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

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!

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( ooc: not a problem - let's get you to at least 7 comments here! )

Yikes. I'm sorry to hear that.

[she sips her cold tea, clearing her throat as she puts the cup down]

Yeah, I have a, uh, thing for stuff like this. I mean, I'm talking to an AI. That's wild!

That's s-so cool though! It's been a really long time since I got to make a new OC.

[They're all self-inserts, like. We know what's up here.]

But here, uh, I can start it over! If you, uhm, w-wanna watch the first episode...

[It's finally hitting her how... weird this must be? How weird she must be for getting so overenthusiastic on him, considering their history, and she shrinks back just a bit.]

I mean, uh, if that's okay. I don't want to make it, uhm, weird or anything.

You used to make OCs?

[His interest perks up a little. He doesn't even attempt to hide it.]

It's a little weird already. [It comes out before he can stop himself. He shakes his head. He's really gotta choose his words carefully before he says something Flowey-like.] But that's... okay though, right? I don't really have any hobbies or anything here - I didn't even expect I'd be here this long!

[Haha he didn't really want to say that last part. Time to quickly keep talking.]

S-so maybe it'd be nice to try something new?

[Regina takes a matching breath. Her almost hysteria has died down now and she's coming to her senses.]

... He wouldn't want this. Not if it meant doing this to myself.

[And so, Regina closes the door.]

I think it's supposed to be the other way around.

[He reminds her so much of her father that it makes her heart ache.]

She reaches out and takes his offered hand. "Good to meet you too, Dan." She laughs, looking a little bit sheepish. "Not really. Although it wasn't exactly planned... but I've always felt comfortable around books. And lab equipment." She'd grown up around both. They were a little bit like home. "And better here than anywhere that might hold someone's personal memory."

One of the only ones.

[It's... nice to walk like this. Even if the circumstances that pushed them together aren't the greatest, they're still able to find some relative peace among the chaos.]

The greenhouse is good for quiet, too. I take care of it when I can.

[Besides a soft laugh of her own, all Regina can do is listen, not wanting to interrupt. It's easy to tell that the admission isn't willing, but even so, it deserves to be heard.] 'Love is weakness.' That was my mother's creed, to the point she tore out her own heart so she wouldn't have to feel anything.

[She accepts the bottle, lets it dangle at her side.]

Did they get what they deserved in the end?

_{[Oh my god.]}

Are you deaf!? I've been sayin' you're makin' it sound gay as shit, you moron! Just shuddup with that talk! Friends. Friends. It's one simple word!

_{[He snaps this out from around the couple of lawn chairs and the sleeping bag he's picked up. He has to do some rearranging and crane his head to be able to see Ishimaru from around it, the end effect more comical than dramatic.]}

_{[Oh no, sir, don't even think that thought.]}

Why don't you practice what you preach? I told you to back the hell off me once already!

_{[Ryuji is up and out of his seat in a flash the moment the other moves to grab him, roughly swatting reaching arms aside and reclaiming personal space with a short, hard shove of his own. Like two deer clashing antlers over territorial lines, it's a warning. Get back in your place before I put you on your ass.]}

So back the hell off.

_{[For fuck's sake, this guy doesn't make it easy, does he? The similarities to his father are bitter ones--all Mondo would need to complete the look is a can of beer in his free hand a slur to his words to go with the clenched fist and he'd be perfectly imitating one of Sakamoto Sr.'s drunken outbursts.

It puts Ryuji at fierce odds with himself. On the one hand, it'd serve this fuckface right if he loosed the hottest edge of his feelings and burned niceties and restraint to the ground. On the other, he's aware there's enough truth in what Mondo's reluctantly divulging that it's worth holding himself back, even if he seems the only one willing or able.

He doesn't yell, or walk out. He doesn't bite back. He is, however, in an increasingly foul mood for listening to a meandering story, standing stiffly in case things should take another physical turn, his uninviting stare simmering with a banked anger.

But he tries, by god. No one can accuse him of not trying.

For his part, he's impatient to hear more. The wall of words and details and reasons and word vomit on how Billy killed Suzy in the parlor with the candlestick is illuminating--especially the robot bear bomb (the fuck?) and surgically precise threats--but it's not entirely the pea under the princess' mattress he's after. Get to the point, he narrowly avoids snapping, unsettled on top of being ticked off that Mondo should expect an attentive, well-behaved audience when he, himself, has been nothing if not difficult.

Recognizing what this is, that Mondo's under the event's sway, that he's building up to the whole picture piece by piece, he holds his traitorous tongue. Pissing on the carpet he's laying out at Ryuji's request would no doubt get him to clam up.

(And he finds he doesn't want to ask who the "chick gone bad" is, suspecting he might already know and not wanting to get into that thread of conversation, not here, not now.)

Instead he does what he's told--he listens. And for a second or two after the fact, waiting the pause out in expectant silence like a statue that's frozen in place that way. Okay. And? Mondo had wanted the peanut gallery to hold its comments until the end, hadn't he?

After a few beats pass, he relaxes his jaw and opens his mouth, if only to show he's taking in what's being said.]}

They threatened you with videos of someone or something important to you so you'd "play"? So what was yours?

_{[He hadn't been planning on asking that level of personal question, but he's pissed off.]}

(ooc: I'm actually good on activity threads. If you need it though I can certainly help with that.)

Acknowledged. We had achieved peace with our Creators prior to our arrival in this location. We died for this caeuse.

(They chatter.)

We are a swarm intelligence. You are speaking to 1,183 A.I.

( 'love is weakness.' to mikael, everything but cruelty and ruthlessness was. to esther, love was only strong when wielded by her. he feels a prickling of shame, not because for centuries he had believed that love was weakness, but because his daughter now will suffer for it. (from the enemies he made. from him, if he's not careful.)

klaus looks down. he knows what a betrayal that must have felt: a parent forsaking love of their child for themselves. again and again.

his answer comes swift, without hesitation. this is a truth he admits with earnest spite and buried anguish. ) I slaughtered them both. ( he looks to her. ) But I made her suffer for it first.

( after a moment, klaus cannot help but ask. in his shame, in his fear. ) Did you believe your mother? Her creed?

Where you remember? [ She thinks of Infected in tunnels, bus stations, malls, and schools. ... But, then, Infected aren't zombies. Infected aren't the dead come back to life: they're people taken over by a fucking fungus.

R isn't Infected. There's a difference. ]

... Right. [ Ellie sighs, finally. ] Well... are there any other zombies you hang around? Like, friends, sort of?

You're the one who looked for trouble! I wasn't gonn-- [ God. ] Tch, y'know what? Forget it.

[ Like hell he can stand having this fucker here any longer. He's gonna move on.

Doesn't mean he's gonna budge, though ー he's not gonna back off. You don't get tell him to do shit. Whether or not he notices the impatience oozing out from the other one doesn't matter. It won't make him speed the story up. At least, he'll give all the detail he finds necessary to avoid getting thousands of questions and more, especially when the other's so set to prove his fault, even when he already admitted to that. Fucking saints. Why the hell's he even humoring him like this?

Just look at that, there you go. Question number one. ]

'Twas my biker gang. It started with some video message from them, and then the next thing... it showed them on the ground, motionless. [ He shrugs, but the look in his eyes show anything but indifference. ] They ain't some second-rate in brawls, I don't buy that bullshit.

--Anyway, after all that, we had to go on what they called 'class trial'. We gotta find who was the culprit, and if we didn't, we all'd get executed, vice versa.

They [ Yes, they, not 'us'. He wasn't bright enough to give useful inputs, and he's aware of that. ] found the culprit, and he got executed. The rest of us gotta continue the life there.

[ Ah yes, they're getting close. ]

No one moved for days after, so the wacko bear got us another motive: secrets. If no one killed in 24 hours, each of our secrets would be spread all over the country. I dunno how the fuck they did it, but they figured mine out. ...That I... [ How many times have he said this since he'd gotten here? He's not getting used to this even after all that. ] ...killed my big bro. [ It's still painful to say aloud, even if it's the truth. ] You saw what happened ー part of it. ...I couldn't let the team find out, 'cuz it'd all fall apart for sure if they knew. Keeping the team together was my promise to Aniki, so I... just kept thinkin' how to prevent it all from happening.

The more I thought, the deeper I was in those dark thoughts. I didn't wanna kill anyone.

[ He doesn't care how hypocritical this sounds coming from him, he's just saying what he feels. ]

But... Fujisaki then came to talk to me about the secrets, saying that 'this kinda thing' wouldn't bother me, 'cuz 'I was strong'. At that time, it just felt like a spit to an open wound ー like a sarcasm. 'cuz... Fujisaki was trying to change for the better. Fujisaki was strong. I... [ He grits his teeth. ] I was envious of the strength Fujisaki showed. The fucked up kinda envious that pushed me to blind rage.

All I saw was black then, and before I knew it...

[ There's no need to finish it, is there? A long suffering sigh leaves his lips, the look in his eyes reflecting his weariness. ]

Happy now? You've gotten the full story.

( his head turns to look towards his shoulder when he hears the radiowaves coming off of it--but it's two seconds too late, the device goes off, and jon's giving a startled yell as he loses his balance and falls off the edge.

all the way to the bottom, landing in one of the bushes surrounding the building. the shirt he had been wearing is in tatters now, thank you. jeans ripped, but at least he didn't kill his shoes this time. )

That almost hurt, Damian!!

[Damian looks down over the ledge when he hears Jon shouting something at him. Damian has no pity for your shirt Jon. Get over it, you can get a new shirt from the closets.]

Yeah, but just almost.

[The teen gives a small shrug, but makes note of the pain threshold or at least that he was approaching one.]

I warned you I would put an explosive on you. You failed to stop me. So I win. What’s my prize?

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I could see how that might put a dampener on things.

[This day just gets more and more interesting. Annoying, but interesting.]

Never experienced mortality, myself. Hitting the ground after the Fall felt close, but-- [A shrug, and a distasteful expression.] I'm fine with that being the closest I get.

[Shrug. Nod? He doesn't remember spending much time at the airport but he remembers knowing that's where people would be. What he'd found hadn't been what the Living called people, but there was safety in numbers, and the airport hosted such a large number of Dead that the Living didn't dare to come near it.

But she asks about friends and she might not expect the way his expression brightens up. Or that he nods.]

Y-yeah. One. [One finger held up. Just the one. R pauses, tilts his head slowly to one side, then shrugs with a crooked little smile.]

H... he's a-an asshole.

[ That... makes her snort, amused and surprised. ]

A dead asshole. [ She supplies dryly. ] Wow. Glad he's still got his, uh... 'personality.'

[ Even after whatever happened to him. ]

Does that... make you feel better? I guess? Having somebody there you know?

[R looks like he thinking about that. The cogs are turning however slowly...

Then he shrugs.]

Guess so.

[He couldn't even say he really knew M. R barely knew himself, and the two of them had never had what could be called conversations. M was just a familiar face, a central point around which R could occasionally ground himself, but for the most part he preferred to spend his time by himself.]

Th... there was someone-- else. A girl. Julie.

[Damn it, why did he say that?]

"I dare say I have as well," Nathaniel replies with a small grimace. His conversation with Robyn could have been far worse if they didn't have the kind of friendship that they did.

"Wonderland hasn't been showing any mercy of late."

[He smiles at that, though it looks far sadder than it should.]

No... you're certainly right.

[Had Dettlaff, his friend, been a better judge of character, Regis may not have had to do what he did. He pinches the bridge of his nose briefly, rubbing it with his thumb and forefinger.]

There are many things that might cloud a person's judgement.

Many, yes.

[ -- mild agreement.

but peggy can't help but pursue the avenue since opened. ]

I'm assuming 500 isn't an exact number, but rather something of a ballpark. [ her mouth twitches. ] At what century does one start losing track of the discrete years?

[It's a much preferable topic, so he'll take it. He gives her a wry little smile.]

Let me think.

[He makes a small show of counting on his fingers.]

Four hundred and.. thirty six years old, by the human calendar. I suppose that 'five hundred' may have been overstating it.

-- Good Lord, was it ever.

[ she chides him -- almost sweet, in effect, despite the topic and the circumstances. ] By that math, I'm nearer to sixty-two than I am my first bloody birthday.

[ she does the math fast. on instinct, really. she's twenty-six, you see. ]

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