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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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[That's a voice, Lunafreya thinks, she'd now recognize in any circumstance, be it raised like a war banner to her protection or gently softened like her own memories of peacetime, gone faded and velvety at the edges. Camilla. Poised, regal, surprisingly kind Camilla, so warm despite the battle armor she's used to wearing. Hearing her at the door, Lunafreya feels her face lift into a smile without thought. Perhaps she oughtn't allow herself such attachment in her situation, but it's been so long since she had a companion, a real peer. When Camilla seeks her company, it's to speak as equals, as women who know power and politics and the obligation royals must bear. When Camilla calls on her, it's not in her capacity as Oracle to the Six, but as--herself. Lunafreya.

Lunafreya, dear. And she feels that so, so dearly.]

Yes. I'll be but a moment, Camilla.

[Good thing she didn't undress to lie down. All she has to do is slip out of bed, straighten her jacket, and gather her hair loosely over her shoulder and she's fit to greet the woman of whom she feels fondest in this sunken prison. When she opens the door, her unconscious smile has warmed to full, joyful brightness.]

Hello again. [Fancy meeting you here, stranger. By now, Lunafreya's come to expect these check-ins, these little outings --"outings"--with her friend; they're no small part of what keeps her going.] Shall I fetch my brush, or is it to be an afternoon in the garden?

[These are the privileges she's missed. Earth and flowers. Another's hand in her hair. Companionship.]

[Every moment spent waiting is worth it to Camilla; she knows that Lunafreya will not allow herself to be seen in any manner less than perfect, though Camilla would argue that Lunafreya is perfect no matter what state she is in. She's beauty and grace...

And that much hits Camilla when Lunafreya opens the door for her, Camilla's smile warm in kind--her heart beating ever faster at the beautiful, bright smile on the other woman's face. Oh she's in deep and she knows it. Camilla's almost tempted to say that Lunafreya doesn't need the brush, she's perfect as is, but--baby steps.]

Oh my, darling, it seems that you read my mind! [Camilla's hand comes to her mouth briefly as she chuckles, politely muffling it before her hand goes back down.] I was indeed going to ask if you would like to join me for some afternoon tea in the garden--I don't suppose I could spirit you away for that, hm?

[There's a part of her that'd love to ask, that'd love to offer to help Lunafreya freshen up--to run her hands through that silken hair, to have an excuse to do so, but--decency. And patience, at that. This isn't one of her siblings, this is a woman she respects and wants nothing more than to treat with the utmost respect.]

[Darling. Another endearment to tuck away inside her, to hide and hold and cherish. And to smile over.]

Oh, I rather suppose you could.

[Lunafreya steps out and closes the door behind her. Her hands fold themselves demurely in front of her--decades of training, of habit--but she doesn't drop her chin or hide her pleasure at the invitation.]

You, dear Camilla, are more than capable of carrying out anything you might set your mind to. But more than that-- [She chuckles and nods, voice light.] --I'd like to. I enjoy our time together more than I can say. Even under these conditions...

[Briefly, Lunafreya's smile falters. She glances down the hall, taking in the grim, unnatural lines of the facility, projecting upon it all that's come to pass. All they've lost, and the pain and futility they've endured.

Then she shakes her head and smiles up at Camilla once more, a bit more solemn, but just as genuine.]

Even had we not met in such a dire circumstance, I would treasure what we have, and your companionship is all the more precious to me here and now. Shall we?

[Dear Camilla, oh, how such praise makes her heart sing. Camilla brings her hand to her face, gently laughing--not the polite laughter that Camilla might reserve for a joke someone tried really hard on that fell flat, but a genuine, delighted little laugh that Camilla only reserves for few.

(And it also helps mask the light bit of pink that blooms onto her cheeks--oh, she's so in over her head, and she loves it.)]

You're so kind, dear. But I feel much the same; even under these conditions, I am grateful that we have found companionship despite it all.

[Camilla wants to say more, so much more--]

But yes, let us be off! We wouldn't want anything to grow cold, after all.

[Camilla's hand comes down from her mouth and she leads the way easily to the garden--Camilla's set up one of the table's nicely, cups and plates placed perfectly for them. The tea pot is still nice and hot, and there's even some pastries set out on another plate, still nice and delightfully warm from the oven. They don't look like anything you'd get from the cafeteria...

Either way, however, Camilla bids Lunafreya to sit; being that she's the host, she's delighted to pour Lunafreya a nice cup of tea, provided she doesn't wish to get her own. It's only polite, after all--]

I made sure only to get the perfect tea for such an occasion--and I used an old recipe from home for the pastries, if you would like one. It truly brings me great joy to have this time with you...

we found love in a hopeless place

Ohoho, 2b or not 2b. Heh... heh... heh :>

that is, indeed, the question, ohoho 8>

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