so bad, there must be a reason.

[underthesunlight]

I didn't want them in the first place. My friends and I got backed into a corner so hard gaining powers by drinking a suspicious serum was the only option we had left to have a chance.

[Suddenly taken into a parallel world to her own, meaning nobody in the entire planet knew her, and with two in the group gravely injured, and as if that wasn't bad enough, in the zone of attack of an eldritch creature who was known for manipulating any survivors to cause widespread tragedy and calamity at some point in the future without fail. Marissa and her friends, having become 'survivors' and having stumbled upon secret serums designed to give powers artificially, saw those as the only option to be able to do literally anything to save themselves in this tough situation.

Finding those serums was one of the mentioned manipulations, turned out. This friend group that included Marissa, now known as the villain team the Travelers, went on to cause havoc throughout the country even though they tried to cause as little harm as possible. Rough times, these were]

They brought me nothing but awful moments. Not using them is...like leaving them behind...I hope.

[cyberpunkrock]

...heh, can't fault you that much. Only reason I keep on the grind is the world'd be a shithole either way, and at least as the Knight Sabers, we can clean as much up as we can. I'd be happy with a clean and peaceful ending, but that's not an option for me. Just gotta make it one for someone else.

[underthesunlight]

You sound very noble when you say it like that. Selfless.

[Heroic, she'd dare say if she didn't dislike that concept so much, partly due to past experiences and partly due to Handsome Jack's inflated opinion of himself]

[cyberpunkrock]

Tch... wouldn't say that much. I've made too many fuckups for that. [She looks away.] Got in a situation where I had to kill my girlfriend not long before our whole deal, and I nearly quit the Knight Sabers, my band, everything just to rot away feeling sorry for myself. Then got someone else killed who some asshole was using to try and get to me, because she wanted revenge for Sylvie. Same asshole, by the way, who somehow just came back to life again, like dropping him down a canyon and incinerating him with an orbital laser last time wasn't enough. We just dealt with that, not that I expect it to last at this rate.

[temmapathy]

[Emma comes across her changing the music, and leans over to peer at the record, before shrugging and signing, which the translation magic somehow manages to convey the meaning of.]

It's not like it matters much to me. Unless you turn it up enough I can actually feel the rhythm.

[cyberpunkrock]

[Priss raises her eyebrows, but hey, language is language. She bends down to Emma's level.]

You're lucky. Most people get sick of the usual stuff from overexposure. Usually if they work retail.

[temmapathy]

Yeah, I've read some stuff online where people complain about hearing it all the time. [It's still kind of weird and abstract to her, but she can accept that other people have that problem at least.] My family shares some of the lyrics with me, but I don't think it really has the same effect when you're just reading.

[cyberpunkrock]

Yeah, you read of your own free will. Different story there. ...So are you someone's guest in here?

[temmapathy]

No! [She actually looks a bit indignant at that.] Me and my friends were stuck in one of those games too, just like the rest of you guys.

[cyberpunkrock]

What sick fuck -- [She shuts up, belatedly remembering not to swear in front of children, and scans the room.] All of you kids?

[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?

[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.