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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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[They were almost home free, but Bill's lackeys had taken their allies on the ground and the rest were tapestries on his wall- it was all down to the Pines family alone. And while Mabel was positive that they could somehow win even still, that optimism doesn't fare well against the yellow light that envelopes her and Dipper as Bill sets his sights on them, snatching them up, and carrying them back.

"ALL RIGHT, FORD, TIMES UP. I'VE GOT THE KIII~IIIDS." Mabel struggles as Bill mocks her grunkle, trying to wrench herself free from his tight grasp. "I THINK I'M GONNA KILL ONE OF 'EM NOW JUST FOR THE HECKUVA IT." His eye flashes red, symbols appearing (a pine tree and a shooting star- like their symbols on the zodiac) as he plays "eeny meeny miney moe" to decide their fate. As he reaches his last choice, Mabel vaguely glimpses a shooting star, and Bill raises his fingers to snap, and that's all it would take to snuff her out.

And then... "WAIT. I SURRENDER"

Bill stops. "GOOD CHOICE." And he drops her and Dipper, where they land roughly in front of Ford and Stan's cell, which vanishes before their eyes. Stan begs Ford not to go, Dipper cries out for Bill not trust him, and Mabel is just paralyzed with fear. But Ford goes. Ford lets Bill into his mind.

After that everything gets a bit weird.

Mabel's the one to notice it when "Stan" steps forward while "Ford" is kneeling on the floor while Bill rifles through his memories. She's not as clever as Dipper, but she can tell her grunkles apart.

"You switched places..." She murmurs, but Ford doesn't hear her- or he's too focused on what needs to be done to worry. He steps in front of his brother and pulls the memory gun out of his jacket, and then he fires.

The world dissolves back into normalcy before Mabel has time to realize what exactly the plan really is. All that matters in the end is Gravity Falls is back to normal, and it's over. They find Stan still kneeling on the ground, blinking awake and confused. Mabel runs to him, unaware of what he and Ford just did, just believing that Stan saved them all somehow, and that's that. No consequences whatsoever.

But as she embraces him, he looks at her oddly and gently pushes her hands away, "Uh... Hey there... kiddo. What's your name?"

Mabel stares at him as if he'd just slapped her. "Grunkle Stan...?"

He glances around in confusion. "Heh. Who are you talkin' to?"

Her eyes well up with tears and she tries to go to him again, begging him to remember her, until Dipper has to pull her away. She may have been the first to realize that they switched places, but Dipper was the one who realized what it took to save the world, and he holds her close as Ford explains.

"We had to erase his mind to defeat Bill. Stan has no idea but he did it. He saved the world. He saved me. You're our hero, Stanley."

She finally gets the hug she's wanted from Ford and Stan, but she can't enjoy it, because all she can think is that her grunkle is gone. She sobs into her hands while Dipper keeps his arm around her shoulders, and the three remaining Pines mourn the loss of the person who'd come to mean the most to them this summer.]

[No. Absolutely not. He is not running through this stupid obstacle course again.]

[However, he didn't mind anyone else trying. After all, it wasn't anything too personal to him.]

[So there's a sign duct taped to his door that reads:]

DEATH ROAD OF DESPAIR
Meet my classmates! Try to escape! Fail miserably!

[If you think this is sarcasm, remember the whole truth thing? It's really that bad.]

[You know what the best thing to do when you've discovered your room is a monument to the worst day of your life- even though she knows Stan was all right in the end?

Build a blanket fort and hide in it.

So that's what Mabel has done. She has set up the most luxurious blanket fort Wonderland has ever seen, parked it in front of a TV, and is currently watching cartoons alongside an army of stuffed animals and Boris the baby boar. She lives here now. Her room is dead to her.]

They're not just coming out of the sky. The aliens, I mean. They've been leaving trails to follow everywhere around the world for centuries. Did you know a community of alien-human hybrids recently tried to stage an insurrection and wipe out anyone without alien DNA? That's. Not entirely relevant but the point is that saving people can happen without the title. But the title holds meaning beyond what you do with it. At least, I think it should.

[True to his word, he never took that duct off his mouth. Most of the time.]

[A boy's gotta eat, after all. Every so often, he'd stop by the dining hall to pick up a bento box or something and run off.]

[The closets that were scattered about the mansion weren't the most spacious places to eat, but he didn't want an accidental conversation where he could accidentally blurt out everything. Nobody would think to look in a closet... Right?]

They will.

[ there will be a lengthy discussion about this whole alien-human hybrids soon but for now, he seems to be thrown back to another traumatic memory, not the one playing in his bedroom but on that has haunted him and plagued him for years. ]

The chitauri did. they will again. I've seen it. their ships. their - things. when they'll come back, we'll -

[ they'll all die. he remembers the dream. the enlightenment. the end of the path. his legacy. ]

I should have done more. I know that. believe me, I can reach these conclusions without your help.

[Peridot has just finished working underground in the half-destroyed control center in the Prime Kindergarten. She rises up on a platform, fiddling with her finger screens and muttering to herself.

"Log date 6-5-2. This is Peridot, updating status." She grits her teeth and mutters, "Still stuck on miserable planet. The fusion experiments are developing properly. A few have even emerged early-" She screams suddenly, as she catches sight of The Steven standing in front of her with that stupid look on his face.

She freezes, as if hoping if she doesn't move, he won't see her, and she won't have to deal with the other ones- the ones who stranded her here in the first place. Those miserable clods! But ignoring him until he goes away doesn't seem to be working, so carefully, she begins her interrogation.

"Are the other ones with you?" She whispers, expecting any loud noise to startle him and send his Crystal Clod protectors running.

He shakes his head, and then nods... and then nods more. Peridot dismisses her screen with a spin of her detachable fingers and facepalms. "Of course. Why not?"

And then they're there, all of a sudden. Screaming at her, weapons raised, as if she were the bad guy in all of this. She was just doing her job, and these- UGH. Now she has to fight them off. Again.

..On second thought, she could just run. And run she does, even escaping being cornered by running up the wall of the kindergarten, and it would have been a perfect plan had the Pearl not loosened an injector that promptly landed RIGHT ON TOP OF HER. Stupid clever Pearl. That was a fluke.

Luckily, Peridots are extremely durable, and she shakes herself free of the rubble from the injector and continues running. The Amethyst tries to ensnare her with her whip again, but she's prepared for that, sending a jolt of electricity through her limp enhancements to force her to release her. Ah yes, everything's coming up Peridot, isn't it?

She flees, unable to resist throwing over her shoulder, "You Crystal Clods! Go ahead! Wreck this place! See if I care- I already got what I needed."

But they're in hot pursuit now, and she can't run forever- time to try something she's only read about in her limb enhancements manual, but never actually tried before. She lifts a hand, concentrates and the fingers spin like a propeller, lifting her up off the ground. Brilliant! They'll never catch her now.

And so she flies away, laughing maniacally all the while.... But she's still stuck on Earth, and they're still hunting her, so it's really going to be a short-lived victory.]

Edited 2017-10-27 16:35 (UTC)

[Sleep is fleeting, and that is fortunate. Old ghosts have come out to haunt him, living in his room and behind his eyes when they close, and in his dreams where they try to swallow him whole. Even the scars provided by time offer limited defense at best; all he knows of that day and the forces pulling the strings, ensuring that one unavoidable result do not amount to forgiveness for his failures.

It never will.

He comes to with a start; perhaps it's Peggy's presence breaking through the chaos of his subconscious, or the fragrant aroma of tea, or simply that sense of duty and guilt to protect them, if only from the prying eyes of strangers. Regardless, he gasps at first, mind returning to the present, then taking note of the things that have changed in the while since his eyes simply refused to stay open.

A box of pastries. A thermos. A voice just beside him, the question causing Rip to look at Peggy with more confusion than a simple offer of tea should ever spark in an Englishman.]

...I haven't been in a mood for treats. [An inconvenient truth spouted out, because it's not enough for Wonderland to pull thoughts and memories from just Rip's mind. He frowns; he should have something, he knows, and the promise of something to drink only highlights how dry his mouth feels.

Equally, he suspects Peggy won't be taking no for an answer. She's proven stubborn in that way.]

I'll take some tea, yes. [In a moment, perhaps. Rip leans his head back against the wall, rubbing a hand across his eyes.] How long have you been here? [How long has he been asleep, and just what has happened in the interim when he couldn't stop it?]

[The scene inside makes Jemma's blood run cold. The vista is immediately familiar to her, for the same reason everything about this moment is so clear -- because it is terrible. It's not so long until she sees herself over the horizon, approaching with Will. She looks; the canyon is somehow bigger than she remembers -- way bigger than they'd thought at the time. When she looks back, she sees the look on her own face, and her stomach sinks.

"This can't be it. We made a mistake, we went the wrong way."

"This is the spot, but..." Will is as shocked as she is.

"You said it was thirty meters wide, there's no way we can cross that!" She knows her panic is showing -- knew at the time, knows it now.

"It was, I swear."

"That's more like a hundred meters! Unless there was some significant earthquake--"

"It doesn't want us to leave."

Oh, the It. The dreaded It. Jemma hadn't put any stock in Will's tale of a malevolent something that stalked the planet -- stalked them. She hadn't believed, but Will's certainty and the evidence right in front of her eyes had changed that.

"--It's opening! There has to be a way to make that. We didn't come this far to fail."

"Maybe we don't have to get there." Will jumps into action, shrugging off his pack and removing the hook from the air gun. "Hand me the bottle." He takes a section of their rope and begins lashing the glass bottle filled with the precious and painstakingly-collected data to it -- their last lifeline. "Fire it right into the portal. If it's not dragging any rope, it might just make it."

It was their only option. "Hurry, we've only got one shot."

"Ready." It was all on Will now. Aim -- she wants him to hurry, but knows he has to take his precious time with that shot. It could only happen once. She watches him now, and the intense concentration on his face, and the tension in his body, as he makes small recalculations to his angle, how tightly he holds the gun, and his feet go just a little wider -- all without him realizing he was doing it, probably. "Now."

The bottle and hook fly through the air, and Jemma is holding her breath all over again. It sails in a beautiful arc, the only sounds the wind and herself whispering, "Come on, come on, come on, come on," as though she could will it to fly straight and true.

It does so, and hits its mark -- about half a second after the portal closes.

She knows that in that moment she took a strained breath and whispered no as her only hope of returning home -- back to SHIELD, back to her parents, back to Fitz -- all hit the rocks and smashed into nothing. Now, she doesn't hear it, the devastation hitting all over again. Will doesn't say anything -- there is nothing to say. They stand there for a long time in disbelief, until finally, by some unspoken agreement, they turn, and begin the hike back to the hole in the ground they now have to call home.

It takes Jemma a couple times before she tries to change it -- there's such a small time frame, that it's hard to make. She proposes the idea of shooting the bottle before Will does, but it still takes time to execute. More than a few times his aim goes wild. Jemma's not even sure why she's trying -- it's not going to change the past, this is just a memory.

When she finally shuts the door, she leans against the wall beside it and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. The deep pressure doesn't relieve the tears or distress that built steadily and frantically. She hates it. She hates that moment. She hates herself for failing, for giving Will hope, and even hates Will a little bit, for nothing in particular, because she knows what happens next, and how it's still effecting everything today.

It's not unlike being trapped in Wonderland proper, she reflects. Unable to get home, but also unable to find the way out. There has to be a way out.]

Edited 2017-10-27 16:38 (UTC)

[SO WHAT IF SHE CAN'T STAY IN HER ROOM. SEE IF SHE CARES. Peridot and Lapis are going to have their own adventures away from all of these clods, and this stupid event. She learned her lesson about getting involved with other people's memories. Not happening this time.

But first, she and Lapis need supplies, even though neither of them can eat. It's part of the ambiance! So she's presently kneeling on a counter in the kitchen rifling through cabinets and muttering to herself. And probably making a mess. It's fine. She knows what she's doing.]

[She's not going back to that room unless she has reason, and even then it better be a good one. She'll be holed up in the lab she shares with Caitlin and Fitz, depending on how much truth telling gets her into trouble with them, she'll journey out and about into the mansion for food or finding people she's worried about. So hit us up.]

[ she watches -- angled, from the periphery of her sight -- while he wakes up. by how startled he seems, peggy has to wonder what he wrestles with in his dreams as well as in his room. but at least that idle curiosity is forestalled by another more overpowering truth. ]

More than ten minutes. [ peggy checks her wristwatch. ] But less than fifteen.

[ the answer she wishes she could give -- the one she would have given, had the event allowed her, would have been a simple long enough. but honesty must win out, and so she blurts a rather detailed follow-up: ] I didn't go inside.

[ because that's what she would have been worried about if this was the fifth floor and their roles were reversed outside her door. she would have preferred to let that mercy go unspoken, but that's a privilege they're not afforded on this week-end. ]

We've all got to eat, [ she picks up the thread of his earlier protest at the same time as she picks up the thermos, ] would you have been more in the mood for plain oatmeal? Food is food, no matter how pretty it looks.

[ he's not wrong. she won't be taking no for an answer. ]

[ Room 307 | OTA ]

[This is her sixth attempt. Or maybe seventh.

Max is hiding in the girl’s bathroom of Blackwell Academy’s main building. In this corner all view of her is blocked by one of the stalls. Nathan paces only a few feet away, oblivious to her presence, trying to get his whirling emotions under control.

Max handles it differently. She’s sitting, knees pulled tight against her chest, fingers digging into her scalp as she tries to think of a way to fix this.

Her cheeks are wet with tears, and they trickle down to mix with the trail of blood from her nose. There’s a steady ache in her head that keeps her from thinking straight. But she has to. There’s no room for failure here. There’s no acceptable timeline but the one that Max will force the universe to take.

The one where Chloe lives, and Arcadia Bay is destroyed.

Because she loves Chloe. And because fuck Arcadia Bay.

In a few seconds the bathroom door will open. Chloe is going to walk in and argue heatedly with Nathan, who will pull out a gun and threaten her. His finger will slip on the trigger as she pushes him away, and the gun will fire. Chloe will crumple to the ground.

If Max hits the nearby fire alarm, Nathan’s finger will slip. If she sneaks up from behind and tries to grab the gun, his finger will slip. If she tries to confront him directly, he will point the gun at her- Chloe will intervene. His finger will slip.

The gun will fire. The gun will fire. The gun will fire.

Her thoughts dissolve into a meaningless jumble as the bathroom door opens.]

No, no, no, why can’t I fucking- Why isn’t it coming out correctly- What’s wrong with- Stop dying! Just stop dying! Please!

[Max squeezes her eyes shut and knocks her head against the bathroom stall in frustration, trying to ignore the sound of Chloe’s voice. She hasn’t thought of any new solutions, and now it’s too late. With a vicious twist of her fingers, Max sends the timeline reeling back, spinning out of control, until it’s once again only her and Nathan in the bathroom.

This is her eighth attempt.

This is her ninth attempt.

This is her tenth attempt.

She has all the time in the world.]

Edited 2017-10-27 17:09 (UTC)

Kokichi had no reason to want himself dead. He just wanted to explore a bit, to go into the wooded area for just a moment then run right back out. He was kind of curious to see where the invisible end wall is in this place, but he could also ask later.

It's just curiosity. Curiosity that leads to him running into a stranger.

He didn't exactly mean to stop Tim, but the company is nice. Kokichi mumbles a hello- Well, it's hard to understand him with the duct tape on his mouth, but he does have his own secrets to keep.

The boy's carrying a roll of duct tape on his arm, in case he needs it.

[Like most rooms over the next few days, the noises coming from Cissie’s door will be varying degrees of alarming. Her memory takes time to play out; it feels both longer and shorter to her every time she witnesses it, but for something that changed her life so drastically, it really only lasts an hour or two before it loops and begins again.

It begins as she remembers; Cissie hops out of the SuperCycle, waving goodbye to Robin (Tim; she didn’t even know his name yet) and Kon, dressed in her school uniform. What she finds isn’t what she expects: her boarding school is a crime scene, surrounded by panicking, crying girls, throngs of reporters and so much police tape. And of course there’s the body. Dr. Marcey Money, her school therapist, the person she trusts and loves, whose death will affect the rest of her life in the same way her father’s death changed the course her life when she was five.

No matter how she tries to avoid it, to change it, to make things different this time, Cissie will always sneak past the emergency responders and make her way silently through the halls of the school. No matter how she tries not to look, not to watch this time, she will always watch the video Marcey’s killers created of her murder; she will always see her being tortured and begging for her life before being shot through the heart.

(This is where Cissie sometimes changes things. Sometimes she doesn’t scream and run away; sometimes she stands still and silent, sometimes she is sick. Sometimes she screams, but doesn’t run, and the cops collect her, take her to a quiet room and give her blankets and tea… But eventually she is always left alone, and she always gets up and walks (or runs) out of the building, as she did that day. Nothing changes what she does next, no matter how many times she tries.)

Cissie leaves the building. She goes to her room. (Here’s another variable; she can delay what comes next. She can sit and cry. But she can’t stop herself, in the end.) She will always change into her dark red hunting clothes and pull the red hood up over her hair; she will always leave the school, bow and arrows in hand, and disappear into the woods after the monsters responsible for this.

This next piece of memory is always quick, but never merciful. Cissie only tries to stop herself once, tearing herself from the memory at the last possible moment, when she knows nothing she does will stop the inevitable, that she is and always will be the monster she’s spent years running away from. Every time after, she gives up on changing things when she enters the woods, and steps back, sinking against the wall to just watch. Watch herself stalk, hunt and torment the terrified men (abusers, killers, murderers). Watch herself leave the accomplice tied to a tree with an angry, wounded bear frozen in place only feet away. Watch herself face down Marcey’s killer, her ex-fiance, the man who was supposed to love her but who instead killed her and now begs for his own life. And Cissie, every time, aims an arrow at his heart and lets it fly.

Kon catches the arrow in mid-air, as he did in reality. Superboy, rushing past in a blur or red and blue and leather jacket, his old uniform and dated haircut, the earring and all of those straps. He saves her, stops her short of living forever with murder on her hands, even if he can’t keep attempted murder from being part of her. She did that on her own.

And now she relives it. Five, six, a dozen times. She loses count. After the first few disastrous attempts at changing things, she slinks back and collapses to sit against the wall by her door. All she can do is watch. If anyone enters, she doesn’t even notice them until she’s forced to.

This is who she is. This is why she quit. This is who Arrowette became, and why she had to retire. She’s been foolish, to think that maybe she should try to use those skills again, even here in Wonderland, even without a mask. Maybe it’s a reminder she needed.]

((ooc: canon screenshots for reference: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.))

[Once she’s forced from her room, Cissie will try to avoid going back at all costs. The problem, of course, is how many of her friends live on the same floor, within doors of each other. She’ll want to find them, make sure they’re okay… At least until she realizes that she can’t stop speaking the truth, no matter what she’s trying to say instead.

She can be found in the library or the tea rooms, looking for a quiet spot to hide and be alone, or getting herself some food from the kitchen. She tries, occasionally, to spend time in crowded public spaces, thinking that she can be a wallflower and avoid the conversations she doesn’t want (but can’t help) to have. When this doesn’t work, she retreats to the roof, or the grounds. The one place she avoids as much as her room is the shooting range.]

((Feel free to run into Cissie anywhere your character may be; she’s restless, and trying to avoid things, so she’ll keep moving until this is over. Please don’t let her avoid.))

Initially, Magnus was not present for his worst memory. He had left Raven's Roost for a competition several days prior when the attack had happened. In reality, he had been too far away from the events to have gone back and change anything. While he knew what happened, he hadn't actually seen what had happened.

Not until the Temporal Chalice had shown him in vivid detail.

So there Magnus starts, and anyone else who might wander into Magnus' worst moment. Magnus' mind briefly goes back to the chalice and what June had offered him and he wonders for a moment...did he take the offer and not realize it? When he thinks more deeply into it, still in disbelief that he's really in Raven's Roost, that thought leaves his mind. No...he was in Wonderland and there was some sort of event. This had to be part of it.

He makes his way into town, in a sort of daze as he makes his way toward the Hammer and Tong, going on auto pilot toward the place he had called home for so long. He hesitates as he reaches the door, but the sound of a woman's laugh draws him back to reality (reality?) and he gets the courage to open the door.

And there she is.

Julia turns toward him and instantly looks confused.

"Magnus...is everything alright? You've only been gone for two days. Did something happen?"

Magnus rushes forward without even realizing it and pulls Julia into his arms. He knows he's shaking and that the wetness on his face is probably tears but he doesn't care right now. Because right now he's holding his wife and his wife here and he can touch her and everything will be alright. He can save Raven's Roost this time.

"Wait," Magnus pulls back slightly. "Did you say I've been gone for two days?"

"Yeah, you were supposed to be on the road for ten to get to Neverwinter. What happened that you had to turn back?"

Two days, June had said. That's how long he was gone when the man who took everything from him returned and bombed the town. That day was today.

"Julia, we have to get out of here now. There's no time to explain we have to lea--"

An explosion in the distance cuts him off as the house shakes underneath them. Then another and another. The sound of explosions and screams only gets closer before a blast goes off directly below them, shattering the floorboards under their feet. Magnus leaps forward to grab Julia, to try and protect her from the blast, but he knows in his hard he's too late.

76 people had died in the original destruction of Raven's Roost. In this room, with Magnus reliving the moment over and over again, 77 people die each time. Magnus tries so many different ways to save the town, to save Julia, but each one fails and Raven's Roost is destroyed in the end. He cannot save anyone. And no one else that enters this room can save the town either. It has been and always will be doomed to destruction.

Twenty four hours after the event ends, Magnus finally exits the room. He slams the door behind him and collapses onto the round, shaking and crying and finally admitting defeat.

ooc: feel free to jump in during the first day where Magnus will be in the memory or after, where Magnus will not be present and it'll just be the people of Raven's Roost (or the aftermath when memory!Magnus arrives to the ruins days later)

[Huh. Looks like someone else is interested in the cartoons. He walks over to the blanket fort and waves at Mabel, before settling down to watch whatever she's currently watching.]

[He has duct tape on his mouth for some reason.]

Saying that Magnus was not in a good mood during this event would be an understatement.

After spending an entire day in his memory, trying desperately to change the events of the past, Magnus stays clear from his room and wanders the mansion, trying to clear his head and keep himself distracted. And while he might not be looking for a fight, his heightened emotions mixed with the effects of what Magnus is comparing to a powerful Zone of Truth spell, he certainly doesn't have the nicest things to say at the moment.

[Her room is locked up now. But she doesn't need to be in that room to watch the memory play over and over in her mind's eye.

She's had countless chances to save Chloe, to fix the timeline, to actually build a proper life together. Both in Wonderland and in Oregon. And each time... she's either failed or the chance was snatched away. Or maybe that's one and the same.

The Second Gallery has been largely neglected since Chloe left in February. No new works have been added, and Max honestly wonders if most residents even know it exists. Today that's a good thing- maybe no one will stop by.

She's lying on the long table in the annex room, smoking a cigarette. Wondering how much longer she can take all of this. Wondering if she's already passed that point.]

Edited 2017-10-27 17:17 (UTC)

[Even Lapis can't help but think of how things went the last time memories were on display. Of course, she never really had the inclination to pry in the first place, nor did Peridot ever have much to hide, so it doesn't change much in the end. The fact remains that finding each other and making sure they're okay is pretty much always the first priority when Wonderland starts acting up, and the little alcove splitting their room into two makes the setup obvious enough.

She does wait out in the vestibule a bit anyway. But what can ya do.

Lapis just cracks the door open and pokes her head in, hoping to confirm whether Peridot is even in there or not. The real one, that is. Expecting nothing and not particularly concerned with the memory itself anyway, she hardly bats an eye at the Prime Kindergarten.] Peridot?

[Frank. Frank wants to watch himself get shot in the head over and over again. Each time wishing he could have done something, each time wishing they'd done a better goddam job of it, put him down for good.

But that doesn't mean anyone else needs to see it. Or should see it.

Where is he? Lost in himself, and when he hears his name, he spins, still holding his daughter's limp body.] Go. The fuck. Away.

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It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE

(FLOOR 3, ROOM 16 A)

053; Fifth floor

YOUTH CENTER

PERIDOT

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In some closet

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(FLOOR 9, ROOM 25 A)

Re: » sunday morning

floor 7, room 20

KITCHEN

everywhere else

Magnus Burnsides

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Max Caulfield | Floor 3, Room 7 | OTA | CW: Murder

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Cissie King-Jones | OTA

Floor 10, Room 6 | cw: domestic violence resulting in murder, violence

Truth Time | Everywhere BUT floor 10, room 6

Room 8, Floor 3

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Max Caulfield | The Second Gallery | OTA

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