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

Dylan Dalmatian | 101 Dalmatian Street | Castle Whimsical R2

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Dylan is doing relatively okay, despite the general trauma that comes with going through a murdergame. Family has been helping, though the new adoptive members more than his fellow Dalmatians, since talking about death near puppies is absolutely inappropriate, and talking about it with his parents sounds terrifying in a way that's hard to describe.

So when an invitation for an interdimentional Christmas party came, meant specifically for anyone who's gone thru the song and dance of this murder mystery hullabaloo, also known as a break from having to think about all that, he decided to take the chance.

So if you're a fellow child coming from an all child murdergame, he'll probably wave and walk over to you.]

I'm...not the only one thinking this is the absolute weirdest Christmas party ever, right?

[And if you're a new person, well...he's not the most social, especially with humans, but he'll be willing to talk, if anyone approaches a dog and expects a conversation from him.]

[nojohnyouare]

[Where there is dog-san, there is Mai. She doesn't say much even to humans, so she hasn't actually done more than exist in his general direction until a little foot-tall robot bear toddles over and gives a confused "rrr?"]

Bear-san. Not food.

[Bear-san whines, though placated when Mai picks him up and sets him on a table full of crumbs, which he enthusiastically vacuums up. Mai looks down to Dylan again.]

...Sorry.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[He hasn't really questioned the human, at least partially because home has made him used to them not usually understanding him again. Though the bear does get him to raise an eyebrow.

Then it turns out the bear wanted food, and that look and sound the tiny bear suddenly feels a little...

Hm.]

He wouldn't have...actually tried to eat me, right?

[nojohnyouare]

He's too small.

[Bear-san attempts to vacuum up a cookie, but it won't fit into his little robot mouth, and he just futilely vacuums it.]

But he always wonders if things are food. Making sure.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Watching robo-bear try to eat a cookie and failing is. Kind of entertaining, all things considered.]

I guess I can understand. Dorothy chews on so much, it almost seems like she's trying to see if things are edible.

Can I ask how you got him?

[Looks like something that he could use at home, so long as his siblings don't go overboard again.]

[spychic]

[Anya nods silently.]

...

Anya wouldn't really...expect anything else, though. At least Anya isn't alone.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

That's true.

[Anything resembling normalcy may've been weird in its own right...]

And it does feel kinda nice, knowing it wasn't just us, going through...things like that.

[Even if it's also...concerning, about how many of these things there have been.]

[violence_ensues]

[Instead of answering with words, Dylan gets tacklehugged by an adorable blue bat.]

It's been a while, big bro! Why didn't you come and visit yet?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Yeah, he saw this coming.

Dylan just laughs as he goes to the ground getting hugged.]

Yeah, sorry about that! Been sorta busy with stuff at home. Family and...other things...

[Will he be clarifying about what those other things are? Good question!]

[violence_ensues]

Oh...

[Adorabat will let Dylan get up, smiling apologetically, as... yeah, she's sort of been sticking to her own world.]

Yeaaaaah, I wanted to have time to catch up with Mao Mao and Badgerclops. It took a while for them to get used to Slimy and Simon Norwell.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Ha, yeah, that's fair.

[He too would pause if someone important to him went missing, then came back with a blood monster, a living stuffed animal, and stories of murder school.]

I'm assuming you've also been kicking some bad guy butt too, right?

[lets_dewey_it]

Eh, I've had weirder! I went back in time one Christmas and fought a wendigo with my mom and my uncle Donald when they were teens! And we totally kicked its butt! _{[Of course that was his line of thought, his wild stories of his weird world.]}

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...somehow that's both shocking and not surprising in the slightest.

[Not even going to question what the heck a wendigo is.]

Will admit, it is better than the Christmas where I got stuck in the Christmas tree.

[That is a pretty low bar, though...]

[lets_dewey_it]

Oof, that sounds like it stinks... Did you at least get to see Santa when you were stuck?

1/2

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

No, but I did get to see Dorothy enjoy her first Christmas present, so that was nice.

[Though the dream he had the night after still makes things feel a little fuzzy.]

[your_best_friend]

Christmas? Golly, what made a monster like you decide to be more human? What do you not like Presents Under the Tree Day?

[This talking flower might be under the wrong assumption.]

1/2

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...talking flower...]

2/2

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[you know what. why not at this point.]

Not a monster. Just a dog that can talk.

[Which he is. Pretty sure there is a distinction between.]

[your_best_friend]

[That gives Flowey the opportunity to double-take, which he'll gladly do.]

So you're not made of magic?

[Have a vine scientifically poking Dylan once or twice.]

Huh... Interesting. Are you the only talking dog?

[profkowalski]

I dunno, there hasn't been a rhyming horse skull ghost yet.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Dylan was probably not talking to this guy originally, but a response like that is something he can't just *not* respond to.]

Rhyming...horse skull...ghost?

[what.]

[profkowalski]

Oh, it's called the Merry Looid or something like that. It shows up at your door to have a singing contest with you and if you lose you have to let it in for ale and cakes. But it's a pretty polite guest so no one really minded. Plus the poor thing had to be pretty hungry after losing so many times.

Hey, you think it might show up here?

[redloxy]

[Foxy turns the corner, sees Dylan, yelps, and covers her eyes.]

Why are you naked???

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[The yelp gets his attention, and the sight of Foxy just makes him more confused.]

I just...don't?

Do you usually wear that much clothing?

[It was one thing for Dewey wearing clothes, it's another to see them on a random fox-and now he can't help thinking of Fergus yelling at him to get dressed, one of the weirder mental images he's gotten about home.]

[redloxy]

Um, yeah, obviously? [She still has a bit of a mean-girl tone, sometimes, especially with strangers like this.] Almost everyone does, except for some sea creatures I guess?