It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Friday October 27th - Tuesday October 31st
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch all for the Horrible Memory Truth Event!
The Story:

For the duration of this event, everyone's entire room will be replaced with a memory playing on loop. They will likely recognize the moment as soon as they see it – it is a moment they remember as the worst moment of their entire lives. It could be a memory from home or something that happened in Wonderland. Lengths of the memories will vary, but they will find that these are not memories they can merely watch – they can step into these memories and attempt to make changes to them, and the memories will be long enough that they have time to make changes (though no more than 24 hours). However, anyone who tries will find that it is futile. No matter what you do or how hard you try, the outcome is always exactly the same somehow. No changes you make will prevent that horrible outcome. It just happens over and over and over again no matter what you do.

On top of that, perhaps complicating any attempts to make changes, everyone will be forced to be honest for the duration of the event. No lies or half-truths are allowed, and filters will be gone for the entire five days. If something bothers someone then they will blurt it out, regardless of whether or not it hurts someone's feelings, and no one will be able to simply keep quiet when they have something to say. They must be truthful and honest with every word they say.

This is a catch-all log for all of your Worst Memory needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and Room Number + Floor for character rooms, or just location if you're making a top level for a public place in the mansion (like the tea rooms or the kitchen) so people can see if there's already a thread available. And here's the plot post if you need it!

Have fun!

Comments

[jivitadana]

How much of this do you think is fate?

[Was it fated for him to do this? "Intervene" but was his intervention already preordained along with its outcome?]

[thevulnerability]

[ Chloe looks relieved, relaxing a little bit. If anyone could possibly understand it, it's Georgia, and Chloe is finding herself thankful that she can confide in her. She knows she loves Lucifer, but her mind is still reeling from the reality of what's happening. There isn't really a precedent for dating the Devil, but it probably falls into a similar taboo category as dating a sibling. ]

You're probably the only one who would really get this. [ She smiles softly. ] How did it happen, exactly? I can't imagine realizing you felt that way about him was easy on you.

[restinglichface]

No. [Another tidbit she doesn't necessarily want to get out, but Lup just rolls her eyes and lets her mouth do the work for her. She can't stop it, may was well just ride this train into the station.]

Happened before here. My bestie wiped his memory clean of me. It's this big thing. Complicated. She finally popped into Wonderland and there's nothing here to use as a quick fix. So we're just kinda... waiting, I guess.

[eatsyourscience]

I didn't ask to see this again. And I didn't ask for it to be available for other people to see it.

[The heart rate monitor stops it's regular beep in exchange for a single, high-pitched tone. Souji takes a deep, quick breath in through his nose, as though tensing for something to happen. But it's just that sound until his uncle makes it into the room and repeats Nanako's name several times.]

[modore]

I don't know. I don't know if I even believe in fate. If it existed, I wouldn't be able to change things, right?

[He looked away, pausing for only a second before he kept talking.]

On the other hand, it might be fate that I can do it at all. But if that were the case, why would these things happen in the first place?

[bravejemma]

Companionship. I suppose that's a word for it.

[She shakes her head then. She doesn't want to talk about it, and Peter really doesn't need the full story.]

[bravejemma]

Very much. [Skint was a generous term, even.] Well. We all survived, more or less in one piece.

[determinedest]

[To have the most important person in your life forget that you even exist.]

[They don't know exactly what that's like. They have a handful of reasonable analogues, but it seems unfair to try and apply them to this when it's obvious that it's not their pain, and they shouldn't be wrapping themself in loops and knots in an effort to understand it when they can't.]

[They can't solve every person's problems flawlessly here, like this. They know that.]

Maybe he'll go home and come back with memories of you.

[Given the way they can say it, it's apparently very much a possibility.]

[fishandclips]

[Mahir lets them have a moment; he knows they both need a little reassurance, after what they're all being forced to relive. He gives them as much privacy as he can by averting his eyes, until he gets restless and clears his throat.]

As fond as you both are of property damage... What are the odds that we might be able to get away with just... walking out of here and locking the door behind us?

[thevulnerability]

[ Chloe flushes, pulling her eyes away from him. She could easily blame it on Wonderland, but it's only forcing out what she's thinking. For all of her prickly stand-offish-ness, Chloe is a giant softie on the inside. ]

You're welcome.

[ With a sigh, she rests her head against the wall. ]

I tried to change mine. I don't know why, honestly. I knew it wasn't real and I still wanted to change it. [ For Trixie's sake, and Lucifer's. Even though she knows it wasn't real, there is a part of herself that still desires to protect them and it's not a part she can easily shut off. ] You're memory was your expulsion?

[fishandclips]

[He can't claim to be terribly surprised by what she says, or the fact that she's saying it, as jarring as it may be to hear Georgia Mason admitting something like that. This event is all about uncomfortable truths, and Mahir's afraid this conversation is going to end up very uncomfortable before too long. He busies himself with portioning out two plates.]

Yes, well, if it's any consolation, I'm reasonably sure you know more about me than you do about most of the staff. I'm not a very good cook, but I did have to survive living on my own before I got married. I couldn't live off of take away, according to my mother. Both she and Nandini are much better at it than I am.

Ninth floor, room 62 b

[fishandclips]

...Why do I feel like that's code for something decidedly not as mundane as a paperclip.

[fishandclips]

Being British, Mahir may not be the most physically demonstrative friend Maggie has, but he's worlds more affectionate than Shaun, and certainly Georgia. He might not even realize how starved he's been for physical contact since arriving in Wonderland, mostly because it's not a thing he really thinks about. But since marrying Nan, he's gotten used to a certain amount of daily physical contact, and he's gotten much better at being the one to initiate it, and at telling when it's needed or welcome.

He gives a soft laugh, without much humor behind it, and squeezes her gently. "Why are you reading my mind? I don't know that I could do my job half as well without you. I mean that. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is knowing you've got the fictionals in hand. I don't think there's anyone else who quite understands what we've been through with the site in the last year. Which is good," he adds quickly. "I wouldn't want all of our staff knowing what we do to keep them employed. But it makes a hell of a difference knowing you're there if a crisis comes up."

[adaptiveimmunities]

I dunno, man, I really want to set something on fire.

[He glances at George.]

You ready?

Ninth floor, room 62 b

[adaptiveimmunities]

Because you know me very, very well.

[punful]

hm. kinda? energy is part of science, so a lot of different fields study it. chemistry is kinda like applied physics. chemistry in particular is concerned with why things happen. and how things change.

[He could honestly see Chara ending up in one of the more practical fields. Probably not physics--something more like engineering or chemistry. Actually doing things, as opposed to just sitting around and talking about stuff or writing lots and lots and lots of equations.]

yeah, heh, i can see how you'd like that sorta stuff. the world needs more people who look at something and ask why or how something is the way it is, or why or how something happens. most people just accept things the way they are. the best sciences who make the biggest difference are...well, determined.

[Not necessarily capital-D, but still.]

[punful]

you're often surprising.

[She's good at surprising other people, certainly.]

[He narrows his eyesockets just slightly.]

if you boil it down, yes. but you know it's more complicated than that.

[God, why is he still talking to her? He should just go. He's got his fries. There's no reason to keep putting up with this.]

[He turns away.]

i believe in protecting myself and the people i care about.

[outstandingbalance]

I don't doubt that. [Everyone here has something. Natasha doesn't for a moment imagine hers is uniquely awful.]

Like you said, my room isn't an option. And I had to be somewhere.

[Natasha shakes her head and takes a deep drink of her beer.]

And I might not be getting drunk, but it doesn't mean I'm not getting something.
Sober seems even worse than drunk.

I'm working the grey area here.

[choosetruth]

[She should feel bad about how much she's clinging to Shaun in front of Mahir, who clearly knows even if they've never told him themselves, but she can't bring herself to right now. Not in this white room that she's spent so much time locked in, dreaming of Shaun bursting through the door to pull her to safety. She flashes him a slim smile, an arm still tightly wrapped around Shaun's waist.]

Sorry, Mahir. I have to side with Shaun on this one. [She turns back towards the white, white room. There's a burning rage in her eyes, one she usually keeps tamped down or at least hidden by sunglasses. Here and now, it's as clear as anything. Even if she wanted to hide it, she couldn't.] Let it burn.

[shivving]

[ Ellie's silent, passively following along where he leads, and Joel is likewise quiet, still worried about her. What she might be thinking, after all of that.

He's determinedly not thinking about what might lie behind his own door. If Ellie had found that...well, it can't be anything good.

But he's not focusing on that right now. Whether he chooses to face his own past or not, Ellie comes first. Joel clears his throat, glancing down at her, still clearly concerned. ]

You uh...want some ice cream or somethin'? Big ol' sundae. All the toppings you want.

[choosetruth]

I don't think I've ever actually told this story.

[Shaun knows it. There'd be no point to telling him. And while a handful of people know now, no one's ever asked. Rocket's disinterested, and Cissie might be accepting, but she doesn't want details, and while she's certain Maggie and Mahir know, they're either too polite or too weirded out to ask, and she's not about to offer.

She doesn't expect anyone to want to know more about her and Shaun. Letting them alone is really all she can ask. But now that someone actually wants to hear, well...

It's kind of nice. She smiles slimly, that quiet, barely there smile that she gets sometimes when thinking about Shaun, and leans back against the wall.]

It was easy and it wasn't. You have to understand, the way we were raised... we only had each other. I once compared the private footage from our house with public images and did the math. Eighty-two percent of the times my mother has been physically affectionate with me have been in public, somewhere the cameras could catch it. We were adopted as a publicity stunt and raised to boost ratings. Our parents might have provided for us physically without fail, since to do otherwise would tarnish their reputation, but emotionally? It was just Shaun and me.

[Her voice is calm, almost serene. These are facts, and she's always been comfortable with facts. Even when they're terrible.]

[choosetruth]

Not sure how much consolation that is.

[She's a bad friend to everyone, not just Mahir. It doesn't always bother her. She has Shaun. She doesn't need anyone else. But sometimes she feels like she should have made more of an effort.]

I'd still bet you're better than me. If there were a way to burn cereal, I'd find it. [One corner of her mouth lifts slightly.] Shaun's better at it. Or maybe just more patient. It's never been a priority.

[moraloutrage]

I... I see. That certainly is a problem! [He looks down at the ground with a frown.]

Does that mean that, despite my efforts, I have not shown myself to be likeable at all?!

[trabryu]

[ Again, he shakes his head. ]

There ain't somethin' anyone can do. I dunno what's goin' on out there, but not even police could do anythin'. ...Not that I thought they could do stuff, but y'know. [ He sighs. ] 's all real fishy. We didn't even know what happened outside the school 'cuz every opening was barricaded with metal.

[ The atmosphere of that school just screamed wrong. After all, it didn't make sense how all 15 of them pass out together at a classroom for no reason. There must be something bigger going on. Someone with great power in control. Then again, if there were superheroes back in his world, could the situations be somehow different? Would those superheroes be able to fight all the crap that fucked up bear robot threw at them and get them all out from there?

There's probably no point in thinking about it. The truth stands, there isn't a superhero back in their world. At least, he's pretty sure Jon and him came from a different world, not just a different country. It's still such a kind thought, though, and that's what Mondo really appreciates from his little friend. But more than anything, he's really grateful that Jon's willing to admit that he's at fault. It's... strangely validating. It's almost like Jon accepts him, despite his past wrongdoings. Well, Mondo isn't really sure whether he accepts him or not, but at least he's willing to acknowledge that and listen to everything. It's more than enough. The reassurance Jon tries to extend is like a good bonus.

Mondo knows, more than anyone else, just how much Daiya cared for him, how much Daiya wanted him to live on, how Daiya would do anything for that. It was why Mondo tried so hard to keep his promise to his big brother as a man: to keep Crazy Diamond together. If there's anything he regrets even now about dying, is that he couldn't fulfill what he'd sworn to do for his brother. He doesn't say anything about that, but the look in his eyes might tell Jon something. ]

......

[ At this point, he realises how much more aware he is of his breathing through this talk. It's like he needs to remind himself to take a deep one every time. ]

Thanks, Jon. And sorry for keepin' this from you all these time. Must feel real shitty to know that your friend's a criminal, huh.

[ In a way, he's betrayed Jon's trust. ]

[trabryu]

[ Wow. That fucking stings.

It's true that he killed Fujisaki, though, and he certainly is capable of knocking regular people out. He won't blame anyone being wary about that, especially not this fucker ー Mondo himself isn't sure he won't kill this guy out of blind rage. He doesn't respond, unless gritting his teeth counts as one.

But the reaction to his workshop gets him to turn his head, defensive scowl forming in between his brows. ]

What? [ He glances at the big wooden board and the saw on it. Well. ] 'm not gonna cut you up unless you say shit. Sit your fuckin' ass down if you want me to talk. [ Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he glares down at the scrawny teen. ]