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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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coffee shop

Damon’s Bar

The Youth Center

(OOC: if you want to encounter his memory please talk to me first so we can discuss. Anything else is free for all :) )

Edited 2017-10-27 15:05 (UTC)

[ Highever is massive, and the Cousland's estate looks eerie under the shadows of night. Torches flicker against cold stone, and there's an unusual silence where there should be the occasional chatter of the patrol, the easy laughter of those up late, working well beyond when the sun set.

Tonight is very, very different. Robyn appears in a blouse and loose trousers - no time for armor - alongside her mabari, Calen. She'd grabbed her crossbow, though, which is in her hands.

"Darling, I heard fighting outside and I feared the worst! Are you hurt?" An older woman, clearly related to the Warden, appears with a longbow in her hands. Robyn speaks in low tones to her mother as the hound stands guard, but the other woman shakes her head, looking bewildered. "Those are Howe's men! Why would they attack us?"

The question isn't immediately answered, but the two women do run off into the halls in search of others. When they find and enter Robyn's brother's chambers, it's clear that the invaders have already been there: there are two bodies on the ground, and one is a child's.

"What manner of fiend slaughters innocents?" Her mother, Eleanor, demands tearfully, but Robyn has no answers. Her sister-in-law and nephew have been killed, and it's clear that the rest of the estate, including her father, are in grave danger from a former ally who knew there were no troops there to defend the Couslands.

It's a massacre throughout the castle. Whatever guards were left are dead, and the only others they encounter are enemies. It isn't until the cellar that they come across her father, crawling on the ground grasping a wound. "Someone... must reach Fergus... tell him what happened." But his wife and daughter are much more interested in trying to save his life, though the pool of blood is sign enough of how dire his condition is.

A man appears, a Grey Warden named Duncan, an ally of the Couslands. The dying Bryce's request to have Duncan escape with his family is met with a bargain: for that, Duncan will take Robyn as a recruit for the Grey Wardens. With no options, her father agrees, but Eleanor refuses to leave his side no matter how dire the circumstances.

"Go, pup. Warn your brother. And know that I love you both. You do us proud."

Duncan has to half-lead Robyn from the room as the barricade is broken. She never takes her eyes from her parents as they see each other for the last time. ]

[[Warning for panic attacks.]]

Jay isn't sure what brought him back to the movie theater, but he's here now, tripping up the steps as he navigates by the low orange lights along the floor. He's been running for too long, and his lungs ache, and he slides into a seat in one of the back rows and tries to just breathe and...he can't.

Something's wrong. He can't breathe, and he knows distantly this has happened before, and something must be wrong with his throat or his lungs or something like maybe he has undiagnosed asthma and maybe his throat's just gonna close up and his lungs are gonna collapse and he's gonna die again. Two out of five, all in one night. Maybe he'll go somewhere else this time, or maybe he'll just go back where he belongs, twisted black trees against a splitting and reforming orange sky, everything moving too slow to run too slow to think because maybe this is just what happens to a thing like him, glass and wire strung across bone. There's a gravely old voice in his head, barely audible over the hisses and pops of a bad transfer, and it's saying: "We belong dead." Hiss-click, repeat: "We belong dead." Hiss-click, repeat: "We belong dead." Hiss-click.

"Banish them, refuse to speak. Leave them. Go upstairs to your room. I will be waiting for you. I will surround your bed. Close the windows, so that none will ever again be able to enter. I will be waiting for you."

A thin ribbon of air drags its way into his lungs, and Jay Merrick begins to cry.

Edited 2017-10-27 15:25 (UTC)

[ There is a small tent set up near the edge of the woods, one with a campfire crackling in front of it. The Warden is sitting there, staring into the flames, with another mabari (Oren) lying at her side, snoring softly.

Seeing her family again as if they were really there had been a shock. She's seen some of her friends since coming to Wonderland, whether in person or in visions like this, but never her parents. Never the scene from the night that changed her life completely. Robyn has moved beyond tears and is now more tired than anything, and homesick for a place that is no longer what it was. After that betrayal, it will never be the same, even with Fergus and his family occupying it again. Her parents are gone forever, and she'll never see Highever even if she does leave Wonderland one day.

Oren whines in his sleep, and she strokes his head absent-mindedly. How cruel, she thinks, to make us believe we're someplace better and then force our nightmares back onto us. And it had felt so real, too, as if she'd been transported in time. The sounds of combat, the smell of blood -

She swallows with difficulty, dropping her gaze to the ground below the fire.

Am I still making you proud? ]

He doesn’t know how long he sits on the floor outside his room- the door firmly closed his knees pulled up to his chest and his face buried in them. Hiding how shaken he is and how much he is very no okay at the moment. It’s bad enough he has to relive it in his dreams- actually reliving it in a loop is a thousand times worse.

He needs to get up and move, get away from the room- from the memory, but he can’t find the strength to stand up. He knows his legs won’t support him yet. So he waits and shakes, and tries like hell to block out what’s going on behind that door.

[The door up to the roof opens with a morose creak as Max steps through into the light of sunset. Fall is in full-gear now, the wind pulling scores of orange leaves from the forest's trees far in the distance, and well below.

She pauses, hands frozen in the motion of lighting a cigarette, as she sees the girl, sitting in a position that's all too familiar. The person's build and the strands of hair poking out from underneath her hood makes Max think it's Ellie. Going away is definitely the safer bet in this situation, and Max might even do so, except...

Except she just went through absolute hell. And damned if she doesn't need someone to take her mind off it. Someone grounded and straightforward. Like Ellie.

By the looks of it, Ellie could use a good talk, too. Something bitter. Honest.

She walks up and sits next to the other girl, taking a drag on her cigarette. No need for introductions, probably. The way they both look is enough. She exhales the smoke and turns away from the amazing view to look at Ellie.]

Wonderland is such bullshit. Right?

That's brand new information.

[ the truth is a thing but the sarcasm is too. it's not too sharp, not his best but he hasn't slept in days, not with the memory of his parents being murdered in his room. tony's head is pounding, if he tilts it just so, he can almost hear her from floors above ( Howard? Howard? ). ]

really. you should put it down. release the information to the world.

[There are rows of cages, each containing animals in various states of torment, metal sticking out of their bodies. They're all fearful and they're all eerily silent, as if being quiet will make them forget that they're even here.

Subject 89P13, however, breaks up some of the silence, clawing at the bars of his cage. He is smart and brilliant and he can figure out the weak points- he knows he can.

A slat in the back of his cage opens and a cold metal claw clamps down on the back of his neck, yanking him out until he's dangling, kicking and struggling in the cold, sterile room. He remembers this room. They put the thing that makes him talk like they do in here. They do his examinations here too. Is it time for another already.

The lead scientist with her pink skin and cold purple eyes observes as the robotic arm drops him on the table and her assistants rush to restrain him, pinioning his arms, but leaving his legs free, which he uses to his advantage, kicking and fidgeting until someone finally manages to get a sedative in him that calms him, but does not make him drift off.

The lead scientist digs her hands into his hips, feeling for joints, and then gestures. 89P13 sees the flash of a saw in the harsh light and only has time to whimper before they're removing his legs, and the sedative isn't enough to take away all the pain. He cries out in agony, but it doesn't stop until both legs have been separated and he's left with a burning, phantom sensation.

"Why," he chokes out through parched lips- the first word he's said since this started. They don't answer. They give him water to drink and then go back to work on improving him, replacing his hip, improving the shape and strength of his legs and when they've put him back together, he feels like a monster- half of his own body is a stranger to him.

Before he's carried away, weak as a kitten and hurting badly, he hears them say, "We start work on its torso once its healed up, so make sure you..."

But he doesn't catch the rest as he's slid back into his cage- he heard all he needed to. This wasn't a one-time thing. This isn't going to end.

[ The stress from an inapproachable living space is hardly unique. Nobody's been sleeping well. But it's just like Tony Stark to discount everyone else's experiences in favor of his own. He opens his mouth to say exactly that, to point out that now isn't the right time for selfishness and cattiness. ]

You used to be a hero of mine.

[ he huffs after he says it, though. This event. it's equal parts exhausting and infuriating. ]

( when the event does start, the predicted bad memories becoming present in her room, it's difficult for helen to pull herself away at first. it isn't just a memory but a feeling, and despite it being over a century since she'd been in that moment it's as if she's still there.

but she can't change it, helen knows that, and sitting there causing herself heartache doesn't help. only once she's in the corridors, head a little clesrer, does her mind think of others, of the man that had first warned her of this.

she has only his name, and it takes some time searching each floor til she finds his room. his response about the event had her concerned, with good reason after helen had seen her own memories again. if his was truly that bad--

she knocks on the door before pushing it open, looking round to find him, hoping that he'd stayed away before this all began )

[Wonderland definitely has it out for him this year. After a couple of years of not digging up his trauma, he's suddenly been slapped in the face with it over and over again. And not only that, but it keeps being in places where people can see it.

He can only hope nobody is just intentionally opening up doors... or no one comes looking for him. Hopefully, they would realize the situation and presume he's in his usual haunts.

The roof contains one of his weapons caches and it's here he sits, grumbling with his fur on end, stripping one of his rifles and then putting it back together with as precise a movement as he can make with shaking, angry hands.]

[ it was a stupid decision.

going to see her, that is. after five loops of the same memories, of his mother's cries and the chilling silence that came after, he put on the suit and he went for a flight. other people jog their feelings away, tony stark flies. only he had to check. maybe because he spent an hour watching the death of his parents, maybe because she's the closest thing to a family he has left. especially here.

he went to check and it was a stupid decision.

he always knew about rogers and everything else, he just assumed. he didn't need it to see it though. it's one thing feeling for her. it's another feeling for steve, seeing his loss in person.

maybe that's why he never dated. maybe that's why he chose barnes' friendship over tony's and he never.

told him. he never told him. angry, he nearly smashed his own window open.

feeling sorry for the same person whose betrayal played in his bedroom.

he's frozen in place, eyes focused on the screen. he wants to see her. he nudges peggy aside, just in time to see his mother on the screen, her cough and her tears and then, it's all silent.

he knows what comes next by heart. ]

yeah. ok.

[ he looks around, he tries to push himself to his feet. he never told her. he didn't want her to know, either but if they stay, she'll found out.

he has seconds to go. it might be a futile attempt, too, but he tries anyway. ]

you go. go. I'm behind you.

Used to be. look, I don't actually care about your heartbreak or your disappointment. not right now.

[ before, yes. before the event, before the memory, before his mother's cries and the sight of howard stark's face smashed in and steve betrayal playing again and again and again before his eyes. ]

You're not the first one I've disappointed. get the network up, find a couple of more people. you could start your own club. maybe I'm not that. Maybe I'm not your hero, maybe I'm nobody's. go find yourself a new one.

[ did tony have heroes? all his childhood was spent in steve rogers' shadow. he pushes away from the table. ]

I hope the new one does better than I did.

[ it's not bitter. it's not sarcastic. he actually does sound hopeful. ]

[Damian continues to look forward at the family when Jon speaks.] Good. You should be.

[Who wouldn't be? Being lied to sucked, even if it was to protect you. Superman sucked, parents sucked and having a whole new world shoved in your lap sucked...but even with all that. The family of liars and betrayals, Damian still missed his father. He still missed his brothers.]

Of course, you do. They were still good parents. [Listens again to Jon struggling with his breath. The boy was trying to calm down rather than just...cry. Again Damian didn't like tears, emotional situations were hard for him, he somehow manages to always say or do the wrong thing in them. So he stops and tries to think ‘what would Grayson do?’

Ask him what's wrong for one, but that would be redundant. Jon already said what was wrong. The teen shifts and raises a hand, pausing for a moment in hesitation to recalculate, but sadly emotional situation could not be solved with math. He moves his hand forward again and lightly places it on Jon's hair.]

It's okay. To be mad and to miss them. [Because as much as he hated the woman. There was small a flicker that still even missed his mother to.]

Already tried that, Mister Stark. As it happens, nearly every Avenger who's come through here has been an astounding disappointment. I'm told my expectations are too high.

[ he bites his inner cheek and breaks eye contact, moving to fuss with the tea instead. ]

When you came here this time, you were full of ideas. You can't possibly have exhausted them all in such a short time.

[ Sam and Dean Winchester are standing in silence, along with a blonde woman, as the clock strikes midnight. There are clear lines of tears on Sam's face, while Dean just stares dully ahead, listening to the chimes.

Barking. Growling. There are no dogs in sight, so some of the people who experienced the hellhounds in Wonderland's last event might realize what's about to happen. Suddenly, the trio bolts into the next room, down the hall, closes the doors behind them. Dean struggles to find a way to defend them all as Sam and the blonde woman brace the doors, which rattle immediately with the efforts of the monsters behind them. He's apparently found something, because he ducks down to the door and leaves a line of black dust along its base until the rattling stops.

Everyone catches their breath. Quickly, Dean moves to leave the sand-like trial along the windows, too, and then returns to the others.

"Gimme the knife, maybe I can fight it off." The blonde is demanding, baring her teeth, and when Sam looks torn, she adds: "Come on! That dust won't last forever! Do you want to die?"

Dean, behind her, realizes. His eyes widen. "Sam, that's not Ruby, that's not Ruby!"

It's too late. "Not-Ruby" flings Sam against the wall, pinning him against it with her abilities. She throws Dean, too, back flat on the table where he, too, is immobile.

"Alright, now you have me," Sam half-growls, avoiding looking at the woman who has them both trapped. "Let my brother go."

She - whoever she is - tuts softly at him. "Silly goose. If you wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want." She clicks her tongue, looking pleased to be able to tease him. "You don't."

The woman strolls over to the doors, head cocked strangely, smiling all the while. Her hand finds the handle, and both brothers know what it means.

"Sic 'em, boy," she coos softly, and opens the door. The hound enters, still unseen, and drags Dean off the table to begin tearing into him. All throughout, the unnamed woman laughs, entertained, and Sam screams and yells and not once is free of the bonds that hold him there.

The carnage doesn't end until a bright, white light engulfs the room. ]

[He hadn't lingered for long in his own room. Who wants to watch themselves getting shot in the head over and over again?

Dan doesn't try to change what he sees - not because he accepts the inevitability of it, but because everything that had come after was a direct result of what happened in that hilltop graveyard. He wouldn't change it, because it would mean everything that happened after it would never have happened at all.

When he leaves, one of his first thoughts is to find Frank. The two of them had reached an understanding regarding how the other man might behave, if this event was what he thought, and Dan had a feeling that his hunch had been correct.

He reaches the door and bangs a closed fist against it once, twice, before pushing it open.]

Frank--! [Shooting. He ignores it. What he found when he stepped through the door was larger than he expected.] ... Frank, where the fuck are y'.

Oh well. Start a brand new Avengers. do it better than us. I mean, you don't have to have superpowers. you could build your own suit and try to do what I do. Or - you could be the new Barton. how good are you with a bow and arrow? and next time aliens come out of the sky and try to destroy the planet, you could go for it. I'm sure you'll do a great job. I mean, seriously. it's so easy to save the world and still keep everybody happy.

[ and stay emotionally well-balanced. he doesn't say that. ]

The Avengers are gone. there are no more Avengers. so, you know. the spot's open. you could still do everything we couldn't, junior.

[ When he manages to lock his door, to lock the memory away, Sam retreats to the bar. He has work to do and old demons to fight off and isn't interested in letting other people take a peek. They've all been in his brain enough.

The younger Winchester stands behind the bar for a while, trying not to think of the people who'd worked there who are long gone. He scrubs glasses, pours himself a drink, stands there and downs it. There have been so many awful things since Dean was dragged to Hell that he wonders why it's this memory that he's seeing. Does it mean anything, or is the Core just fishing through some of their greatest hits for something to make him vulnerable?

He has a fresh drink, a whiskey. No ice.

More than just showing the memory, he'd been part of it. The realization that he was within the scene had come to him over time, and Sam had tried to take new action. No matter what, though, Lilith restrained them, the hellhound tore into Dean. Nothing he tried changed that within the few moments that the memory spanned. Maybe if he'd started in it earlier... but, this Mystery Spot-esque adventure hadn't given him a lot of options. All it'd done had reminded him of his own inability to enact real change.

Pretty fitting, thinking of that in terms of how things go in Wonderland.

The second glass is empty before long. ]

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