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

[noble_son]

She is a particularly cute cat, with the added value of Nathaniel of being a reminder of an old friend. The cat purrs noisily under Natasha's petting hand, nudging her head against the woman's fingers.

"Most people wouldn't call me the sentimental type," the rogue replies candidly, and then nods. "Younger sister. I'm the eldest of three. Myself, Delilah, and our brother Thomas."

[burntvideocassette]

I know it has.

[Has he seen it? No. Has it shown up on the tapes? No. Maybe he should qualify that answer.]

I mean, I know it can. It's been here before, and it doesn't...it doesn't just stop.

[Thinking...helps, dumb as that sounds. The static's clearing a little bit. He's feeling more like a human being.]

[Should he?]

[He remembers the look on Tim's face when he bolted. Now he thinks he might know why.]

I don't think I should talk about it now. I'm supposed to, or, or I want to, but I think it's too easy to...to screw things up, like this.

[mandrakes]

[The reaction might not be immediate, but he waits. He still manages to look that tiniest bit surprised when she does indeed take his hand - not a thing that happens often - and gently clasps his free one over the back of hers.]

But it still hurts. I understand.

[He moves his hand only to close the door.]

It takes more strength than you might think to acknowledge that.

[sonofab]

[She's kidding, right? She must be kidding, what God of destruction would wear such a gaudy sweater? Now if she said she was a God of love then maybe... or God of blinding sweaters. That's a thing, right?

Wait--What? Everything she's saying sounds made up at this point.]

...Are you attempting to fool me?

[mandrakes]

Keeping oneself busy is often a good way to avoid thinking about the things that trouble you. [Said candidly, for he has no doubt that the both of them have similar aims when it comes to that matter. He's seen much activity around the mansion today, while people pursue the same goal.]

I'm surprised you don't have more helpers.

[poppycock]

( his arms wrap around her waist and he holds her tight, as close as his strength allows. his head tips into hers, his breath on her neck. for the moment, there is only the solidity of her embrace, broken and bristled by one her memory's whimpers. his eyes open, but it's not her voice that has him still, it's the voice of someone else.

he hears it, feels the presence of that second door behind his back.

'always and forever. i used to admire that vow. it gave me back what had been beaten out of me...'

he's filled with dread. it's enough to feel as if his heart has stopped. slowly, his arms loosen around her; he pulls back. )

[moraloutrage]

Y-yes, it is certainly doing wonders in that regard! [And he finds himself having no problem being honest on that front too!]

Ah, well others may come eventually, although I should have done a better job of spreading the word! Still, I don't mind taking on as much hard work as I can for myself!

[mcgucket]

I wish you wouldn't refer to it as "wrecking our brain" like that...

[Even if Stanford... isn't exactly wrong here...]

... Hey, Stanford?

[beautifullies]

My husband is here. [ She begins slowly, letting out a soft breath. ]

My husband is here and when he leaves, when I leave, there may be no seeing each other again. I've tried to capitalize on every opportunity to be with him, but there are times he acts as though...that isn't going to happen. That we'll be fine.

[uncaging]

She looks delighted for just a second, then the weight of his words hit her and she's blinking back tears.

"Mr Crowley that... that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha scratches the cat's cheek gamely, giving a slight smile. Listening to his answer, it's hard to say for sure if his honesty is the result of this latest event or if it's the sort of thing he might have said anyway.

"Maybe you don't normally show it off?" Amused, not trying to press but continuing the conversation. "Never had any siblings to say how normal that is."

[mettatonvevo]

"The feeling is mutual, there. Alice wasn't kidding when she said these were the worst things that ever happened to you. It just says a lot when some of the memories are from here and some of them are from home. Mine was one of the former."

He sighs, but shakes his head. The truth is gonna slip out no matter what he does, clearly.

"How can you not mind? It's a forced invasion of privacy. Are there not things you wouldn't want to have aired to the world at large?"

He gives Newt an unimpressed look.

"You're right. No one should have to deal with these things. And you're included in that. I hope you remember that. Don't be so selfless that you let yourself get hurt."

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji nodded and shifted, putting his hands on Minato's shoulders before getting his arms around him and pulling him close.]

Let's go find a tearoom.

[mettatonvevo]

Ha! Insufferable you say? That's funny, seeing as apparently a lot more of the people here stuck in this mansion like me in comparison to you!

[This is absolutely happening and Mettaton is only slightly sorry for how much he is not fighting the truth aspect of this event.]

I'm at least charming in my selfishness. When you're selfish, it's just annoying.

[He rolls his eyes.]

Oh yes, like I'm supposed to wallow in my own self-pity and despair for the rest of my life. Move on, Toriel. I did.

[didntknowbest]

Of course! Who cares if you tried to murder a child? Why would that matter? You do not even feel bad about it, and you are just oh so charming. Why should you feel bad? Everything is all about you, after all!!

That was all sarcasm. You are horrible. You are a horrible person who has done horrible things, who does not even pretend to feel bad. When someone calls you out on your attempted child murder, all you do is try and turn it back on them rather than own up to what you did.

[Toriel's fists are clenched, getting pretty worked up as she yells at Mettaton. So much so, that the air around her is actually beginning to heat up slightly.]

[jivitadana]

Okay.

[Minato leaned more into Souji. He didn't want to let go from this hug just yet. He loved Souji so much and thought that they could be closer now after this.]

Will you carry me there?

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys can't help but giggle a little at that. Brain powers. What a way to think about it.]

Yeah, the r-real world is always harder. I guess I just always wanted to believe that if I was, uh, given the opportunity, I'd become a real hero, you know? But in the end, I'm still just... me. For better or w-worse.

[mviw]

It's easy to be arrogant when I'm often right and you know it. [He only halfway means that.]

...? Yes?

[mettatonvevo]

[As the air begins to heat, so too does it begin to crackle with an electrical charge. Fire and lightning make for a potent mix.]

Don't you dare presume like you know how I feel! I do feel bad for what I did to Frisk! It took me a long time to get to this point, and I will not stand for you to tell me how I feel when I have been trying to grow as a person!

[Uh oh. There comes out that pesky truth, and Mettaton growls.]

Once again, you're not better than me. Not in any sense. You cast judgement on me like you didn't raise a paw against them the first time you took a step into Wonderland. You were going to kill them. And in other timelines, you do. Murder is murder, regardless of intention, and while I was an arrogant ass in how I went about it, we both still have their blood on our hands, no matter how many times they reset it away.

[He'd much rather stop this right on its tracks but he can feel the truth bursting its way out of his mouth and he follows up his words rather quickly.]

So what? You'd rather I grovel? Throw myself at Frisk's feet and beg their forgiveness? Do you know how degrading that is? Do you know how they are? They would forgive me on principle, not for any true feeling of clemency! If I want anything to change with them, I have to earn it. And whether or not I do is none of your business!

[didntknowbest]

Ah, of course. It took you, what was it, months? Over a year, to start feeling bad? To realize that just maybe, you tried to take someone's life for the most petty and selfish reasons imaginable, and that that was wrong?

Why am I not surprised.

[Nope, Toriel is not even the slightest bit moved by the revelation that he feels bad.]

You cannot possibly think things are so black and white.

I am aware that what I did was wrong. I freely admit it. And for Frisk, between us and them, no, intent does not matter. All that matters, for them, is how it made them feel. If they were more hurt by what I did, or by what you did, or if it is all the same, then that is their decision to make.

But for the rest of us? Intent matters a great deal, and you cannot possibly pretend it does not. But then, of course you would take such a position, where you can nobly proclaim that it is all the same and you are no worse than anyone else.

I can forgive most of the monsters of the Underground, though. Those who had been led astray by their leader. I can forgive those who had been under orders, and those who had been fed lies about what humans are like. Those who had been led to believe they were fighting some kind of great villain for the good of their people, and had no way of knowing better.

You, though? You were under no orders. You had no misguided delusions of destroying humanity. You wanted to go live amongst them. You wanted to be a star, while you abandoned the rest of your people to their prison. You wanted to follow your dreams, and you did not care who's blood would be on your hands to do it.

Saying that you are the same as me, or the same as any of the other monsters of the Underground is an insult. Nobody is like you, Mettaton. You are utterly alone in being such a terrible, unpleasant creature.

[By this point, Wonderland's forced truth is... having very little effect, honestly. It just kind of got the ball rolling.]

[bloodmagics]

There's at least one... [He frowns about his own upcoming choice of words but he sure what else to use.] version of me that uses blood magic. That scares me more than anything else.

[Damn honesty.]

What about you? Do you know much of your own future?

[Oh god Hawke no.]

i have no good icons for this rest in pieces me

[mcgucket]

[oh my god Stanford can you not--but Fiddleford is going to ignore that as, for a moment, he's actually not sure what to say despite the truth inducing effect this room has. so, he conveys the truth he wants to share via a physical action: he lets go of Stanford's hands, but instead of moving away, he's moving closer...

... and wrapping his arms around the other man in a tight hug.

And while being closer means that Stanford will be able to see certain things like the patches of his hair that are thinner than the rest from hair that's been torn out and slowly trying to grow back, or the way his clothes seem looser than normal from losing weight, or even the shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep... Fiddleford doesn't really care about that right now. Instead he's entirely focused on this, the feeling of gratitude that he has for this person here in front of him.]

[shivving]

...Yeah. Me, neither.

[ The admission surprises even him, but...well, it's true. He's not in an ice cream mood, and never had been. He'd just been trying to think of something to distract Ellie. Something she might enjoy. ]

Y'wanna just...sit somewhere?

[ Not her room, obviously. Or his, if he can expect the same sort of nightmare there. ]

[restinglichface]

Oh.

[Lup's been trying to push the door thing from her mind, but pretty impossible, huh?]

That bad?

[restinglichface]

[Lup falls silent, just for a moment, taking the kid's words to heart. For everything that she'd heard of Wonderland so far, this is the biggest, most relieving surprise yet. Taako could come back to her with his memories. She doesn't know if it's even going to happen at this point, but if there's a possibility, it's something.

She's going to cling to this hope for as long as she possibly can.]

I had no idea. I... [And alright, maybe now she's getting a little emotional, but only just barely, eyes looking slightly wet.] Thanks, kid. Thanks.