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

Farrah Salieri | We Are The Tigers | It’s Curtains R3

[brokeforgood]

[Since her escape from an evil school run by a choir teacher that really wanted her to die again— Farrah’s thrived. She lives in a magical mansion with her dad and her dad. She makes time to visit dad and yell at the old man in his back yard. She also spends time in new york city with her dad. Sometimes she visits Tokyo or Corona (of the rapunzel variety)—- and wherever she goes? People hear her.

She’ll crash any party, but she’s also down for smaller holiday prompts! But if it’s a holiday party? Well, you can probably find her either stealing some booze, or crouched in the corner with a notepad, scribbling out a new cheer, muttering to herself—-]

Go! Fight! Work that sass!

Just like santa shakes that—-

[Or maybe… you’re not familiar to her—- She’ll wave, her face devoid of any emotion that says she’s kidding, and in a voice way too chipper, asks— ]

Oh, hey! Who kidnapped you and forced you to kill your friends? Was it an evil lunch lady?

[in_a_bottle]

A bunch of people who ascended to godhood and decided that the best way to make their new world involved running a game for a wish, and half of them voted to make it murder. [Ai looks up from fixing her makeup.] I really wish I were kidding.

[brokeforgood]

... I don't know if deranged choir teacher beats that or not.

[in_a_bottle]

Choir teacher, seriously? How does that lead to murder?

[theundertaken]

Reality show producer.

[yeah seems like a regular way to discuss it to him!]

[brokeforgood]

So-- which was it? Were you good famous, or like, bad famous?

[theundertaken]

I think I'm the star of, like, a super popular snuff film. Like, she couldn't air it on space TV so it got sold as a bonus feature or something.

[sooooo...not GREAT famous? Max pets his Shuppet idly.]

You?

[brokeforgood]

Bad famous. But also, evil teacher, which feels like--

I should just say teacher!

[theundertaken]

[He laughs, surprised.]

Evil teacher? What was it, like..."if Susie kills two people and Dave kills four, how many Champions are left"?

[steampunkborgia]

[There's a woman gorging herself with chocolate cake. She looks a little bit haggard -- being brought from literal death because of an invitation to a holiday party does that to you. While she's not exactly happy about being alive given she has this body again, she always takes any opportunities that present themselves, so she sure is going to try to stay alive.

Upon the question, the woman who calls herself Lucrezia Mongfish shrugs, absolutely indifferent]

It was me. They weren't friends, just random schmucks.

[Yeah, she was the mastermind of her game]

[brokeforgood]

What? Uh-- I don't think the invite was meant for you.

[steampunkborgia]

[Ugh, she so knew that would be the reaction. Lucrezia rolls her eyes in a very exaggerated way]

Take it up with whoever invited me. There's no way it was delivered to me by mistake, darling.

[How did it even happen, she doesn't know. The supernatural is beyond her comprehension, but that didn't stop her from messing with said forces for her own benefit. For all she knows, she got the attention of something that really wanted her to go to a party, and, well, who is she to say no? Just a very evil woman, but hey, even very evil women get to party from time to time]

Besides, for all I know as soon as I leave this party I'll be dead again. I'll stick around here for as long as I can. Peacefully, though, don't worry.

[As if to show goodwill, she takes a glass of eggnog, offering it]

Eggnog?

[violentenvies]

I see the new cheer is coming along swimmingly.

[hello daughter dearest, here's dad looking over your shoulder]

[brokeforgood]

Whoa, whoa whoa! [Farrah snatches her notebook right on up to her chest, spinning around to look at him-- she'd sound offended if she could, but she's all smiles.

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!

[violentenvies]

Oh, well, terribly sorry.

[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?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah huffs, all dramatics as usual—- but the smile stays where it is. She keeps the notebook tucked to her chest, and almost corrects him. Not a wordsmith. A composer. Cheering goes hand in hand with music, after all. And… she wants to be like him.]

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.]

[callbacks]

Depressed twelve-year-old with a Sailor Moons contract.

[Yup.]

[cuttingremark]

The physical embodiment of Death itself.

[Maybe someone said something about a vampire? Whatever, he stopped paying attention beyond "fight the giant skeleton."]

You?

[lovedanime]

...in a sense you could say yes. A eugenicist university that did have a cafeteria.

[Maybe Farrah's is one of those other projects they clearly intended to run...]

[tailor_made]

How about a "two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Santa!"?

[What are older sisters for if not sneaking up behind them to give unsolicited cheerleader advice?]