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

[postictal]

[Everyone’s got something to say and everyone’s taking over one another and he can’t chew any of it back when it keeps boiling out like hot lead and scorching the back of his throat and burning the corners of his eyes. Stop. Just - stop being such a goddamn baby about it.]

How am I supposed to accept that? I’m poison. You should know that! Everyone in this room is gonna start seeing things, and then they’re gonna start dying and it’s all gonna be my fault!

How am I supposed to say we can be friends when we both know, Jay, what being friends does to people who know me?

[backpacking]

Sure.

[ And she does, sitting cross-legged across from him. ]

So, did you see, like... [ Ellie rubs at her nose with the back of her sleeve. ] ... Wasteland stuff?

[ tactful ]

[thesamurai]

[ It figures that coming to the roof would find her not alone. It's a popular place lately. But then she realizes it's Ellie and the way her shoulders tensed relaxes. She can guess, because they come from the same type of world, that Ellie's memory was shitty as hell. ]

Looks like you beat me to coming up here and cussing out Wonderland.

[backpacking]

[ Riley seems to regard Joel as if he'd been there all along, peering up at him with that quiet resignation, then glancing back down at the ground, sighing. Ellie looks up, in contrast, but her expression doesn't change much. ]

Joel. [ She swallows, glancing around at the scene, at the dead Infected, at the fresh wound on her arm. There's a bitter scoff as she shakes it a bit, wiping the fresh blood onto her pants. ]

Pretty fuckin' vivid, huh? [ Ellie has tried everything, she thinks, at this point. Sooner or later, the memory will loop again, and again, and nothing will ever change. ] So... this is it. This is where it happened.

[ And she lifts her forearm so he can get a better view, her expression listless, neither desperate nor anything else. ]

Ta-da.

[thecourier]

[He finds he doesn't mind the idea of telling her. She's seen a lot, so he doesn't lie. Dan's voice stays soft, almost wry, and he shakes his head.]

'bout a year before I got here, a guy off the New Vegas Strip decided he wanted somethin' I was deliverin' there. Him, an' a few guys he hired, knocked me out near a place called Goodsprings. Dragged me up t' the cemetery an' dug me a grave. [He smiles, but there's no humour in it.]

Then 'e shot me in the head. Right 'ere. [His fingers brush the purple knot of scar tissue flashed across his temple.] An' left me there.

[ssmisery]

He's a friend. I... owe him a lot. [This is becoming very awkward very fast.]

[thecourier]

[He should be dead, and he's lived every day since then knowing that. Dan shifts as she leans against him, and rests his head lightly on top of hers, huffing out a sigh.]

Benny.

[The name is one he's said before, but now she has a face to go with it. Benny. The young ex-tribal card sharp who'd got the better of him, but not for long.] Pretty sure, but y'no, my luck sure did turn that day. I ain't been able t' do a damn thing wrong since. 'S like Lady Luck took a look at me an' figured I'd had all my bad turns at once.

[mypartnerintime]

[Max nods her agreement.] It's hard to believe I thought this place was any good. [Her fist clenches in her lap.] Fucking naive.

[The words make her tear up, and she blinks furiously, not wanting Ellie to see. She reaches for something- anything- to say, but she's also painfully aware of how... invasive this particular event can be. So she starts off slow...]

Do you... do you want to talk about it? At all?

[angewiesen]

"It is a terrible memory, but I see it all the time, so it's not a whole lot different from every other night..."

Jean blinked as he felt pretty much the exact same thing Mondo was feeling. He wasn't the type to be dishonest, even about his dreams and his past, but he usually wasn't so forthcoming either. He didn't know this guy, why was he letting things spill so fast?

"I didn't want to say that," he replied, after letting the words roll around in his mouth for a second, "but I just keep talking."

[ssmisery]

[Lapis makes an admirable effort to dodge, but she just was not prepared enough for a Peribullet flying at her today. She ends up whirled around still clutching the open door to stay upright; inside, Past Peri can be seen renewing her retreat in no less terror than ever. Lapis should be more annoyed than she is about getting bowled over, but first thing, when she gets her bearings back, is to gently close the door.

And... somehow, she doesn't seem to have it in her.]

There wouldn't be any point trying to change it now.

[keephersafe]

[You know what's hard when you move as slowly as R does under usual circumstances? Getting up to a rooftop when it's up that many flights of stairs.

He doesn't get out of breath, but he almost gets bored and turns around.

It's somewhere he's never been before and he needs something new, something different, some kind of distraction from the scene he's been watching play out in his room for the past three hours. That woman, who looked so like him, and that boy... who was him, standing there watching her murder with such a dispassionate expression that it gave R chills.

When he reaches the final door and the roof, he almost stumbles, then makes his way slowly to the very edge. He can almost feel his heart pounding, though he knows it isn't possible, and he paces back and forth a few steps each way before he notices he isn't alone.]

Oh.

[It's her. He all but freezes in place.]

[didntknowbest]

...Have I done something to offend you?

[Toriel would have liked to open with a greeting, but. That was the first thought that popped into her mind. Because she... has absolutely no idea what she did to warrant such a reaction. So far as she can recall, minus one disagreement over texts, Toriel has been pretty kind to her.]

[heroica]

Hello, Minato. [ She isn't surprised, and manages a little smile as he approaches. ] You're welcome to join me, if you'd like to.

[ He may want solitude, which is obviously fine. She can understand that sentiment, considering... ]

... Are you all right?

[naughty_nurse]

"You can't fight Wonderland! I've given up trying!"

Mikan slammed the door behind her, hoping to finally be rid of that child - who she would absolutely apologize to, at a better time and place.

[heroica]

[ Claire is welcome company, and she admits a little smile, though there's a distinct lack of any real joy in it. ]

Claire, sit down. If you like, I mean.

[ She doesn't want to assume that anyone is up to talking much, not with the memories replaying in all their rooms. ]

I don't feel that I need to ask what brought you outside...

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay shoots Clementine a pained look. This place is different, she says. You can be on the same side.]

[That’s awfully tough when they keep coming around to the same bullshit.]

[Sans offers them a way out, but Jay isn’t ready to take it. This place is making them talk, sure, but even without it, he just can’t let Tim get the last word on this.]

Oh, ‘we both know’? Tim, they’re all dead—we’re all dead because of Alex! And don’t—don’t say Alex is your fault, because then why wasn’t Seth or Sarah or Brian, or, or Amy or Jessica or, or me or— [His voice chokes on “or you”, because easy as it is to say, it’s not the truth.] None of us ended up running around killing people!

If anything, the only thing that might’ve been your fault was that thing showing up in the first place!

[Wait.]

[Shit.]

[didntknowbest]

[Toriel does not mean to approach her. She's just moving down the shelves, looking intently at the book titles. Stopping to pull one out occasionally, and adding it to a small stack in her other arm if it looks interesting. So caught up in it, that when she looks over and realizes there's someone else there, she's so close that, well, she can't really just turn around and pretend she didn't see her. So, Toriel puts on a polite smile, and just... hopes that this won't end up going bad somehow.]

Oh, hello there, Miss. I did not notice you there! I was trying to avoid running into anyone, actually, but I suppose I was a bit caught up.

Are you... holding up well? I believe this is your first event, is it not?

[sonofab]

[Taking deep breaths, the strokes to his hair did seem to pull him back. Jon's calm voice breaking through the rage, pain and broken sobs. He has his eyes closed, resting his forehead against the other boy’s who for whatever reason was still here. Even after all Damian said and did, what he'd seen in that room, Jon was still here. Apologizing to him for what she did and making him promises to protect him and other stuff they both knew Jon would never do, even to someone as deserving as Talia al Ghul. Suppose the boy was getting desperate to make Damian listen. He swallows back another sob, trying hard to make the tears just stop, but once one got started, it was hard to stop.

He didn’t need protecting and if Talia returns again, he'd be more prepared. He'd stop her just as he did when Grandfather came for him on his 13th birthday. Still, in a time of so much change and uncertainty, to have Jon there solid and unmoving was annoying, but he didn’t think he could come back at all if he wasn't here. This had to stop.

He opens his eyes finally. Tearful, hurt and angry, they look past Jon, at the door once more. He knew everything Jon said was true, but he just couldn’t think rationally right now. Not when just this piece of wood was separating him from his living nightmare. He had to get away. Eyes finally move back to focus on Jon's own.]

Get me out of here. [He orders lowly, managing to get his voice steady enough to say it. He doesn’t care where, but he knows he needs to go.]

[naughty_nurse]

[She lifts her head, her face still a streaming mess.]

Huh...?

[naughty_nurse]

"But Wonderland controls those good and bad times!" She tries to get out, but he's kind of blocking the way, so she fidgets from one foot to the other. "And sometimes it makes you see parts of yourself you wish you never knew!"

[ssmisery]

Yes, but only because I get offended by completely irrational things you couldn't possibly predict or avoid. [UGHHHHH] More importantly, you're exactly the kind of person I don't want to talk to during this event because I'll end up saying things like that!

[determinedest]

She’s right. They don’t follow. They stare after, flinching under the echoes of a slammed door and resisting the urge to dive beneath one of the tables and hide.

But they don’t.

They haven’t stopped FIGHTing. They’re not about to.

[naughty_nurse]

No, it isn't! I almost beat my friends to death!

[With that, her hands fly to her mouth, horrified. She had fought it as best she could, but it hadn't been enough.]

[didntknowbest]

Yes, I have noticed. It is fairly frustrating and it makes being kind to you rather difficult. Honestly, I would like to avoid talking to anyone if at all possible for the duration of this event, but unfortunately I keep bumping into people.

[naughty_nurse]

[She can't face him, can't face how kind he is, how good, how forgiving. She bends over, head to the floor, continuing to sob.]

Wonderland... Wonderland and I, those are the reasons... I-t was an event, that heightened how we felt... and I thought... I thought no one needed me, needed my nursing...

So... So I thought if I hurt people, then they would need me, so I could take care of them... Uuu... Uuu... You and Sans, you're both so good... I don't deserve either of you, but I don't want to lose you, I'm so selfish...