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THE MURDERGAME SHIPPING MEME V1.1

This is probably too straight to accurately represent most 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 (recommended, so everyone knows what your character is About), 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! Profile code and some prefs options below.

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!

PROFILE CODE (pilfered from the general murdergame meme):

PREFS CODE:

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[ Garnet's first– last– first– thought is I can't breathe.

It happens too quick for her to really understand why. It's Thursday evening, not quite late enough for the house to feel dangerous, not with so many other people still awake. So she's in the library, trying to fill her mind with words so it doesn't have the chance to fill with her worries instead. She'd heard the soft creak of someone approaching her from behind but before she could turn and see who it was

A white-hot band of pain snapped into place around her neck and her world narrowed, contracted. As if from a great distance, she felt her own fingers scrabbling at her neck and heard strained, whispery noises escape her mouth in lieu of calls for help. There was an explosion of pain building up behind her eyes and her last– first– last thought is I can't breathe–

And then in the time it took that thought to end and another to begin, Garnet found herself somewhere else. The immediacy of the change was so jarring that she couldn't keep herself upright – she stumbled over her own feet and ended up on her knees, gasping air back into her lungs like she can't quite believe they're full again.

It takes her a moment to shakily lift her head and try and place herself... wherever this is. But when her eyes fall on Mordecai, she just freezes, her eyes wide and disbelieving. ]

... Mordecai...? [ Her voice comes out in a rasp. ] B–but you... I don't understand how...?

[Oh, hey, that looks pretty bad. Mordecai's just gonna go over and get down on one knee, putting a hand on Garnet's shoulder.]

Hey, hey, it's okay, you're safe. Uh- dead, but safe. Sorry.

[Like he said, good news and bad news.]

I know it's a lot, just try to breath.

[Hopefully that's not exactly the wrong thing to say here, whoop.]

[ She can convince herself for perhaps a second or two that she's just seeing things. Her vision had been swimming and graying on the edges only a moment ago, after all. Perhaps she'd been knocked unconscious and this was simply a strange dream. But then she hears Mordecai's kind voice so close to her, and the warm weight of his hand on her shoulder is like an anchor, dragging her firmly back down into reality.

If you could even call this reality.

Garnet's breath slams in and out of her lungs and it takes her a long moment to be able to get it back under any sort of control. She knows she's teetering on the edge of hysterics and struggles not to fall over the edge, but the effort it takes is almost Herculean.

Dead, but safe. Dead. Dead. ]

B–but... how are you... h–how are we here? Where are we?!

Not sure on the divine specifics of the soul and all that-

[He's the arcane science nerd, not the cleric.]

-but, uh. Some kind of afterlife, is all we've really been able to figure out so far. Just us, the ones that were in the manor. Sometimes spirits don't quite pass on like they're supposed to- friend of mine'd be better at explaining it, sorry- but looks like that's us, now. If I had to guess, something about the host's gruesome little setup with the rules and trials and everything is encouraging it for some reason. Or it's someone working against them, hopefully.

[that's definitely a comforting thing to say, right]

...you, uh. You want a hug, would that help or just make this worse, I can give you space too. Or a stiff drink, the saloon you all got showed up here after Rory and Olivia did. ...Oh, yeah, this place's been shifting to reflect the new unlocked floors week to week, it's fascinating.

[ It's... strange. Growing up in Chantphare, she'd heard stories of what was supposed to come after death. Vague ideas of warmth and light, pain kissed away by a spring breeze and nothing but bliss afterwards. Maybe it's because they've been taken and put in this terrible place, but Garnet can't imagine anything more distant from the Spring Court's gentle light.

She heaves a shudder that jumps all the way up and down her body like an electric shock. She needs to calm down. If they're still here, then perhaps there's still something they can do to help – and if they can, then they have to do it.

But right now... Garnet can't even bring herself to stand up. ]

A hug...

[ She makes a noise that doesn't quite make it all the way to being a laugh. ]

W–would... that be alright? [ Her voice is shakier and softer than she usually allows it to be, in front of the others. ] I'm... I still don't feel quite like myself...

Yeah, take all the time you need.

[And he'll just. Kind of gently envelope her in a hug? "Envelope" is a good word for it, he's a huge wall of muscle wrapped up in academia and a waistcoat.]

...Someone else is probably going to show up here in a bit, how bad's that gonna be for you.

[ Garnet sort of sags against him in the manner of one leaning against a brick wall for support. Her breathing is finally starting to settle back into something resembling an easier rhythm but her shaking hasn't subsided at all.

His question, though, makes her freeze as completely as if someone had hit a pause button on her. It hadn't even occurred to her that someone else would be arriving soon – of course they would, though, why wouldn't they? – but that presents its own kind of problem. ]

I... I don't know... [ She pulls in a shaky breath. ] Whoever it was who– [ killed me ] – w–who did this... they came up behind me. I didn't get a chance to see them...

[He might have a whopping 8 wisdom and an insight to match, but, uh, that's pretty obvious. His mouth presses into a thin line, and he lets out a carefully quiet breath.]

Right, got it. Hang on.

[The brick wall is now lifting you up into the air, Garnet. All things considered it's still pretty ridiculously solid support, and Mordecai is definitely carrying her away from the chance at suddenly being confronted with whoever killed her. It'll have to happen eventually, sure, but it sounds like this was a bad one, and there's no reason to NOT get some time to calm down and prepare first.]

[ I wish there was a flattering way to describe the noise that comes out of Garnet's mouth as he lifts her, but really, there's no other word for it than a splutter. ]

M–Mordecai...! [ She sounds very much as though she'd sink clean into the floor from embarrassment if she wasn't, you know, being carried along by this big beefy boy. ] You really don't have to– I–I can walk by myself if you really think we need to leave...!

[ For all her protesting, she's wise enough not to put up an actual struggle, because she wants to be put down and not, you know, dropped. ]

All right, all right, sorry-

[Okay, he'll gently set her back down- they've got at least a little distance from the graveyard now. He has, as perhaps noted by some strange force from beyond, say, some type of numbered wall, really long legs.]

[But he's gonna keep a hand on her shoulder for support. She seemed, bluntly put, a little likely to collapse.]

Ah- we don't have to. But whoever, uh. ...Whoever did this is gonna show up soon, probably. If you want to be here for that or not is up to you, I'll be behind you either way.

[dot dot dot]

Literally, I mean. If you want to beat them up a little I'll help.

[ Despite all her protests, her legs still feel like liquid when Mordecai sets her down on them. She doesn't know if it's a physical response – for however much anything can still be physical here – or just the shock of what had happened coming over her in waves. If she'd been alive, still worried about the others more than herself, she might have insisted on making it alone, but she reaches up and sets a trembling hand atop Mordecai's, not trusting herself fully to stay upright just yet. But she's walking on her own two feet, and even if the choked noise she makes still isn't quite a laugh, it's an improvement from before. ]

I think for now... I'd like to just find somewhere to sit and take all this in. And maybe later, when we're all a little calmer... I try and understand why they'd do this. Or I can try to, at least.

[ she's really gonna go down empathizing with the person who garroted her, huh ]

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cw: strangulation but more importantly, their height difference

height difference is stored in the half-orc

he's like a foot and a half taller than her i am fully losing my mind

do you expect me to make a high int/low wis himbo and not go whole hog on making him lorg

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u get the honor of the first tag w my edited icons

i feel so blessed

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