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

[restinglichface]

Horrible? [That doesn't really seem to fit the girl at all. Lup? For sure. But her? The elf can't see it.]

Whatchu mean? I bet you're overreacting, sis. No one's gonna judge you for that shit.

[thecourier]

Still survivin'. Ain't missed this sucker, did y'? [He taps his temple where a knotted purple scar marks the tissue just shy of his hair line.]

Had one hell 've a doctor. Securitron found me up there, carried me down t' Goodsprings. Doc Mitchell dug most a' the shrapnel outta my head an' saved my damn life.

[mettatonvevo]

[He looks bewildered at that statement.]

Were you trapped in your room for whatever reason? I'd say it is safer to have a lock than not. I have at least 4 locks on my door at all times.

[...you sound really paranoid, Mettaton.]

Of course, darling! Ask away!

[Yeah... Mettaton keeping a promise... right...]

[geiger]

[ Her eyes flicker up to the scar, which she'd always assumed he must have acquired here in Wonderland, where it wasn't a big deal for people to recover from such an injury. ]

If I ever make it out west, I'll buy him a beer.

[restinglichface]

Shit. [It slips out without Lup even meaning for it too, her eyes widening. It's pretty worrying that so many of the people in this place have been here for such an extended period, isn't it? How long will she be stuck here, trapped with a brother who doesn't remember her?] That's a long time, but I'm glad you managed to make amends over the whole thing.

...Though it's kinda weird to think of celebrating birthdays in this place. Time doesn't really pass, right? So you celebrate a few years in here, go back, and return to the age you were before? It's so weird.

[thecourier]

[A soft snort.]

Aye, reckon 'e'd like that. Name's Doc Mitchell. Drop m' name t' Trudy in the saloon an' she might even give y' a round on the house.

[He sighs then, though, looking back over his shoulder at the door.]

All the things it could'a picked... guess it ain't no surprise it'd be that.

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton is completely frozen as Mikan speaks. He can't deny anything she's saying. She's right. He knew, the whole time, from the moment he passed by her room, to the second he turned on his heel and walked to it, to the impulse that pushed him to open the door, what that meant.

"I knew the general idea of what would be in there. Whatever your worst memory would be. But I didn't know the specifics. And so I opened the door."

She looks so upset and Mettaton looks away. He can't bare it.

"It was just as easy to open the door as it would have been to walk away."

Speaking the truth doesn't always make things easier, apparently.

"I was curious about what reasons you'd have to really hate yourself. Why you think of yourself with such disgust. After seeing that memory, I'm not surprised you'd think so low of yourself if you're capable of that savagery. Though honestly, while it was frightening to see, I can't find myself in any way able to criticize- I was completely and willing to murder Frisk because I was sure that with their soul in my possession, I'd be able to defeat Asgore and leave all the other monsters alone in the Underground to become a star on the Surface."

He blanches.

"I don't know what was compelling you to act as you did, but I can't judge. I shouldn't have broken that promise."

[didntknowbest]

Not really. It did not solve anything between us. Every time I look at them, I cannot help but see the person that murdered me in cold blood. I told them so, earlier this event. So I am fairly certain any relationship there has been ruined.

[Toriel just... throws back the rest of her teacup of rum, and quickly reaches over to pour herself another one.]

I would not know. I have never gone back. And even if I did, I would just be dead.

[geiger]

Oh, I don't think it's so bad. [ She offers an encouraging smile. ] At least it's got a happy ending, one where you walked away.

[scoutsniper]

Mercenary, huh? So you fought for money, rather than what you believe in.

[No judgment. Okay. A little judgment.]

[thecourier]

[Shrug. He doesn't care for the judgement whether it's there or not.]

More t' bein' a merc than actin' like a weapon.

[Maybe the word didn't fit, but it was as close as any could come.]

'f I didn't like the job, I said no. Might want pay, but I ain't gonna lose my principles fer a few caps.

[scoutsniper]

Makes two of us.

[So keep your hugs to yourself.]

To keep people out of that shit. That's what I'm hoping.

[determinedest]

I don’t know how to make anyone go home, but maybe it’ll happen soon.

[They don’t really deserve credit for that. They’re just someone who’s been here long enough to know how things work. Surely no one is really owed for that, are they? ]

It’s not really...you don’t owe me.

[eyething]

( Elena had mentioned that Lucifer was still learning how to human. It was one of the explanations she used after Lucifer had sent her that lingerie. He didn't know how to friend yet. Damon hadn't been impressed with that reasoning, but the truth even'ts sure blowing that out of the water.

He narrows his gaze when Lucifer clamps his mouth shut. )

...she doesn't find you naturally enticing?

So most people find you naturally enticing?

[eyething]

They'd be a dick... or someone looking to blackmail other people or learn all their dirty, terrible secrets.

( Damon wouldn't put it past anybody, but he also didn't lock his own door. He didn't think to. Hopefully, no one's doing that, but he's not going to go around to see. He just wants to drink. That's it. )

[shorthair]

( Clementine thinks about that. What does family mean? She doesn't feel like she even knows anymore. It's more than relying on oneself. That's for damn sure. She doesn't really know how to fully rely on other people. )

That's the important part. Family has to always be there for you when- when it counts. Either way, I don't blame you for being pissed he lied to start with.

[romsapience]

Oh, I see now!

[As Turing peers at the picture of the creator, looking intimidating, they can't help but feel intimidated themselves. This is what created Legion? What a sight to behold!]

I never knew that creators could look so...fierce some.

[krmvgivv]

I guess his intentions were good. But it made me feel bad for a long time.

[naughty_nurse]

What did it matter what the specifics were anymore? He knew it would be awful. He knew it had upset her so terribly. Why else would she have made him promised not to look? He knew, and he didn't care. His own curiosity was more important. Mikan almost can't hear him over the blood pounding in her ears.

"I would have told you." Her voice is shattered glass. "If you had asked why I hated myself, why I think of myself this way, I would have told you... because you know how much I care about you..." He knew, he knew, she gave him Valentine's day chocolate, he knew, hew knew, hew knew he knew he knew HE DIDN'T CARE HE'S TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF TALKING ABOUT FRISK AND ASGORE AND THIS ISN'T ABOUT ANY OF THEM

"Is that all you care about?!" The tears flow hard, fast, down her face. "Being a star? Satisfying your own needs? All I did was ask you not to open a door! I didn't ask you to kill or to lie or to anything difficult! All I did was make you promise not to open a door! Do you not care about me at all? Did you ever care about me? I know you can't love me, but are you saying you never even liked me?!"

[naughty_nurse]

... Can you... Can you promise not to open my door, no matter what you hear inside?

[She knows that, without context, it sounds like she could be screaming in pain or agony or... well, insanity. She made a similar mistake with Nageki. Anything she can to do to prevent a similar incident would be great, and surely, good friend Mettaton will do it.]

[fishandclips]

That wasn't what I meant. I was trying to say that I appreciate being the exception to the rule.

[Mahir frowns, and sets down his fork to look at her more directly; even if this event wasn't making them say things they normally wouldn't, he felt like this was going to require his full attention.]

Maybe that's the case, but you can make the choices now, you know.

[saved]

( Peter lets out a soft sound at that though he doesn't meet her gaze as she looks away. he walks beside her, quietly, no judgement. it's not like he has any right to be )

The police like to shoot at me back home. I was wanted for vigilantism.

I guess that's a thing. I think we should be judged more by our actions and the context of those actions. Can't always trust authority to do what's right. But also, I was a vigilante so I guess they got it right.

[mettatonvevo]

Her voice is so pained and hurt and Mettaton knows he's messed up more than he ever has before. As she talks it dawns on him. Who is he to stand here and try to make excuses? He knows this was for curiosities sake. And he knows how it feels to be on the other side of this equation. After all, didn't Frisk do this to him? Didn't Frisk do this exact same thing by breaking into his house and reading his diaries? Remember that devastation, Mettaton? Remember how awful that was?

He looks to Mikan, sees the tears flowing down her face, and knows he can't walk away from the truth of this. He can't walk away from how much he's hurt her in this moment. But, at the very least, he can tell her the truth.

"It's not all I care about, no. But it is a great part of what I care about. Like I told you, I'm selfish. I'm a selfish person. Coming to Wonderland, I have been trying to change. I have been trying to be better. I've been trying to be more considerate of other people's thoughts and feelings. But... clearly here, I failed."

He can't look away from that truth. But her next questions make him respond immediately.

"No! I like you! I love you like you're my family! You've always believed the best in me and looked out for me and comforted me and done so much despite how much you dislike yourself and that has always been so admirable about you. I care about you so much, Mikan."

Wonderland's magic pushes. He hates that it pushes so much.

"I can't even say that caring about you that much would change how I acted. I've broken promises to my family before. I should be a better person to those I care about, but I'm not. It was a stupid, impulsive act, but I do like you. You have every right to be mad."

He doubts she'll ever forgive him for this. His soul twists at the thought but... well. He deserves this.

[mettatonvevo]

Of course I can! I promise. I won't open your door no matter what I hear.

[The painful part is here... he means it. The idea of breaking this trust she has in him is the furthest from him, else Wonderland wouldn't have let him promise.

He doesn't think for a moment that he could change his mind on the drop of a dime.]

[choosetruth]

[Oh, she doesn't want to talk about this. She has enough trouble thinking about it. Her identity issues are just... a mess.]

I'm not saying I would have chose differently. I am her. I'm not--

[This time her cutting off has nothing to do with an attempted lie and everything to do with her frustration at trying to articulate a point she isn't entirely clear on herself.]

I'm Georgia Mason. I'd never want to be anyone else because she never wanted to be anyone else. But I don't know if I'd feel the same way if they had asked me before they put her memories in me.