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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!
flat escardos | fate/strange fake | chasma, scp r2 | take your pick!
two.
it’s difficult to tell them apart, as they’re both rather baby faced, but the tells are there. scp!verse flat’s hair is just a bit messier, as if had forgotten to cut it, while chasma flat looks just a little bit more baby-faced.
either way, they are both wearing the most hideous christmas sweaters known to man, as if it were a competition that they had somehow agreed to.
you can talk to them on their own, but it seems that they also approach each other with looks of genuine shock, surprise, and then absolute joy. catch them rattling to each other in a mixture of french and english like they were long-lost friends. ]
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Yeah, there's Revali, looking like he's greatly considering to fly away to flee. Fly where, who knows, but he sure is considering things and kind of leaning towards figuring that's the best option right now.
He sure isn't going to be able to do such a thing before Flat realizes he's there, though]
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and it seems that flat-b has spotted revali, his eyes lighting up with excitement. ]
That’s the one that I was talking about! Master Revali! Hiii~!
[ waving his arm high in the sky, flat-b seems to be more than happy to see his (one-sided) friend. and while flat-a looks mildly confused for a couple seconds, he soon joins in, waving the opposite arm in a greeting. ]
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This cannot be. This party is doomed to turn into nonsense because somehow there are two of you.
[He had thought after that game and after encountering Flat after Chasma, Revali could handle anything Flat could do, but right now he sure feels back to square one. It's unlikely he'll get used to it before this party ends]
Promise next time we encounter there won't be three of you. Or more.
[He's alright with Flat, all things considered, but talking to him needs more energy than he wants to casually use]
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[ not understanding revali’s discomfort, flat-a responds with all but literal stars in his eyes.
flat-b continues, as if the two were of the same mind. ]
If only humans could divide at the speed that cells can— we could do something like a Shadow Jutsu or Double Team!
[ flat-b pauses, and flat-a continues, tapping his chin. ]
Of course, there’s probably an almost infinite number universes, and most of them should have some version of ourselves. Even you, Mister Revali!
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Even if there's another version of myself, that one won't compare to me. [As expected, he poses] I'm inimitable, as you well know. [And he looks at the other Flat, with a little bit of condescension because hard habits don't die] And as you have now found out.
[Because he told you, that's all the proof one needs. Surely anyone can take a look at Revali and see he has no peer, not even from...other Revalis in other universes!
He's probably right, really]
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However, this is entirely too much.]
Why are there two of you!?
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[ flat-b chimes happily as soon as he takes note of the prosecutor. bringing flat-a with him, he continues talking energetically. ]
You see, sir, I’ve met a me from another universe! Isn’t this awesome? [ he turns towards the other flat, bobbing his head in a nod.
flat-a, just as energetically, extends his hand for a greeting. ]
Hello, sir! I’m Flat Escardos! [ a pause. wait. ] Or, well, I’m like, another Flat! I’ve heard some stuff about you, Mister Prosecutor sir!
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... What have you heard of me?
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[ just started the game, that is. his backlog of games is ever increasing!
besides, flat-b has yet to find that little part out, so it’s better not to give spoilers. ]
Though, sir, maybe my suggestion would be not to throw glass bottles around too much! You never know who could be behind you— people could get hurt and then you would be the one with a lawsuit.
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Why is that what you felt most important to tell him?
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…????? ]
I didn’t tell him that.
[ flat-a, what are your secrets? ]
Oh. Um… you just, looked like the type?
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If you know anything of me at all you should know such an obvious lie won't work on me.
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tori WHAT is that icon.
IT'S HIM BEING MOPEY
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even if roxis tries to hide, his flat—flat-b—will be making his way towards the alchemist with the other flat in tow. ]
Roxis, look who I found! My alternate self! [ giving flat-a the appropriate and very necessary jazz hands, he continues ]
Isn’t it cool!?
[ flat-a waves! ]
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two of them. he'll return the wave with a polite incline of the head back, all while wondering what the hell proper etiquette is for something like this. ]
It's certainly one word for it ... [ cool, that is. though then he folds his arms. ] I suppose I should simply be glad there aren't more of you.
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[ and so one flat rattles on, while the other one simply eyes the alchemist curiously, head tilted slightly to the side and arms crossed against his chest.
after a bit, flat-a begins. ]
Besides! That makes greetings even simpler. You already know I'm Flat Escardos! Although I think I'm older, so you could say that I'm like Flat 1.0? And then your Flat would be Flat 2.0! Come on, have you never wanted to meet your own clone, Roxis?
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[ one might be manageable if a handful and a menace, two requires assistance, three or four? no, he's outsourcing, someone get the professor in here.
also, as he regards the flat who isn't rambling, he can't help but think that if he ever met an alternate version of himself, he might be hard pressed to not deck him depending on when he's from. but instead all he's going to say is: ]
As for the clone thing ... I can honestly say that the notion has never crossed my mind, Flat. Should we also really be doing version numbers considering it seems things for the two of you have diverged ... somewhat significantly?
[ actually how does someone quantify something like that... ]
But yes, hello. Pleasure to meet you. You apparently already know who I am, but Roxis Rosenkrantz.
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[ with an excited bob of the head, it seems that flat-a pulls out his smartphone to write something...a quick scroll... there's the game title...and, oh, there's the wiki--
with a final thought to add this game to his ever growing queue, flat 1.0 pockets his phone before flat 2.0 can peek a look and continues. ]
Well, we still both go by "Flat" and sure, technically the structure of our souls is a bit different, but I would say that we're still "Flat". I won't go by any other name.
And neither will I!
[ nodding in unison, flat-a continues. ]
I never thought I had it in me to be romantic, though. Murder games really are a good place to build character bonds, huh! I would say that he's a good 5. Perfectly average. Congrats!
[ flat and flat high five, because clearly this is a great thing to celebrate. ]
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Aiba watches Flat and...another Flat interact. It's easy for her to deduce they hadn't known each other before encountering here. The murdergame she was in revealed a few things that are way too fitting for the maddening works Kotaro Uchikoshi creates, and the wonders don't cease because Flat and Flat are another one.
Deciding she had hanged out unseen for long enough, Aiba appears, managing to aim at both Escardos' retinas so they see her human self standing nearby. Augmented reality, go]
You two are taking very well the existence of alternate selves. A little too well.
[Says Aiba, who definitely didn't take very well the existence of a multiverse in the first place. She had a grudge against all this nonsense, even though it all happens right before her eye]
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[ the reason they had not seen her was simple enough: there isn't even a drop of magic in her. because of that, it's obvious that their surprise is genuine when she makes herself known. ]
This is...
[ both flats analyze the projection, head tilted to the side as they work to determine the source. ]
It's like a projection isn't it?
[ flat-a approaches the projection with some caution, and then smiles. ]
I've seen this all the time in movies. I don't really know about this, but you might be a projection, right? Like in futuristic space films where projections of someone super important appear to drop essential plot points!
[ meanwhile flat-b seems to still be looking for the source, but he chipperly adds-- ]
Are you here to give us a quest?!
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[But even though she says that in her usual tone of 'why are you like this?' inwardly she's telling herself she should take the chance. Clearly these two already formed an idea of what she is and what she does, there should be no harm in having some fun. It's nice to cause minor mischief on someone who isn't Date.
She knew someone who came from a MMO world place, maybe these two come from one that for some bizarre reason adheres to typical RPG conventions]
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[ they take the question seriously, pausing for a couple seconds to consider their answer. ]
Well, it depends. If it were a sketchy unkept man with one eye, I think that I'd be more hesitant.
But you seem like you would give great and accurate information, so I want to see what kind of quest you'll give us.
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Wow, there's two now!
[WILD.]
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He takes a sip of a mug of eggnog with blood in it.]
Merry christmas and all that. I got you a gift but it's back at the crypt.