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

[normandysbest]

The ones who move the world.

[She responds before she thinks of it, but it's not like she could stop herself. She knows what they mean. But she's never-- before the Mansion, she's never know anyone quite like that. No one else who had everything resting on their shoulders, being the only ones to move the world.]

Back home, it's just me. There isn't anyone else like that. But I guess it comes with the job description.

[normandysbest]

[She laughs a bit, a half-shake of her shoulders for nothing more than filling space. But she does shift a bit, curl slightly out from herself. Just enough to put her hand on top of Legion's on the sand.]

I know why you did it. I just... I miss you, okay? I'm always going to. Maybe it'll get better with time, but... I dunno. It's just how it is.

[determinedest]

It's just me back home, too.

[Even if they were less alone than they first assumed, in the end, when the final departure closes over them like waves over a drowning person's skull, when they exit the dark and step into the sun, there's the echo of old words in their head, in their chest, in their SOUL.]

[Guess it really is still just you, Frisk.]

I guess it's selfish to think it, but I don't want to lose someone who knows how it feels.

[punful]

[He gives a half-hearted attempt to tug out of her grip.]

th-this isn't an anime though, al. it's not just gonna--work out just cause of...feelings or whatever. besides, i'm...i'm pretty sure he already knows.

[God he must be crimson at this point. He looks away, trying to shrink into his hoodie.]

the way we're connected, we can both feel it. but that doesn't mean... he's got his mirror influencing him, and he keeps talking about how celebrities can't have relationships, and i'd be so bad at any sort of relationship anyway, i'd, i'd screw it up eventually, and compared to him i'm nothing.

[He groans quietly, because that last part slipped out against his will. It's not like Alphys didn't know what a low opinion Sans has of himself, but still. Stupid Wonderland. Stupid event. Stupid crush.]

i'd...just drag him down. i'd just be more of a burden on him. and besides, it's--selfish, when he's still dealing with his mirror. i should just be...focusing on supporting him and getting him away from mirrorton, not...indulging some stupid feelings that don't matter.

[uncaging]

There's something gratifying in knowing that he's chosen not to lie to her, but she still looks very unsettled.

"Mr Crowley, if there's something terrible going on there, I want to know about it. I can't just go about my business knowing there's something nasty in the background."

[forwearemany]

(They watch as she relaxes, reaches to touch them again. They almost squeeze, but stop.

Shepard is probably familiar with the rippling motion their headflaps make when they're debating something, or otherwise in deep thought.

Their actions do not feel... sufficient. They have spent considerable time among Organics, both here and on the Normandy, and they go through their accumulated files now, seeking similar scenarios.

...Consensus achieved.

They withdraw their hand, and attempt to give Shepard-Commander a hug.)

[normandysbest]

[She takes it, intending on finishing this fight. This has gotten endlessly out of hand by this point, and they need another closer, they need something. So she's the one who responds, ducking between him and Jay.]

Give it up, Alex! Leave, or I'm coming to kick your ass!

[This needs to end. She's getting him out of here.]

[restinglichface]

[Well. Damn. This whole truth event thing has been nothing but a total nuisance so far. Lup's spilled her most private woes to no less than three people so far, tearing up in frustration in front of one when the words just wouldn't stop spilling from her too willing mouth. But now that Lucretia's on the other end of it, calling her beautiful, saying she didn't have it in her heart to deny her... Well, maybe this whole event isn't complete shit.

Lucretia's sorting through the closet while Lup watches, huffing out a small laugh in response.] Luce, if it lets me spend more time around you, I'm always gonna be all for it. A lot of shit's changed for us, but that never will.

[That's just the truth, whether Lup meant to say that or not. But how could Lucretia not catch on after all these years? Sure, Lup enjoys watching her paint, loves to hear her stories, but so much of it had just been the perfect excuse for Lup to get in time with her.

The other woman begins pulling out equipment and rambling about the nature of Wonderland's magic, giving them both a chance to cool down from their too honest truths, before she's eagerly diving right into the convo with her. It's been something that's been on Lup's mind since her arrival as well.]

Right? I've tried asking around about the magic in this place and just how that shit is powered, but no one I've chatted at seems to have any answers. It's a lot of dead ends and 'I dunno's. It's amazing, but-- [Her thin shoulder shrug.] No luck.

[Lucretia moves to swing the canvas bag over her shoulder, but Lup's already snatching it from her hands and throwing it over own. Her hand slips down to quietly find the other woman's again, as if she can't stand not holding Lucretia's hand.]

You could say that. [And at least this truth comes out easily, Lup unable to hide her toothy grin at the memory.] I deffo threatened to burn it down my first day here. I wasn't nearly as chill about it as you.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

It makes him shudder just to think about it. Crowley looks at Elizabeth for a long moment, feeling the words pressing behind his teeth and knowing he can refuse

"Saw it in someone else's investigation notes. When people here die, their souls go through the Core, and it... takes something from them. It's revolting."

[madehervows]

[It's not often anything she does can be described as 'kind' so she gives a short, surprised laugh.]

Sorry. Not a word I hear often about the things I do.

[But she frowns.]

No. He kept it on him at all times, so it disappeared when he did. But if his story works out the way it should, he'll find it again at home.

[mandrakes]

[He looks at her when she laughs, an expression of perplexed amusement on his face. So, she's that kind of person? Interesting.]

A good thing, but something of a pity at the same time.

[His steps slow, just for a moment.]

Perhaps you could show me the greenhouses.

[uncaging]

She's silent for a long moment while she absorbs this information, having turned white as a sheet.

"What do you mean, 'takes something'? How is it even possible to take something from our souls unless we offer them up to be taken?"

[voidfished]

Lucretia feels her mouth tug into a slightly deeper smile. "Neither am I. But such is the nature of these kind of experiences."

At this point, it feels... cruel, to keep asking. To keep doing this. To keep dragging this out as they go, and because she can't hide those thoughts, she speaks. "I'm sorry for this to have been our first encounter. I've asked you quite a bit of personal information already. I don't want to force you to say more. I can go, if you like- I did end up finding the books I was looking for."

[determinedest]

It's okay.

But it's not, really, okay. They don't have a lot to hide, per se, but most of what's been coming out of their mouth has been far from the sort of thing you should tell someone you've only just met. They can't pretend there isn't a temptation in that. Wonderland won't let them.

There's a struggle, a brief pulling at the edges of their chest, the creases of their pinched eyes, but eventually the words fight their way out. No protests, and no second chances. Just the same quiet acceptance they've gotten so good at maintaining.

"...okay."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"And sometimes they begin only where some other choices have ended."

It was hard, Asgore thought, to be the two of them. Very hard, indeed. Perhaps harder than any other pair in the Underground.

He didn't know the entire story, of course, that there were one or two other ones out there who were just as plighted by fate.

"But here we are, nevertheless."

Despite everything, it's still both of you.

[determinedest]

Despite everything, they're still them. For better or for worse. Despite every choice they have made and every promise they have broken and every line they have crossed - despite every death and every EXP and every rewritten nightmare.

It's still both of you.

"I guess, um," says Frisk, an uncertain lift to the words and an awkward shuffle to their feet, bereft of all but the necessity that they say precisely what they mean, "there's worse things."

[burntvideocassette]

[That's enough to throw Alex off-guard. She knows him, whoever she is. After a moment to collect himself, he shouts back:]

"You know I can't do that."

[From the footsteps, it sounds like he's getting closer.]

[Jay hangs close behind her, waiting for her next move.]

[mypartnerintime]

It... is? [Max is from a time where music is a common denominator, so knowing a popular song isn't a big deal.

But, remembering how Elizabeth is from an older time, Max tries to see it from her point of view. It's an interesting enough conversation to distract her from her current problems.]

Oh man. I wish I could show you iTunes or YouTube.

[mypartnerintime]

Strike! [Max calls in an exaggerated voice. She picks up another plate and winds up like an over-enthusiastic kid, before pitching it underhand at Ellie.

Maybe a little too close to Ellie's face, but... well, she's a quick girl, right?]

[uncaging]

[ She laughs a little, blinking in confusion. ]

Those words sound like they're from a foreign language.

[thevulnerability]

Chloe narrows her eyes thoughtfully. She's tempted to push him, to ask him what changed. Then she thinks about Lucifer, and how stubbornly and obsessively he searched for his wings only to tell her they didn't matter anymore. That they were a relic from another life.

Maybe that's what this was. What all of it was. Relics; memories of lives they no longer lived. Maybe they didn't matter anymore, certainly not here.

She doesn't argue with him, following him instead with her eyes trained carefully on him. "I'm fine. Honestly, I'd rather go through that than a divorce again." It's meant as partially a joke, but the truth of it is what forces her to speak it. "We can't go into any other rooms, or Lux. This is happening to everyone."

[drummeintheface]

"Whoa. That's even bigger than just 'you can do anything if you try'." Greg grins up at her. "You're a really nice grown up."

They turn the corner heading towards the library and Greg throws his hands up in the air.

"Library! Woo!"

He runs the last few feet and yanks the door open, heading inside.

And then he stops.

"Oh yeah. I don't know where the kids books are."

[drummeintheface]

Oh. So I guess you can only go back to being a baby? That doesn't sound fun.

How'd you get that super power?

[modore]

I've always had it...as far as I know.

[drummeintheface]

"I think I...kind of get it. Sort of."

Greg looks down, because something about not looking at Wirt right now feels better, somehow.

"It's okay. I know you're not a real grown up yet and so you make mistakes. I made a mistake too. I stole my rock facts rock."

He doesn't think that's related, but it's definitely a bad thing he did right before they got lost. It feels related even if it isn't.

Greg raises his eyes to Wirt's again, expression tentatively determined. "But we'll get rehabilitated like the criminals on TV do. Beatrice too. And we'll grow up. So it'll be okay."