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

[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.]

[nojohnyouare]

He was an AI recreation of a bear-san. Living in the simulation our brains were uploaded to when we died.

[Mai sounds a little hesitant, if only because she's been very, very slowly learning social skills now that she has more than one or two friends.]

...NPC? I think is the word. And when we were freed and restored... We got to take him with us. He was uploaded into this body.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Ah. Alright, cool.

[Maybe he should've just let the silence return, if the conversation was just going to go back to these death games. But it would be a little rude to just stop talking so suddenly, and so the first thing on his mind came out of his muzzle.]

We were in old Japan. When we died, I mean. And there wasn't really...anything worth keeping, when we were there.

[nojohnyouare]

Mm. ...Why there?

[Their deadland had had a lot of different and weird settings, but all of them had reasons in the end, if weird ones.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Doll behind the game was from that time, I think? She was definitely Japanese, and it seemed like almost everyone was from a different time, so...yeah, I think that's it.

What was yours like? If-you don't mind me asking, of course.

[nojohnyouare]

...Changed a lot. Because it was used for multiple games. At first, it changed for each one. To match the theme they used. A love hotel. A prison. Then back to our friend's home. Because he was the first to be uploaded. And after... A planet the network had taken over. Dangerous. Lots of food.

Then the simulation broke. We escaped into another one briefly. And then they redid it all into things from our memories. To try and make us want to stay.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...jeez.

[So much to take in from that. Multiple games in one universe. Different themes for each one. An entire network of people being behind it all. Their afterlife breaking, probably putting their lives at risk. Then it changes again, trying to convince them into staying. This may be a human that's older than him, but a part of Dylan wants to give this girl a comforting hug.

That might be a little too awkward, though. He hasn't even gotten a name yet from her. Maybe something to make the conversation less focused on the bad things? Well, she did say something that he's wondering about...]

What's a love hotel?

[oh, this poor twelve year old in dog years...]

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai pauses and processes that this might've been a poor idea.]

...Inappropriate. Because that round was inappropriate too. Kip's fault.