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

[scribbly]

Ooh, a new head? You know... [The delight Yasu expresses is contagious, and Mary absolutely beams. Her sister doesn't much care for Mary's aesthetic taste, and it's hard to get even her friends as invested in her morbid tastes. This kid is Mary's new favorite. She gets it.] Yeah, I bet she could get all sorts of stuff to mess with people with... A pumpkin's a good idea! Or one of those big mascot heads, so she takes it off and you think there's gonna be a regular head underneath and then it's like— [She mimes taking a helmet off and then, grinning:] Aaaahh!

[She's grinning, absolutely overjoyed as she watches Yasu go through her sketchbook. Normally, Mary doesn't have the patience to just watch someone for so long, but she's just so thrilled to see Yasu's interest in her work. It's impressive, then, that her eyes sparkle even brighter when she hears that familiar name.]

You even pronounced it right! Most people just think it's "Beatrice." [Mary props her face up in one hand, her smile softening a little.] She's a super powerful witch. She's got, like, all kinds of powers, but the best is that she can travel between dimensions so she's got friends in all kinds of different worlds.

[keyringwitness]

Exactly! M- Maybe the mascot head can be a, um, horse or something? The headless horseman joke is right there, but the pumpkin is too obvious, and having an actual horse head would really make it go the extra mile.. plus it's, uh, more distinctive! [For once, Yasu is stuttering because she's excited instead of choking on her own anxiety.

But as Mary talks about Beatrice (her Beatrice), a complicated emotion creeps in at the corners of Yasu's smile. She stares down at the witch, almost looking like she wants to reach into the drawing and grab her hand.] I think the pigtails are cute. They're a lot prettier than that bun I was supposed to end up with, at least...

[scribbly]

[Of course, Mary does not understand what Yasu means—cannot possibly, of course. That she was supposed to end up with? What a strange thing to say. But there is something in the way this strange girl looks at the drawing, this culmination of so much of the love Mary holds onto alone, that sets Mary at ease. Just a little. That strange sense, despite that she does not understand, of someone who gets it.]

You like them? I styled them like my big sister did. [There's a softness to that, less of the wild energy that is her default, that comes back as Mary continues:] I like to draw her with all kinds of hairstyles, but I think the pigtails are my favorite. Aah, but it's hard to draw them and the hat!

[A big tilt of her head as she considers.] The bun you were supposed to...? Well, there's all sorts of ways to style something like that to make it fancy. Your hair's probably long enough! But even besides the pigtails, it's probably long enough for all kinds of nice braids and stuff, too, if [and she winks, conspiratorial,] you don't wanna do what you're supposed to.

[keyringwitness]

The hat is really cute. [Better than a corsage, bonnet, or beret, at any rate. Turns out that nothing can beat the classics.

Yasu had already known that the circle had been broken, for her if no one else. Her destiny was hers, the chains that had once bound her to an ouroboros of narrative broken the moment she set foot in Ira Academy.

But hearing it in such a simple way still puts a wide smile on her face.]

Y- Yeah!

Hm... hold on, mind if I...

[Moving excruciatingly carefully so as not to disturb Kakuya, Yasu fishes out her own sketchbook and opens it to a blank page. She starts drawing a table, then chairs, then two women sitting down and drinking tea: "Beatrice," and a woman with long, flowing hair, a frilly dress, a bonnet, and a mischievous expression. She happily hums the whole time, half-lost in a world of her own.]