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

[naughty_nurse]

[Once her arms are full, she begins to head back. Maybe they really won't cross paths!

... Except she trips on a fallen book and lands right in front of him.]

Eek!

[scoutsniper]

It's always in my own mind, Liv. This is real. Real enough. There's just...the first minute. It's worth almost all of it. [That first minute, when everything is happy and perfect and he saw a life stretching out in front of him like a golden path.]

[outstandingbalance]

If you were looking for me, I'm not all that hard to find.

[She could be a lot harder, at least. Maybe she has been the past couple of days, but before that...

Natasha shrugs, glancing away.]

Though I guess I haven't exactly been looking for company either. Was there something I could help you with?

[scoutsniper]

I don't get a happy ending, no matter what.

But I'm supposed to, what? Just turn my back on them dying? Just walk the fuck away? Don't you think I feel bad enough for not dying right there?

[mucked]

Wondering isn't the same as hoping.

[ which is to say that she certainly wasn't looking for romanoff. peggy's attention shifts back to the thermos. by a quick judging glance, she probably needs to have another pot brewed just to fill it the rest of the way. ]

Only -- only that these current circumstances are more than a little compromising. Bad for first impressions.

[ or seconds, or thirds. point is: they're still barely more than acquaintances. ]

[sonofab]

[Because you are way too easy Jon, that's why. He smirks at Jon raising his hand in warning, but doesn't do it again since it successfully distracts Jon just as planned. He sighs at that line of questioning.]

I was actually 12 or 11 at the time. [11 if you didn't count the months he spent dead.] I was traveling the world with Ducard when it happened. When I returned, he was set in his new life and I wasn't a part of it.

[But lets face it. He knew why he really had to cut himself off.] I wouldn't give up Robin and take on a normal Wayne son life full time anyway. I doubt I can even if I wanted to, so, I vowed to protect Gotham with the others if father couldn’t... even if that meant not being his son anymore.

[livemoore]

Tell me about them. Come in a different room and talk to me about them, tell me all the thing that make that first minute perfect.

[ If that won't help, if he says on, that's fine. But she's trying anything, here. ]

Re: » tea room

[hypoxic]

[ his instinct is to fall silent and let her make her assumptions. It's still not an option. ]

The alternative would have killed me then instead of leaving me alive to endanger the entire planet now. [ he slams his fist on the countertop, frustrated. It unsettled the dishes, setting cups clanging along their plates. ]

And I can't stop telling you things you shouldn't bloody know.

» tea room

[mucked]

[ temper, temper. ]

Bit late for that. [ she doesn't wince even as the china clatters and the table trembles. ] I've been told all sorts of things I shouldn't know. And you're not the only one to blame. Most of you have remarkably loose lips -- even without the event to nudge you along.

[ ...whups. ]

Re: » tea room

[hypoxic]

[ He's bad about that, it's true. ]

It's different when we tell you why you matter. You don't need to know how completely we've wrecked everything you stood for.

» tea room

[mucked]

I don't mean solely the bits about me, Agent Fitz. [ she can be a bit short-sighted, at times, but not to a fault. ] Or the bits about SHIELD.

[ it's her turn to betray a flicker of genuine emotion. a soured expression -- a clenching of her jaw. ]

Given the mere existence of the Winter Soldier, I believe I can safely say things got cocked up well before you were even born.

excuse the weird link in there. idek how that happened

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha can sympathize with both of those feelings—being tired of not being able to do anything, and just being tired.

She feels them both.]

Want some company? Might be a distraction.

it's halloweeeeeeeeen?

[scoutsniper]

[He gestures at the seat across from him, picking up a fork to at least move on to pretending to eat.]

I promise I'll try not to ask any personal questions.

[hypoxic]

[ he nods sympathetically at that. ]

I don't think any of us are getting proper sleep with our quarters... being what they've become. But at least they're fairly self-contained. No risk of monsters jumping out of our closets to follow us about.

[ only metaphorical ones. ]

On Monday, October 30, 2017, outstandingbalance - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org <javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:

[outstandingbalance]

No, it's not. But it does imply a certain expectation.

[At least that there's a strong possibility of meeting again. Reasonable to assume.

But maybe hoping the other woman would have something for her to pay attention to other than her own situation was a little too much.]

If you're worried you'll say something you'll regret, I won't keep you. Figure this will pass in a couple of days too.

[Less tactful than Natasha would normally offer to leave a conversation.]

Day 4

[drummeintheface]

[Greg's tired. This event is a tired one. So he's not really looking to talk to anybody-- and nobody really seems to want to talk either. But as he passes this kid on his way to this tea room's closet and gets a whiff of what he's drinking, he can't help himself.]

Is that coffee? Aren't you a kid? Coffee's for grown-ups!

[mucked]

...Aren't you worried about the same?

[ this is a problem peggy has been running into since zero hour: a propensity not just to respond earnestly, but to equally ask all those questions that spill immediately to the tip of her tongue. all the curiosity she ordinarily bites back and tries to satisfy by more subtle means. ]

spooky

[outstandingbalance]

[Taking that for a yes, Natasha sits across from him.]

Good. Because I'd really rather you didn't. [A fact that makes sitting down at all probably a bad idea, but she's here now and she doesn't want to be alone with her thoughts again either.] Could ask you how you did in the tower? Or if you have any plans for Halloween. Those might start out safe topics, at least.

[scoutsniper]

....

[Frank is not sure what to do with this information. And emotion.] ...thanks? [He thinks? ]

I don't know. I should have died. They waited for me to die. I just...didn't.

[scoutsniper]

This place'll probably fuck that up. [Of course, because that's what this place does.]

Halloween? I'm judging some pumpkin contest. Long story. Apparently not all talking cats are fucking psychos.

omg jon ;;-;;

[scoutsniper]

[Awww shit. The worst--the only thing--that can pull Frank out of the grief he's feeling, as his daughter's blood cools on his legs is...another kid being sad. He's aware enough of himself, he's been through this enough times that he can separate himself from it, that he can pull part of himself away, enough to reach for Jon's hand.] It's okay. I'm okay.

[he doesn't quite sound convincing, but it's a start.]

[outstandingbalance]

Part of it's self-contained. [And locked down tight.] It's more the other part I'm worried about.

library!

[voidfished]

When she was younger, Lucretia liked to spend time in libraries. When she was around books, the world didn't turn, problems didn't find her, and she was able to be at peace. It's not so much now, when she's running from something, but she's trying as she gathers up a few books and attempts to find peace.

She stumbles across them as she searches, taking a quick step back when she realizes there's already someone there, and-- another kid. More and more that she keeps finding around this place.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was anyone else back here." She holds up a hand, halfway in greeting, halfway to show she comes in peace. Not that she really has to justify it with the way Wonderland is forcing the truth. "You wouldn't happen to know any good spots around here to read, would you?"

klaus mikaelson ; always and forever is just an excuse

[poppycock]

[scoutsniper]

[He knows he promised her, but he can't move, not yet, as though his body had been filled with cement or something. He holds out a hand, at least, as if holding her hand would help. Or, at least signal he's trying.]

My wife is happy, and my kids, you know, they're talking to me about school. Just dumb shit like which kids are the jerks and who's cool and how mean their math teacher is. It's just...normal.