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

Dave Strider | Homestuck | Dangan Roleplay R3

[callbacks]

[From the beginning of the party, a tall, lanky man in perhaps his mid-twenties can be found chatting with almost anyone. He's dressed in a sharp French Kalosian suit and refuses to take off his sunglasses, which is perhaps a strange image for someone claiming to be a paleontologist. What's definitely stranger is the fact that he has a drop-dead gorgeous, sweet-faced wife and two cherubic, chubby-cheeked, adorable, blond toddlers wobbling about underfoot.

That's right. Certainly most of their tight-knit murder hotel buddies know by now, but the Strider-Everetts made spawn.

Dave occasionally appears from seemingly nowhere to scoop up one of the twins, bouncing them up into his arms and out of whatever trouble toddlers might toddle into. Like your murderous villains or whatnot.]

Oh shit, son. You better watch out, you better not et cetera, something something Santa Claus will eat your soul. Say hi to Aunt or Uncle Whozit here. [Child secured in the crook of his arm, he carefully takes a pudgy little hand and waves hello with it.] Happy Kwanzaa.

[mopocalypse]

Yaha, Dave-kun.

[It flows naturally, no matter how many years it's been. Haruka is here in her Foundation suit, albeit with a non-regulation red glittery tie pinned with a DCMC button, and the assorted sad children she's picked up from murdergame-prevention assignments are wandering around and stuffing their faces. She sticks a wrapped present into the crook of Dave's arm between him and his kid.]

[callbacks]

[Baby Jean gurgles with interest and paws stickily--children's hands are always sticky, stinky, or both--at the present. Dave beams.]

Aw, Harks. For Jean? You shouldn't have, on account of I'm commandeering all his presents for my exclusive personal enjoyment. Is it baby socks? Shit, I love baby socks. So fuckin' transient.

[mopocalypse]

You never know! Maybe if you get enough, you'll summon the great sock beast made of lost and neglected socks! Its warbly cry rattles the decorative Y-beads sewn onto the hems! Wait, has anyone actually done that for baby socks since, like, the '90s? Historical accuracy pending. [She claps her hands.] I mean, like, the kids get stuff too, but I dunno if they're gonna appreciate grown-up gifts.

[callbacks]

[Up shoot his eyebrows.]

Grown-up gifts? What're those, never heard of them.

[mopocalypse]

Are you sure it's not because we didn't actually grow up? I mean, I don't feel grown up. I kind of expected to be boring by now.