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

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

For other demons, you simply wouldn't get near enough for that kind of affection. Demons don't trust each other, and it's very wise that they don't, so they keep a certain level of distance between them at all times.

In Aziraphale's case, it was because touching him was akin to putting your hand on a low voltage wire. Not painful, but with a noticeable tingle.

When it comes to Elizabeth... it's because she's human. He doesn't expect her to understand that, but he doesn't stiffen up against the contact like he did the first time. Instead, he sighs and pats the back of her head lightly, then wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"I really hope you never have to witness how truly cruel the world can be."

[ofletters]

It... [ He can't tear his eyes from Dean's corpse, from the eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Sam hears Nora, but doesn't quite recognize her, or the fact that he's trapped in this memory. ] I can't just leave him here...

[ Some part of him knows that the real Dean isn't here, that this is... just another event, but it's very difficult to accept, and harder still to act upon. ]

[thecourier]

Yeah, I was.

[He pulls the door closed quickly, but not before another gunshot rings out. It makes him cringe, just a little, his shoulders hunching up against the sound.]

... but I lived. That was a year b'fore I came here.

[geiger]

You survived that long after being shot in the head? [ She looks at him with a great deal of respect, and almost disbelief. ] Must have had one hell of a stimpak.

[geiger]

Sam. [ She puts a hand on his shoulder, hoping to ground him in the way Red had her. ] It's not real. You try to help your friend, you're just going to see this over and over.

[morethan084]

Good point.

[The media has made sure everyone back home has known what she's done. They just don't have the facts.]

Do you like being called Black Widow?

[morethan084]

Outbreak of what? Some sort of infection?

[She can really only go off of what she's seen in movies here.]

[morethan084]

Yeah, and depending on who you ask, I'm not one of the heroes.

[She hated whatever it was that was making them be truthful like this.

Grip tightening on the back, Daisy broke eye contact with him and moved along the hallway silently. The only time she opened up about what happened back home was the first day she arrived here, to Fitz and Simmons.]

oh my god

[choosetruth]

You really are an amateur.

[It's not exactly news, but seriously, Jay. Seriously.]

[persevere]

"Okay sure, maybe right this second."

There are plenty of people Caroline wouldn't want to be around under certain circumstances, but that didn't mean she wanted to cut them out forever. It took a lot for her to want to do that, and she's pretty sure it takes even more for Elena to do it.

"But it sure sounds like you didn't want to freaking set her on fire or whatever, and you also didn't really do it, so she's going to forgive you. This is Elena freaking Gilbert we're talking about here. You killed her brother and she fell in love with you."

Seriously, stop being so dramatic.

"It's not about you. It's about her. Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself isn't doing right by her and you know it. Give her time. It's not like we don't have plenty of it right now."

[ofletters]

He's not my friend. [ She wouldn't know that, not without him saying, but he seems to struggle against her hand anyway, torn between wanting to listen, to spare himself, and to try again (and again and again) to save Dean. ] He's my brother.

[ And he'd never leave Sam. Not here, not anywhere, not even if it put his own life at risk. Sam had failed him, here, in the past when this was a reality, and in this... cycle, being unable to stop it. Wouldn't leaving with her - with Nora - mean giving up on Dean, in a way? ]

[geiger]

[ His brother. Nora's blood runs cold and her face tightens into an expression of mixed horror and sympathy. ] They showed me my husband. And my little boy. They were taken from me, over and over, and I couldn't do anything, just like when it happened for real. The only thing I could do was leave, I'd have gone crazy otherwise.

[thecourier]

His hand is rough and calloused in places, but the handshake is warm, firm but gentle. It always interests him to hear about how other people grew up. His own life couldn't be further away from books and labs, and yet he keeps finding himself drawn to people for whom that was the norm.

"Yeah... I gotcha. Ain't sure 'bout takin' a vacant room in case the damn thing moves."

She didn't choose a bad place. Dan likes it in here, too.

"Y' been around long?"

[ofletters]

[ Husband. Little boy. He hadn't realized she was married with a child, and that, somehow, jolts him a bit from the hold of the cycled memory. ]

I'm sorry. [ Sam offers quietly, finally looking at her, rather than at Dean. ] I didn't-...

[ She'd been right to leave the room. Had been strong enough to do it on her own. He steels himself, jaw tight. ]

... You're right. I know you are, it's just-... well, you know. Easier said than done.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Shaun actually doesn't read too much into any of that. Sometimes, when things are shitty, the best thing to do is not get wasted, because there's only so much good escapism can do you before you start using it to avoid your problems all of the time, instead of just take a temporary break from them. And as for the second statement.]

That's pretty much why I don't drink. Well, I'll have a drink once in a while, but I almost never get more than a little buzzed.

[geiger]

It's okay. [ She can't quite bring herself to offer a reassuring smile, but she holds out her hand. ] Come on, let's get you out of here.

[mandrakes]

[He catches her tone and chuckles. Five hundred was something of an overestimation, but--]

By the elven calendar, I'm over six hundred and fifty, so you'll have to forgive me if my numbers are a little off.

[His tone isn't harsh, though, and he still looks amused.]

But I have certainly reached an age where a few decades one way or another no longer matter.

[ofletters]

[ There's a second of hesitation - he can still see Dean's body out of the corner of his eye, after all - before Sam accepts her hand, allowing her to lead him out of the room. His movements are stiff, a little jerky, as if he's unconsciously trying to stay even as they move through and out.

The Wonderland hallway is not exactly a welcome sight, but it does help to solidify the idea that it had all been an 'event.' Another trial. ]

Jesus. [ He mutters, dropping his head, brows furrowed. ]

[backpacking]

That's bullshit. [ Comes the prompt reply. ] We shouldn't have to be tested by some dumbass... fake world.

[ It just sounds so unfair that she has to call it out. Right? And, how could it possibly be 'testing' them if it's just a maybe-sentient place? The whole thing is a little too sci-fi even for an imaginative mind. ]

[backpacking]

[ Ellie blinks, grateful for the change in subject, but at a bit of a loss for what to ask. ]

Uh... okay... [ May as well accept the opportunity to move on with the conversation. ] ... What's your favorite thing about where you came from?

[dangerouslyunhip]

He hugs back without a second thought, his embrace pulling tight so that Billy his flush against his chest, unwilling to loosen his hold for the next few moments. That other Teddy wasn't him, but he'd still been looking out from his eyes, down at his own hands. It had been surreal, and wrong.

"I wish I could make this memory vanish. Just-- send it somewhere so that you never have to think of it again."

But magic isn't his specialty.

[forwearemany]

It is a creator.

(The image is inaccurate. Creators have small stature, and typically adopt postures that allow for maximum seepage efficiency. Additionally, those who are warlike are a minority.

Their painting suggest otherwise.

...It is appropriate?)

[mucked]

Elven calendar.

[ she repeats the words with a half-laugh. an almost-chuckle of her own. ]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one.

[geiger]

[ Nora exhales deeply as they leave the madness of the room behind, closing the door firmly as they exit. When they're safely out in the hallway she pulls Sam into a tight hug. ]

God, I'm sorry.

[restinglichface]

[Lup can't help but laugh, surprised by how light she suddenly feels, hope swelling in her chest at this unexpected news. She leans back against the kitchen counter and sucks in a breath, delighting in how much easier they seem to come now. She's got this. She can wait as long as she needs to if he'll come back.] Yeah, I deffo got that so far. Place isn't exactly great.

[a beat] But if it can make Taako remember me again, I'll take it. I think I owe you big time for that.