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mistletoe meme but people die-

THE MURDERGAME SHIPPING MEME V1.2

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, if you want a format to follow. Remember - unexpected murdergame ships are the best kind! Don't be afraid to tag out and across canons!

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. Musical Theater - Sing a love song! Whether you're playing from a specific musical or not, live your romantic duet dreams!
7. CHRISTMAS!!!! - The holidays really can be murder! Welcome to some kind of cozy Christmas-themed residence, and remember: they're your present this year! Because the only other thing you're liable to get is fucking murdered.
8. 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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Name: Yakko Sakazaki| Champion Bystander/Ultimate Best Friend
Age: 17 | Species: Human| Occupation: Student
Likes: Her friends, sweets, Michiyo Shiraishi
Dislikes: Studying
Traits: Loyal, extroverted, energetic, quick-tempered
Trivia: Yakko Sakazaki often helps out at her family's traditional sweet shop.

[ What's On The Table: Yakko is a relatively normal teenage girl. She's dragged into the supernatural happenings on in her area after the mysterious death of her childhood best friend, Michiyo. She's a bit more restrained than she normally would be because of grief but... she's trying her best. Sometimes you go looking for a way to revive your best friend and get a powerful killing curse instead, oops?
Looking for: I prefer shipping her with other girls but I'm not against her meeting a boy! She can be a handful and protective so someone she can help would be good--but because she's going through a rough patch someone more sensitive wouldn't be bad either. She's also from the eighties! So someone teaching her or bonding with her with more modern tech would be fun!

Also, I guess, if your character has a strong sense for the supernatural, let me know. Some of the curse might have rubbed off on her or something and we can talk about it.]

Name: Mariko Shinobu | SHSL Sorority Initiate/Ultimate Feminist
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student
Likes: Quality time
Dislikes: Men
Traits: Devoted, obsessive, vain, callous, violent
Trivia: Although it's against school rules, she secretly she paints one nail red.

[ What's On The Table: Mariko is the daughter of an erotica author who abandoned her family for a model and she's got heavy abandonment issues and a chip on her shoulder about men, which she makes no secret. She's got the subtlety of a knife to the chest. Mariko is an intensely devoted friend who wants you all to herself! She'll defend you fiercely to the point of violence, and is known to turn this on herself if she doesn't get her way. If you have other friends... no you don't? She'll whisper in their ear about how you secretly hate them and have been saying cruel things behind their back. Eventually she simmers down and, when she's truly in love, she's very feminine and gentle. There's even a place in her heart for true friendship at a certain point. Though, given the murdergame circumstances, isn't likely.

Looking for: Someone to obsess over, a friend-of-a-friend to corner and threaten, a classmate who will patiently level with her about her behavior. A butch to have and to hold. Pairs well with pure types who are patient and considerate. Ultimately I'm looking to be strange and off-putting. Shipping wise, it's F/F only.]

Edited 2024-11-17 22:37 (UTC)

[Yakko and Mariko have been, surprisingly, getting along quite well! As high school students from before the heyday of the internet and the like, they've bonded quite well over the last few weeks. Yakko hasn't been seem to be taking all of this well, though. Becoming less bubbly as the weeks draw on. She doesn't hide but she's withdrawn, more gentle. A far cry from the girl who was ready to punch their overseer on day one.

But that means she's been relying on Mariko more. She's even been sleeping in the same room as her--on the nights she hasn't been roaming, which have become more and more frequent. Yakko... has not been getting a lot of sleep lately.

Something about the motive this week had set her off. The motive had been simple, a question that would be answered if you could get away with murder. Yakko had read her paper and then ripped it to shreds, throwing it in a garbage can before anyone--even Mariko--could read it. A show of her fiery temper that was supposed to have been extinguished.

She hadn't talked about it to Mariko, either. She always seemed... colder when she talked about Michiyo, after all. She didn't feel like poking that particular tiger. That's why she had left their room on a Thursday, wandering the halls trying to find something.]

Name: Project ReCension v.1.84.15 | Champion Free-Runner/SHSL Fresh Start
Age: Yes | Species: Human (Enhanced) | Occupation: Fugitive, Deck Hand
Likes: Green, heights, running, sweets, stars | Dislikes: Sterility, needles, schedules, running
Traits: Tenacious, cunning, awkward, anxious | Trivia: She goes by Echo, a name she chose herself.

[ What's On The Table: A feral raccoon of a teenaged (roughly seventeen, she thinks??) girl, who does very, very poorly the first day here. She possibly literally spends the first few days hiding in vents and duct-work, if any is accessible, generally staying the heck out of everyone's way if not. But once it becomes clear that everyone here is more or less in the same boat, she fairly quickly warms up to people- or attempts to. Girl's got a habit of saying some very unsettling, awkward things without realizing it.]

[If there's any kind of gym or similar facility that's where she spends most of her time; the other most likely place to find her being whatever spot has the most plant life, if any such place exists.]

[Very at home on a space station setting, extremely out of her depth but delightedly so on a tropical island or other natural setting. Her basic competence follows the same basic spectrum. Not super helpful at trials, unless a fight breaks out- she's actually kind of worryingly good at fighting? She'll offer- well, she calls them lessons, they're more like sparring matches where she tries to verbalize what's probably supposed to be concrit in the aftermath- if asked.]

[She definitely hordes food, like unsubtly so. And if she has a roommate, or anyone is especially sharp eyed, they might not she gets a medical-looking delivery from the hosts on a regular basis. (Or does not, if the hosts are that kind of asshole, but there's probably substitutes in the regains until something tragic happens.)]

[Looking for: I have a general preference for shipping her with girls, but I'm open to anyone with chemistry. She absolutely does not have any idea what she's doing in a relationship and might need to be told she has a crush on someone.]

[Her type tends towards overly enthusiastic extroverts, or anyone sufficiently passionate about things. And who treats her like a person. Beyond that, ooc- sparring buddies, someone to protect, someone to drag her into shenanigans.]

[Come at me with anything, I'm open to a lot.]

Name: Lydia Deetz | Small Medium / Champion of Bad Influence
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: Teenager
Likes: The morose, the macabre, the strange and unusual
Dislikes: Her father, creepy old guys
Traits: Mourning person, not a morning person
Trivia: Lydia might be legally liable for the death of a girl scout?

[ What's On The Table: Teenage goth girl who loves to cause problems! And sing upbeat numbers about her dead mom. Sees dead people. Dances with dead people. Almost gets married to dead people? Has so little respect for authority.
Looking for: Man idk hit me up! Slight preference for girls but I definitely am open to her holding hands with a boy. Works well with other Gothic Types, but also open to her bullying someone or being unexpectedly soft. ]

Name: Alexandra Foster | Two Titles Not One / Champion of the Black and White
Age: 18 | Species: Human | Occupation: Older Sister
Likes: Smoking, Drinking, Acting, Her Sister
Dislikes: Her Mother, Wiggog Y'Wrath Lord Of Despair, Fortnite
Traits: Bitter, Driven, Caring
Trivia: Lex is a licensed emergency agent of the United States Government, a title she was psychically conferred.

[ What's On The Table: Lex is a high school dropout and burnout with a drinking habit, a smoking habit, and a deadbeat boyfriend she plans to run away from home with! Well, planned to run away from home with. See, not two or three hours before the start of the game, her dumbass boyfriend got murdered over basically a Tickle Me Elmo. So like. She comes with a lot of baggage.

Not the least of that baggage is her little sister, who she is basically raising and has been planning to take away from their abusive mother soon! She will make it very clear, because she is a very direct and no bullshit sort of girl, that Hannah is her priority ahead of anyone else in this place.

In terms of personality, Lex is not the easiest person to get along with, but also if you're nice to her she will get to the point of "yeah I'd shoot a guy for you" surprisingly easy! Her love language is taking any excuse to yell at people for you. Also if you want a smart girlfriend she is not the one for you, she has not been to school in a minute. Which is all to say she's the last person you'd probably expect to have a longstanding secret dream to run away to Los Angeles and become an actress! And yet.
Looking for: I'm pretty open! I tend to play Lex in a very "it's 2018 what do you mean you're not bi and have pronouns" sort of space, although I'm not interested in anyone who's hardline like. "This murdergame is the place where I'm going to make you stop drinking and smoking." Leave that to the imaginary fleet of murdergame dads if it's going to happen, she's been through a lot. ]

Name: Ai Hoshino | Super High School Level Idol / Champion Superstar / Your New Oshi
Age: 20 | Species: Human | Occupation: Idol
Likes: Secret ❤
Dislikes: Secret ❤
Traits: Savvy, Scintillating, Shrewd
Trivia: The only food Ai doesn't like is white rice.

[ What's On The Table: Impressions and permissions here! The dazzling lead singer of the pop group B-Komachi!! Not that it's going to do her any good here... then again, maybe an impromptu live from an idol who made it all the way to the dome will do something for everyone's morale!! An always smiling people pleaser, Ai proves to be a friendly, magnetic presence who'll go out of her way to connect with everyone and make sure their spirits are high. Isn't that what idols are for? Of course, as the weeks go back and things get increasingly dire, a slightly more calculated side of Ai will emerge – while she frequently plays the ditz (and uh, sometimes just is a ditz) it becomes clear that she's much sharper and more observant than she likes to let on. And that ever-effervescent smile might start to look a little calculated – or maybe a little desperate. After all, how come she's so secretive? Why does she never let the facade crack? She's just an idol, so what does she have to hide?

Looking for: M/F, F/F, */F with an IC preference for the former and 18+ only! lbr you guys were all in r6 and also you've been on my tl long enough to see me be insane you don't need me to explain her more. Works best as the lighter half of a serious/silly, grumpy/cheery, etc sort of ship but with the understanding that she's actually fucked up!! Ai will be extremely cagey and dishonest about her circumstances and will be prioritizing surviving and getting back to her kids above everything else, but I like the angle of Oh No I Caught Feelings For This One Person Who Crowbarred Their Way Into My Defenses And Now My Priorities Are Out Of Wack. you know the stuff. ]

[Calypso was dead, to begin with. The day had been bad even before the trial- after a week of hostages dangling over their heads, everyone had been at a boiling point. When Finn finally confessed, Echo had nearly torn his remaining arm off.]

[But they had voted. The execution had been brutal, as always. Now all that remained was the cruelly mundane task of trying to carry on.]

[Echo often kept at the edges of the large communal gatherings that had become a sort of grim tradition; today she was entirely absent.]

[But in the massive greenhouse, overgrown with poinsettias and holly and pine trees now far too large to be brought into any home and tiny flowered cacti and for some reason trees bearing tiny oranges, Echo was- also not obviously present.]

[Unless someone were able to spot the extra mass of purples and blacks among the shadowy upper branches of one of those aforementioned trees, perched precariously high.]

Edited 2024-11-19 19:49 (UTC)

Name: Elizabeth | Champion Prophet / The Shepherdess (Power uncaged) / Torn Apart
Age: 19 | Species: Human (amplified) | Occupation: Lamb of Columbia
Likes: A good book, freedom, dancing, paris
Dislikes: Being caged, religion, her parents
Traits: Free-willed, book-smart, powerful, haunted
Trivia: Elizabeth lost part of her pinkie finger in an accident as a baby.

[ What's On The Table: The seed of the prophet, who will one day drown in flames the mountains of man... Or not. Because Elizabeth is essentially a Disney Princess, if Belle was held hostage by a crazed cult of fascist nationalists in the stylings of 1930s americana. Despite it all, she's actually pretty well put together! But, as you can probably imagine, Elizabeth hasn't had much social interaction at this point, so, if you're looking for a relationship in her, there might be a bit of unrealistic romanticizing.
Looking for: Idk fam, you know you can throw anything my way. Anyone who's looking for a bit of old-timey romancing, other powerful beings wandering the multiverse, book-lovers, and troublemakers. Bring me your weak, your hungry, etc etc.]

Name: Calypso Dynamite| Champion Tagteam/SHSL Abs
Age: 72 | Species: Human (Enhanced) | Occupation: Quartermaster, Fugitive
Likes: Fighting, noodles, hot baths, open air
Dislikes: Fighting, betrayal, FTL flight, the smell of sanitizers
Traits: Headstrong, enthusiastic, loyal
Trivia: She chose her name from a pair of restaurant advertisements.

[What's On The Table: Abs.]

[But really, you want an Amazonian golden retriever? You've got one. She's here, she's giving amazing hugs to anyone that needs them, this is a threat. Cheerful, outgoing, friends with anyone that doesn't outright tell her to fuck off- and honestly even that isn't a guarantee- dumb as bricks and allergic to introspection or looking at the past. But once you've made the incredibly easy step of getting her to pack bond, she's pretty ride or die. She'll give training to anyone that asks for it.]

[The harder part is getting her to pin any given relationship down or expect anything long-term. The mutual killing environment- might help that, might hurt, hard to say.]

[Day one she assumes this is some sort of broadcast sport, and despite any objections she makes to people in authority she also seems just a little too at home with the idea. You might catch her actually crying over any real, fresh food supplies that are available. Possibly tries to fight whoever's in charge, probably entirely too cheerful about getting her ass kicked when she does.]

[As time wears on she's relentlessly cheerful and tries to keep everyone's spirits up, whether they want it or not. She's not immune to all the loss and pain, but she is almost disconcertingly in the moment. Cal will offer self-defense classes to anyone who wants them, or at least tries to be workout buddies with anyone else who's physically inclined. Or just assumes they're workout buddies despite evidence to the contrary.]

[Competent enough at investigation, usually pretty useless in trials. Possibly manages to annoy someone into confessing.]

[Very prone to casually dropping details about her home that are absolutely horrifying to anyone who isn't steeped in capitalist space hellscape.]

[Looking for: Cal is practically made for Grouchy Loves Cheery ships, but also does really well with another chipper goofball who can enable the both of them into shenanigans. Someone to protect, someone to spar with, someone to wow her by being really smart or bookish- someone that makes her laugh? Anything is on the table as long as there's chemistry. Treat her like she's worth caring about and she's in.]

[Also, height differences? Height differences. ...They're almost inevitable, but.]

Edited 2024-11-20 02:10 (UTC)

[After two months of ghosts, shadows, and murders- they've escaped. The ghosts of their dead returned to life, the front doors of the mansion finally unlocking and creaking open. The fog clearing, the sun rising.]

[Calypso stretches, tasting the fresh morning air, looking up at the tall towers of the mansion, shading her eyes.]

...bet I can get us both up to the top there. The bell-tower.

Name: Alfred Vint "Alvin" Svent | Champion/SHSL B.F.L., Former Informer, Unconvicted, Beyond a Treasonable Doubt
Age: 26 | Species: Human | Occupation: Mercenary
Likes: Roguish fashion, cities, peach pie, the ladies
Dislikes: Responsibility, consequences, weird food like "soda rice"
Traits: Juvenile, smarmy, remorseful
Trivia: Alvin's coat was a birthday gift from his uncle, who died in an incident involving experimental spyrix.

[Well, ain't that the most flattering profile you've ever seen? Alvin himself seems pretty put-out about it, though he tries to laugh off the harsher descriptions. "Smarmy." Yikes. Some gamemaker sure woke up on the wrong side of the murderbed, huh? He'd go with "charming," personally.

For all the slander about his personality, Alvin's trying his best for his fellow captives... maybe? He slips quickly into a big brother role, if a sometimes hapless and inappropriate one, attempting to lighten the mood with bad jokes, innuendo, and make-your-own-fun projects around their prison. Kids bring out a bit of a protective streak, too, so he's not a total failure of an adult all the time.

He goes grim-faced and flat in an investigation, though the gallows humor continues to raise its untimely head. Still, he manages to hold his own and contribute. These aren't his first grisly deaths, after all. And when he's inevitably pressed about his past in high-stakes situations, he comes clean about the dirty deeds he's done: triple-crossings, espionage, murder, and manipulation, just to name a few of his sins. If he's willing to confess to international (inter-world?) terrorism for the sake of the group, maybe he's not totally unreliable.

But motives that promise mistakes undone or revival of the dead really, visibly get to him. Given everything, is this re-re-re-re-turncoat a man you'd trust with your life?]

[Late Thursday night in St. Junko's Academy of Despair; it's been long enough that everyone here knows the danger the wee hours of Thursday and Friday represent. Especially with the threat hanging over them; kill, or be scattered to random dimensions across the multiverse. Maybe they'd even be universes that could support life, if you were lucky.]

[But it's in these circumstances that Alvin will receive a knock on his dorm door.]

[It takes a hot, hot minute before there's any sign of life. Eventually, though, something creaks behind the door--a man coming to see what such a night has in store for him.

After a pause, the door cracks open just enough for him to peer out, frowning with concern.]

Cal?

[The way he's standing keeps one of his arms completely hidden from view.]

Hey Alf.

[She's leaning against the wall outside the door. It might look casual, were it not for the hand pressed to her side, centered over a dark crimson stain on her shirt.]

Ha... guess I hecked up real bad here, huh?

Whoa, what the hell.

[While his features widen in shock and concern, his voice remains low enough for secrecy. He drops the baseball bat he was hiding--quietly--then kicks it backwards to slide across the floor, out of the way, so he can take her elbow and usher her inside.]

Shit. What happened?

[WHAT MONSTER WOULD MAR THE INTERGALACTIC TREASURE OF THIS WOMAN'S ABSOLUTELY THRESHED ABDOMINAL MUSCULATURE??]

I was patrolling.

[Inside the light of the room, she's pale and sweating. She sits on the edge of Alvin's bed.]

Jack got the drop on me, that mask-wearing prick. Didn't see the second knife.

That piece of...

['Handsome,' his damn ass. As soon as she's seated, Alvin switches on the beside lamp, yanks the case off his pillow, and offers her the latter.]

Keep pressure on with this, okay?

[Deep down, he's panicking, but he has nothing if not experience masking terror in adverse situations. In the meantime, he starts tearing the pillowcase into strips for bandages.]

Should I expect him to come knocking in a minute, too?

Uh- probably not.

[She winces, pressing down on the wound.]

Been a while since I had to break a neck but I know what it feels like when it works.

[The wince turns into a sadly fierce smile, just for a second.]

[He pauses for a second, looking at her. The truth sinks in, as do all its attending implications.

Then Alvin shuts his jaw with a click, shoving those implications aside. They're not going to think about that right now. He's not going to think about that right now.

(No, no, no, no, no. Not again. He can't do this again.)]

Well, good riddance to bad company, I say. [Keep it moving, Alvin. Keep them both talking, both working on survival. He sits beside Cal, touching her arm in a careful, wordless request to see the wound.] If you didn't, I would've had to. Damaging a trans-dimensionally recognized treasure like this.

[It might be that he's focused on wound care, but he's not meeting her eyes.]

Yeah. Sorry you didn't get a shot at him.

[She rests her hand on his shoulder as he checks her wound, giving a small squeeze. Much as she'd like to retreat into the usual bubbly optimism and free-association, it's been too long here to even pretend to not know what happens next.]

How's it look?

[Pretty bad, if the blood wasn't indication enough- the exact severity being left as an exercise in yes-anding, how tragic are we getting here?]

[ Nothing about this situation is remotely fucking normal. But then again, has she ever actually known what normal is? Maybe normal really can be spending ten hours in the gymnasium of a fucked up abandoned boarding school yelling at fellow kidnapping victims about the brutal death of someone none of them knew a few weeks ago. Maybe normal can be her counting the days until a hostage motive, when they taunt her with her little sister and she knows that it's going to break her. And she knows she's not smart enough to get away with it.

There's something that's beautiful
Being awake for my funeral

But she's not dead yet. And unlike at home? There's more than two people in this shithole who care about her. And she has reason to care about them. For example, there's Ai.

Speaking of Ai, it's time for the post-execution party, and she's Lex's first stop. Doesn't even mean to do it, really, but there's something about Ai that makes her kind of want to beat a record executive until he starts dropping loot. Which is strange not because of the violence but because she feels like it's not the kosher reaction to have to someone like her. Honestly, though? Fuck it. Ai is the nicest thing she's ever even come close to borrowing, let alone having in her life.

Okay, no, that one's weird, she is not taking today's killing well. Feelings suck. Time to be blunt and insensitive. It's what the world expects from deadbeat high school dropouts with good-for-nothing parents, after all. ]

So... turns out Tetsuya Ida fucking sucked. Another week, another jackoff showing his ass live at murder school.

[ She pulls out and fiddles with a cigarette, but pauses. ]

Like, I know you're probably not all right, because fuck, but... scale of one to actively falling off a cliff?

[ Christmas. Why did it have to be Christmas?

It turns out, it isn't more fun to watch a teenager die when they're impaled by giant lollipops versus something normal like spears or knives or literally anything else. Lydia can handle those things. But this place? This is garbage.

Echo's not garbage, though. Echo's cool. And uh. Also very high up. Which is a bummer, because Lydia actually likes talking to her. ]

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your... you know. All of it? Some of us can't climb trees.

...

[It takes him two beats too long to answer.]

I'm no doctor, Cal.

[What he wouldn't give to be Jude Mathis. It's not the first time he's longed for spirit artes, or for any ability to heal--to stop people from slipping away right in front of him.

Face tight, he guides the pillow back into place and holds it there with her, his hand over hers.]

...I'll--get supplies from the nurse's office. Once we slow the bleeding. You need stitches, I know that much.

[Christmas comes what, two or three times a year depending on which galactic calendar you're going by? Getting turned into a killing game was probably inevitable, really.]

[There's a short pause- whether it's hesitation or getting herself something approaching ready to speak to another human is unclear. But the branches shift, a few needles raining down, and Echo swings down. Dropping from branch to branch, crouching on the lowest branch. Her eyes are dry but red.]

Rapunzel. I sort of know that one. She's one of the Disneys, right.

[Better to talk about the commercialized hellscape of spacefuture fairytales than actually addressing anything currently going on.]

[Echo extends a hand downwards.]

You want up or should I come down?

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mistletoe meme but people die-

Yakko Sakazaki | Paranormasight

mariko shinobu | oniisama e

rng gave me 2 - 5

Echo Darkglass | OC | OTA

Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice The Musical. The Musical. The Musical.

Alexandra "Lex" Foster | The Hatchetfield Trilogy

Ai Hoshino ★ Oshi no Ko

RNG says it's a Christmas afterparty

Elizabeth | Bioshock Infinite

Calypso Dynamite | OC

Just escaped a spooky mansion game, ama or something

Alvin Svent | Tales of Xillia

RNG says we're in some kind of school

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so the other half of this prompt I rolled was "5" (cw: blood)

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rng says 2-3 so. lmk if this works.

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Well, I rolled for wound severity and got a 7 out of 10...

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