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There's No Place Like Traumabonding for the Holidays
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!
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[hello daughter dearest, here's dad looking over your shoulder]
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She's been a lot more all smiles lately.
She still wakes up the house at night sometimes, screaming-- Halloween's totally been ruined, and sometimes, even cheering makes her sad (she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to join a squad again)-- but for the most part? She smiles. She didn't do that before-- not normally, not unless she had something to say that needed to be delivered behind a smile. She's almost like the freshman that Riley remembered-- the girl who wanted to fly. The girl who thought she was getting a new family and a fresh start, and that life was going to be full of sunshine and unicorns and puppy dogs-- the girl she was before the fall. She'll never be that girl again-- but that's okay. She can be something better.
She can be Farrah Salieri.]
No peeking before it's done!
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[he immediately puts a hand up in front of his eyes, blocking his own view, and there's a curl to the corner of his mouth that appears in reaction. At one point, such an action would've been a habit, practiced, required, as Salieri's no stranger to fake smiles and false pretenses. For the longest time, his world's been built around it; built around saying the right thing to the right person and doing the right thing at the right time. How else could he have achieved what he did; have been in the place he was, at the Emperor's right hand?
Things are...different, now. Exceedingly so. He no longer has a place in Vienna--not in his original musical, anyway--but instead, he has a home. He has friends that know him for exactly who he is, flaws and all, without masks, without pretenses. He has the love of his life and two daughters that share his last name and two sons besides. His life is full of more laughter, more joy, more chaos than he had ever thought possible. It's not perfect (and nothing is,) but for perhaps the first time in his life, he is well and truly happy.
So. Farrah's not the only one that's been all smiles. And from Salieri, it's a real smile, borne of ease and comfort and contentment.]
I'll have to let the master wordsmith continue her craft, shan't I?
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It’s fine. I shouldn’t be over here anyway, like some nerd wallflower
[The last word is sung. We can’t lose all of the curtains magic, after all.]