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we found love in a hopeless place

THE MURDERGAME SHIPPING MEME

This is probably too straight to accurately represent murdergame ships but like. We take what the stock image industry gives us.

So, you've been put into a murder mystery game where you're going to have to fight for your life! Every week another body or two, surrounded by strangers- Wait, you knew that? You actually kind of have your bearings? Well fine, here's a different problem - see that person over there? Yeah, that one. Wouldn't it be a really terrible idea if you fell in love with them right now?

This is a meme for that sometimes most fun of bad choices in murdergames: shipping. Leave a toplevel with info that might be in your character's profile (if you like), maybe a murdergame title (optional but encouraged), and any extra info you want to give along with whatever your shipping prefs are, then either pick from the prompts below or wing it and go tag around!

SETTINGS (note: absolutely not an exhaustive list)
1. Shopping Mall - Live your teen movie romance dreams! Sure, someone seems to get mcfucking murdered in the Starbucks every week, but that doesn't mean you can't go on a coffee date, right?
2. School - Live the... other party of your teen movie romance dreams! It's a little hard to be romantic when the only place for a dinner date is the cafeteria, but in fairness you are also constantly overcoming bigger problems than that here.
3. Generic Facility - Looking for romance? Try scenic Sealed-Off Building Full of Rooms! It's themed in some way - science, underwater - but the concept is the same. Surely there's some kind of bar or inexplicable amusement park in here you could use for a romantic evening, right?
4. Spooky Mansion - You know what they say about going on dates to scary movies, right? What if the scary movie was uh. The whole thing. The whole place. Where you live. And die, sometimes.
5. Romance Zone - I mean hey, maybe you're stuck somewhere literally built for both romance and murder! Pleasure and pain. Life and death. Smoochin' and stabbin'.
6. Other - If you can block off an area, you can put a murdergame there. Get creative!

PROMPTS (ship scenarios)
1. Confession (Fun) - Ah, the start of any good murdergame relationship. Maybe you've been dancing around each other for a week or two, maybe over the course of one thread and a lot of screaming your players decided you're gonna kiss. Time to figure out what these feelings mean while you're, you know. Here. Can be combined with some of the other prompts too, if you like.
2. Dating??? - Where do you even go to date in a murdergame? Is it even worth trying to hang onto this kind of normalcy when either of you could die any day now? It's probably fine.
2b. Dating+ - Can be combined with any other prompt, but somehow, some way, one of you is taking the lead in this date and getting a bunch of emotions in... because you're deathflagging. You're deathflagging hard.
3. Afterparty - Hey, that was a rough trial! Whatever it was! But you're both alive, so... better try to comfort each other, huh? Enjoy whatever kind of snacks you guys have available.
4. Confession (Unfun) - Oops, uh. One of you... seems to have confessed to murder. Better get whatever last moments in that you can before voting ends and one of you gets brutally executed!
5. The Couple That Kills Together - Okay, so maybe you did or didn't actually kill someone together. But at least one of you did a murder, and the body hasn't been properly discovered yet, so... time to talk this through? Make bad choices for love?
6. Deadland Romance - Maybe you've just reunited in the land of the dead, or maybe this is where you're trying to get your relationship off the ground. Either way, there's gotta be some weird emotions to "we're dead and trying to make it work."
7. Golden End Reunion - Great news! You beat up the mastermind (or befriended them, I don't know your style) and got all of the dead people back, including the other half of your ship! That's gotta feel good, seeing them again after however many weeks.
8. What now? - The game is over, it's time to go home. But... which home? If you split up, is there going to be a chance to visit each other again? Can you work that kind of long-distance?
9. Smut Option - Look. It's not generally onscreen, but hookups happen. Did you have to kick roommates out? Is this the fabled... you know, variant of option 5? Basically look, if you wanna use this meme for smut I'm not gonna say no, just tag appropriately.
10. Anything else! - Look, one of the fun things about murdergame ships is how many ways they can go in the emotional crucible inherent to them. I can't account for a lot of things ahead of the basics, so plot with your thread partner and have fun with it! Hell, maybe bring a good ol' murdergame polyblob into the mix, I'm not gonna stop you! Go with ur heart, assume other characters, live your truth!

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[ It's true that being stuck in a homicide-shopping center has its fair share of ups and downs. And, honestly, they're usually downs. But there's absolutely something to be said about keeping a positive outlook in times of trouble, and Anna's got that much in the bag.

Er, most of the time.

But! To be fair! It's a bit easy to get caught up in the excitement of all of these wondrous gizmos and whatchamacallits. If it wasn't for some of the more...modern folks walking through it, Anna wouldn't really know which end is up, here. Mira, in particular, has been extremely patient with her, but...well, as guilty as she sometimes feels about taking up so much of her time to ask about how things work (she's still getting the hang of, uh, "eye pads"?), her company is so nice that she doesn't mind bugging her just a bit more than she needs to. It beats being cooped up in her room, after all, and the girl talks that come after are always nice, too...

As it happens, Anna's just about ready to walk off some jitters and get some steps in--or, at least, that's the idea on paper, and if she just coincidentally manages to bump into Mira, well, all the better. (Okay, so she's looking for her. Good luck suing a princess.) But it takes all of a second before she spots the girl, because lo and behold, Mira's right at her doorstep. ]

O-oh, Mira! What a surprise!

[ A good one, to be sure, but a surprise, all the same! ]

Is everything okay? I'm not in your way, am I? Wait, nevermind, scratch that--

[ She definitely isn't expecting Anna to nearly quite literally run into her, but you know, the smile that spreads across her face is hard to muffle. So she doesn't even bother--Anna kind of has that effect, not only on her, but plenty of other people here. It's kind of remarkable. More than that, she feels comfortable around Anna.

Even if her cheeks feel a little warmer than usual. But it's fine; hopefully Anna won't, you know, notice. ]

Don't worry. You're definitely not in my way, [ she says, with a touch of a laugh. ] Um, actually, it's good we ran into each other, because I sort of... have something for you.

[ She fiddles with the box a moment longer, before she holds it out for Anna. She never thought she'd be giving chocolates to anyone, especially not a cute girl, but there's a first time for everything. Maybe it won't be the last, either, or so she's hoping. ]

It's not a lot, and I know you can find these yourself, but... I always think getting a gift can really lift your spirits.

[ And that's definitely what they all need here. ]

I'm all for us looking out for each other and all, don't get me wrong, but you need to take care of yourself too, don't you? Can't leave yourself out!

[ Speaking from experience here, of a sort. ]

Here, we can share! I don't mind, like, germs or anything, I promise!

[ Here, Angel, take a spoonful, it's in your face now-- ]

I guess that's the "each other" part of looking out for each other.

[ Problems with having lived inside for most of your life and having paper-white skin: when you blush even slightly, it shows. ]

Oh! Uh... okay, sure!

[ And she will go ahead and snatch up a mouthful from the spoon, trying to feel as normal as possible about this in the circumstances. ]

Wait, what? For me?

[ Anna already feels the smile pressing up against her dimples. This girl's got her number, that much is clear-- ]

You really didn't have to do th--oh my gosh, and it's chocolate!

[ She'd recognize that box in a heartbeat; she's eyed it more times than she can count, in the few weeks they've been here. Even been up close and personal with it on more than a couple of stressful nights. It's to die for. ...Not literally, but it's pretty darn good. ]

Oh, Mira, you're the best!

[ She doesn't even take it out of the other girl's hands. All too impulsively, Anna dives in to wrap her arms around her and pull her in for an enormous hug. Forget lifting her spirits; Anna's over the moon. ]

Sounds like it was worth the effort, at least.

Yeah. Dad's the one who taught me and Jake to fight.

[He sits quietly for a second.]

We'll get them back. They'll be okay.

[She's quiet, too, head dipped a little.]

...I think I'd like to believe that. It...doesn't make right now hurt any less, but...my Dad is quite handy when it comes to fisticuffs, too.

You can believe it. Promise. On my honor as a hero.

[There's a short beat.]

...I'm not sure how. But we'll think of something.

Hopefully it's a non-murder something.

[It is said a little jokingly. This is Jake, of course it'll be a non-murder something.]

[Camilla does spare a glance at Linde's room, when she opens the door--it's sparse in comparison to Camilla's own, decorated enough to be lively even in a place like this, with what she could get her hands on. It's a bit of a surprise, really, but not as much of a surprise as seeing a very familiar little present on Linde's table, and oh.

Oh her heart skips a beat. It's not enough to be distracted (though Camilla's gaze lingers on it a little longer than needed, eyes soft in a way they only get when she speaks of her siblings), but it's enough to distract from the very prevalent fact of there only being--]

--What?

[Camilla's brought out of her own head at those words. I'll sleep on the floor, what does Linde think Camilla is? A cur? A heathen? Obviously not, but Camilla's expression openly startles as she takes a step inside.]

I shall make myself comfortable, darling Linde, but...you needn't sacrifice your own comfort for my sake. Please, allow me to take the floor instead. I couldn't bear to make you suffer so.

[mistakes have been MADE today folks]

Pff- only guy I'm gonna murderize in here is the peeps in charge for setting all this junk up.

Hm, yes, that's absolutely valid.

[They deserve it, the jerkbutts.]

In that case, I do hereby solemnly vow to smite them with a most righteous butt-whooping, my lady.

[It's a serious promise, delivered with all the over-the-top gravitas of "hi hungry, I'm dad".]

[That

That actually gets her to laugh. It's not her usual bubbly chuckle, but it's honest and soft, and there's an amused twinkle in Jane's eye when he says it.]

I shall have to keep you to that promise, Sir Knight.

[He stifles a small snicker, attempting to keep the bit going.]

A- most sacred of oaths- um. Verily and egads.

[this is hoity-toity knight talk, right]

...Forsooth-eth.

[Oh now that sounds more like Jane's usual laugh. She's covering her mouth trying to stifle it, though.]

[ She doesn't pull away, which is pretty telling of how much she trusts Amanda. But she stops herself before she can lean against her. It seems like a little too much, even though she'd very much like to be as close as possible to her. ]

Well... if I can help it, I won't be going anywhere, either. [ It's a bold proclamation, considering the situation. ] You're kind of keeping me sane, actually.

[ All things considered, this whole place kind of really sucks. She's not particularly used to either romance or murder, so she's way out of her element. Throw a significant lack of abilities into the mix, and while she's glad to not be feeling the others' emotions at any given moment, it's strange to get used to. Even four weeks later, she finds herself constantly bracing for an onslaught of emotions.

But sometimes, it's a little easier to just... be. To calm down, to find a moment of peace even amongst all the, you know. The murder. And speaking of, it's an afterparty, and this is one of the times when she's very, very thankful her empathy's been sealed off. Her own misery is enough to drown in; she doesn't know how well she'd fare if she felt the others'. At least she has methods for dealing.

So... Yuri. She approaches, a cup of tea in each hand, and she lightly clears her throat. It's unconscious, the way she gives a tentative, muted little smile, one that isn't exactly heartfelt. Maybe she's just trying to keep someone she cares about from worrying. ]

Is this spot taken?

[This entire scenario was loathesome from the start.

I mean, tolerable in some ways, true, but still utterly loathesome. Each week leaves Yuri feeling more worn down and dirty than the last. He doesn't like having so little control, so little information, and having to make choices like this. Being forced to judge others when he has no place to do so himself.

And hell, he kind of liked both parties involed this week. Neither of them were worth losing, just so he could keep going.

But it is what it is. Yuri is not one unused to suffering, and thus shoulders it as best he can. Makes food for afterparties. Checks on the others. By now, they're as good as "his people"...but he hadn't found Mira. The tea explains where she'd gone, though.]

...For you? Nah. It's always open.

[Mira's a good bean.]

Thank you.

[ So maybe she sounds more relieved than she'd intended. She can't bring herself to care, because she's so... tired. Exhausted, down to her bones, but as she takes a seat next to Yuri, she feels at least a little more at ease. And as she passes the cup of tea to him--a honeyed fruit blend--her smile is a little easier. It's not quite there, but just like her thank you, it's relieved more than anything. ]

I'd ask how you're doing, but... it seems a little pointless, when I might have an idea.

[Ah...he knows that smell.

She remembered.

There's just a slight pink tinge to his cheeks as he gently takes the cup, thanking her softly and blowing on the hot liquid.]

Yeah, it's about the same every week, isn't it. [A sip.] It just hurts a little more each time.

[He's quiet, looking into his teacup like it has the answers, if only he could empty it out and read the dregs. Fortune telling wasn't his thing, but what he'd give to have someone let him know things could turn out better.]

...Neither of them deserved that.

[ She notices the color in his cheeks, but she doesn't point it out. It does something funny to her heart, though, and she feels her own face heat up just a bit. With the cup this close to her face, she could blame it on the heat from the tea. Small mercies.

Not like... ]

... It's getting harder. Because we're all getting to know each other more.

[ And that's what terrifies her the most. What if some day she wakes up and it's Yuri's body she finds? Her hands tighten on the cup, and she takes a sip. It does nothing to loosen the lump in her throat.

She takes a breath and looks to him. Aqua had been the best of them, and now... ]

... they didn't. And it's hard to believe that they're gone.

[ I mean hey even if they weren't dancing around feelings this would be a decent day for it. ]

Heh. Then I'll do my best to keep doing whatever it is I'm doing.

[It's a risk they have to take. To keep living, to wake up every morning and get out of bed and check on everyone on Friday, knowing that someone you care about won't be able to greet you with a smile, and someone else is hiding something behind theirs.

One of those roles could be him someday.

He hasn't forgotten that.]

But it's not like we can just ignore each other, either. Nothing good will come from that. [Nothing constructive.] It's...foolish, I guess. Continuing to take that gamble.

[Yuri's clever, but he knows he can't not roll the dice on this every time.]

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