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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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[There, that's the chilly response he deserves. He takes his spatula and uses it to peek beneath one of the eggs. Nope, not quite done.]

Depending on how you look at it, I was either fourteen or... I dunno. Something shy of twelve, when I got my start.

[Fourteen when he joined--or was pressed into--Exodus's intelligence unit, spying for his uncle off the books by age twelve. Alvin was betraying people who trusted him before he could shave.]

But if we're just talking about the desperation to survive and make yourself safe, when no one's there anymore to do it for you--guess I learned about that at six.

[He pokes at the eggs some more. Further down the counter, bread pops out of the toaster.]

I didn't mean anything by it, Presa. I'm just agreeing. It's a lot to put on a kid.

[ The answer – it feels like an honest answer, at least – catches her somewhat off-guard. The fact that their similar start ages doesn't really surprise her, from what little she's gleaned from him and what he's said to the Chimeriad and Maxwell's group, but the second part of the answer is what gives her pause. She watches him quietly for a little bit, trying to further get some idea of what he's thinking.

She jumps slightly at the pop of the toaster going off. These machines (spyrix, or whatever Maxwell had called them?) were something she wasn't probably ever going to get used to. ]

... is that when you first showed up in Rieze Maxia?

[ It's a quiet question, like she's still trying to weigh her options if she actually wants to ask it or not. ]

[For the first time in a minute, Alvin looks at her. It's the briefest of sidelong glances, there and gone, yet there it is--a glimpse of uncertainty. He wasn't expecting Presa to ask for clarification; or, perhaps, he expected a different, harsher tone.

Still too much of a coward to meet her eyes for long, he starts transferring eggs to toast, toast to plates, enough for two.]

Yeah. You know the tsunami that ended the Battle of Fezebel, twenty years back? That same storm blew in all the Elympions who eventually became Exodus.

[Including little mama's boy Alfred Vint Svent, newly fatherless in a terrifying, lush, hostile world.]

[ She hums in recognition of what he's talking about, since he's clearly trying not to look at her too much right now. She'd make a comment about it, but given the fact that he's generally being more open than he's been in a long time – and also maybe because he's making her food – she keeps it to herself for the time being. ]

I can't imagine what that must've been like. Especially for a six-year-old.

[ Which is why they even formed Exodus in the first place, right? She can hear what Alvin had said back in Kanbalar about their initial goals, that all they ever wanted was to go home. Who could blame that? Presa didn't have a home, not until Gaius gave her one, but even she could empathize with the desire to leave a hostile place and back to where they belonged.

Her gaze finally breaks, looking down at the eggs and toast on the plates, then back at the stove. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, trying to will the images of Teruteru breaking down out of her vision. ]

It's certainly enough to drive anybody to drink.

[ teen drinking is very bad, etc etc ]

[That wins her one of those familiarly crooked smiles as he turns to offer her her share of breakfast.]

Heh. Well, at least I didn't start that at six. I waited until I was all grown up to pick up that fun little vice.

[The smile, like so much else warm and familiar in life, fades. Alvin catches himself studying Presa's face, wondering if it would feel the way his fingers still remember if he grazed her cheek. He runs a hand down the back of his skull instead.]

Listen, uh. ...I can go if you want. You don't have to force yourself to share a table with... well, with me.

[That's a sad look to be saying that with, though.]

[ That gets her to laugh, quietly, as she takes the plate from him in a nod in thanks. ]

Better late than never, I guess.

[ Presa considers the plate for a moment or two, before looking back up Alvin when he mentions leaving. Part of her thinks it's probably for the best – even if they're stuck in this dangerous and unfamiliar situation, she's not sure it's the best idea to be staying so close to him. Nothing's happened, of course, but she knows that that doesn't mean that nothing's going to happen. Burning bridges was his specialty, after all, and this place is all but encouraging that to happen.

And yet, seeing that smarmy, all-too-familiar smile, she knows she can't help herself.

She's grateful for the kettle finally going off, giving her an excuse to turn back to the stove and hope he missed the slight blush over her cheeks. Spirits, she's weak – she can just hear Agria making fun of her right now. ]

I don't mind. I wouldn't have taken your offer if I did. Besides, it's probably better if we're seen together in case people start asking questions. [ she coughs, her tail swishing back and forth as she grabs a cup and a tea bag from the cabinet ] Do you want one?

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