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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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We can deal with them from here, too. Provided you won't want to hug me or anything.

[ sympathy is something he doesn't want. he's almost convinced he doesn't need it, either. not from natasha who, he knows, has the same amount of sympathy for rogers. one day, he will able to listen.

but today, he has seen his parents' gruesome murders on repeat. ]

since when are you this much of a ray of sunshine?

[ he knows the answer already, maybe he'd like to hear it anyway. ]

You're one of the most dramatic people I've ever met, do you know that? and I met Loki and Thor. Not to mention Rogers.

[ but! but! ]

another route. now we're talking. we have to harness another source of energy, probably much stronger. If his input only took you guys as far as the mirror side, we're going to need to either find something else or use whatever wonderland's using to get us here. there's something.

Are you popular here?

[ She asks with a small smile because oh yes, she remembers that network video post, Frank. ]

But they're not, not while you're here. So at least...I don't know, at least there's that. You aren't missing the chance to make them pay.

My apologies. It is just in my nature to try and help people, I suppose. Even if it rarely works out.

[She really wishes she could keep thoughts like those in her head.]

Nobody should have to deal with this. But we are dealing with it, and now we are in the exact same situation. Neither of us has anything better than the other.

[Toriel's just off to get a snack from the kitchen, when she turns a corner- and immediately finds herself face to face with Mettaton. And in that moment, there is only one truth on her mind, that immediately springs forth.]

God, I hate you.

--You're coming dangerously close to sulking, you realize. [Everything from her assessment of his experience to the opinion on his gun, all of it seems to come less from a place of critical analysis and more a child's pouting fit. Yet he seems amused even as he calls her on it, a glint in his eye that speaks to teasing more than judgement this time.

…Although make no mistake; there is still some judgement there. An appropriate amount, he would think.]

I don't need this gun to be subtle. On the occasions where I needed to go unnoticed in any given era, I ensure my weaponry matches the time I'm in. [So it's exactly as she's assumed, right down to his experience with a variety of guns and their recoils.]

Oh, but I haven't tried. Not always.

[He has let children die in terrible ways. Not murdered them himself—though that instance with Per Degaton had been terribly close, hadn't it? But he has set history on its proper course time and again, abandoned those in need to the cruelties and evils the world can so often inflict.

Played the hero once, then abandoned that call the day before an entire town of people were slaughtered, locked in a church and burned to death—because it was his duty as a Time Master.

For the greater good, indeed.]

Here we are removed from time—and so many of the obligations that exist in our worlds.

I think I can be forgiven a bit of a sulk. Given the weekend.

[ a refreshingly earnest opinion, really. it's one she'd ordinarily defer and detour and decline to admit. it's not that peggy is self-effacing, exactly, but she would normally have made an attempt to rise above such petty bait. to prove (as she so often tries) that her shortcomings don't matter.

(when, of course, they do.)

she meets his teasing look with another impatient shake of her head. ] But! All I'd need is a couple days -- three, tops -- with your gun and then I imagine I could outshoot you with it.

[ maybe only barely. but if she had a chance to adjust, to drill, to learn how not to correct for its lack of kick? well, peggy's got a healthy confidence in her own skills. not least of all because she can see where his shots with the ppk were just a little off her own. ]

You might be surprised. I'm the source of all this misery, and yet nearly everyone has seen fit to tell me how I shouldn't blame myself. One person was particularly adamant that I do something other than dwell in my own misery for the duration.

[What a silly person who clearly doesn't know Rip at all.

But her challenge remains. Three days, she claims, and it might well be true. Rip knows just the same as Peggy that his shots hadn't quite hit with the same level of accuracy. He turns his head to look at her for a moment, as if considering the offer.]

You do understand that putting futuristic technology in the hands of someone from the past is literally a crime when I'm from? And one that I specifically work to both prevent and correct.

[Never mind that he'd done just that a few moments before. He simply has to give Peggy a hard time. It seems appropriate, with the way things are headed.]

[ it's her turn to take back what belongs to her. in this case, it involves leaning leftward just enough to coax her ppk back out of his hands. but with her mug in one grip and the gun in her other, she isn't quick to reveal her holster all over again. ]

Worked. [ peggy isn't correcting him -- rather, the word nearly carries an interrogative. the barest hint of a question mark. she's rising to his defiance with a bit of her own. gladly, almost. ] Your Time Masters are finished, aren't they? Which leads me to think you're not much of a lawman any longer.

And it's not a crime here -- [ doubtless he'll confirm or deny whether that's true soon enough; it's not as though wonderland hasn't already crossed that line when it comes to peggy and technology. ] -- and besides, if you refuse I can always try my luck with the closets. See if I can't replicate it from memory.

[ peggy smirks. ] Which option do you think might result in the bigger disaster, hm? Mister Hunter?

[He'd almost forgotten he'd been holding the thing to be honest. But when Peggy does reclaim her pistol, Rip in turn picks up his neglected cup of tea, lukewarm now and still bitter without the benefit of any sweetener added to it. He takes a sip and briefly frowns, almost a wince at the reminder of what can happen to such a good drink if not tended to properly.

Shame, that.

But seemingly one never content to leave well enough alone, Peggy tries to needle him about his profession by playing both sides of the coin; suggesting at first that he's got no mandate to uphold, and then in the next breath appealing to Rip's professional ethics by suggesting he might help unleash some great horror if she were to attempt to recreate his revolver on her own.]

The Time Masters are finished, but I've taken up their task in the aftermath. [Point the first. Another sip of tea, another moment to brace himself afterwards, and Rip continues on.] And you, Miss Carter, cannot replicate a bottle of decent whiskey from memory. I somehow suspect you won't have much luck trying to recreate a pistol that you don't even know the inner workings of--much less anything worse.

[Maybe she'll end up with a showy laser pointer at best. Rip almost hopes to see her face if that is the case.]

[ a vigilante through time, then. is that really any better? although peggy can appreciate the position. the last year and a half have been a study in vigilantism just outside the ssr's purview. she empties her mug, but rather than rush to refill it she leaves it sitting on the floor.

now it is time to smoothly reholster her ppk. this time, with a touch more discretion than when she'd drew it first in a rush of ego. ]

I care more about my guns than I do my whiskey. [ she certainly paid a different kind of attention to his gun than she has any bottle of booze. ] But if the inner workings are that much of a stumbling block, I suppose I could always tap a shoulder. Call in a favour with one of the engineers. One of the scientists.

Tony. Or Ray, for that matter. [ a soft hum. ] Ray might be best, actually. I fear the bells and whistles that would come with any Stark-design.

[ she speaks frankly, openly, candidly. more importantly? she calls him ray. not doctor palmer. not even raymond. ]

[Some days, Rip has to wonder.

But! The Legends cutting their way through history ever so much like a chainsaw isn't the current topic up for discussion. He once more politely turns his head when Peggy reholsters her gun; though her actions speak of greater care this time, it's the proper thing to do. And of course, there is the debate between them to focus on--one that takes an interesting turn when she calls out the names of those whom might aid her in her endeavors.]

Ray now, is it? [Not Doctor Palmer, and not even Raymond. Her point stands entirely true, of course; no doubt Ray could indeed build her a weapon akin to Rip's. Same for this "Tony Stark," if his claims about building an exosuit are true.

So clearly, the best tactic now isn't to try and argue a lie he can't even give voice to.] I didn't realize the pair of you had gotten so close.

[Minato's hand held onto Souji's tighter. He thought if he let go that Souji would just get away from him.]

Why is it that you get to know everything about me, but I don't get to know everything about you?

[He lowered his head but didn't let go of Souji.]

... It's not fair.

He ever shows up, 'm just gonna hafta deal with it.

[Killing him wouldn't do it, but there's more than one way to make a person's life miserable. The idea of forgiving him doesn't even cross Dan's mind.

He grins crookedly at Ellie's reaction, though.]

Yer a real li'l firecracker, ain't y'.

[Yup, it's gonna get worse from here.]

How are we supposed to talk about this when I can't understand you? If I was inoculated, why do I still hear the damn static?

[He slams his fist on the table, he doesn't cause any structural damage to the table (only a strength roll of 9 on that), but it is enough to cause a loud slam and knock any books she had in piles across the table.]

What else are you hiding from us?

[ ...altogether too late she realizes the knot she's tied herself into. peggy had gotten used to calling him ray. just as she'd gotten used to how he called her peg. and as strangely alright as that phenomenon has become, she considerably less alright with spitting those details out for someone else to hear.

her lips purse tight as she shakes her head -- but it's about as close to a lie as she can take it, because the next few words out of her mouth are plain and adulterated truth: ] He's a friend.

[ she supposes. certainly, he supposes. peggy frowns, too, because she can taste the next confession rising like bile in the back of her throat. ]

And he was my -- employer. During that event. Surely you know the one.

[ don't make me say it. peggy buries her attention in another tart, tearing it in two and shoving one half into her mouth. flipping hell, she needs to shut it. ]

Edited 2017-11-04 00:08 (UTC)

You tried with me.

[It's not much of a consolation at all, they know. It isn't really, because it's so much more complicated than that. Even with the power to SAVE everyone, you can still mess up. And messing up means everyone else must suffer for it; for your sins. For you.]

[Awareness, in some ways, makes you responsible.]

You weren't obligated to try and save me.

--No, I suppose I wasn't.

[This young child, so full of determination. Even if those scraps of goodness do exist inside of Rip, how often does he forget they're there? Yet here Frisk is, reminding him, quietly arguing that however small or few, they are there.

It's far more successful than those who have tried to convince Rip's guilty conscious that he isn't to blame for this event. Even logically knowing that truth doesn't grant him that absolution.]

Thank you for that reminder. [He offers a faint smile; little more than the brief lifting of the corners of his mouth. Still. It's something remarkable, given Rip's personality.] I would ask how you've been, but even that seems an unfair question given the full circumstances of the event at play. [And all of the losses and hardships that have happened over the months since their last chat. All of the people that have vanished.]

[He might have remarked on that admission of friendship, particularly where Ray is concerned. After all, Rip knows exactly what Dr. Palmer is like when it comes to such matters, how he insists and pushes and never relents, believing always in something better to be. But before he can question if she'd been goaded into accepting Ray's likely proclamations as truth, Peggy cites what is perhaps the truest source of their connection. The strange little event that tied them together, not unlike it had Rip and Peggy too.

Though in a completely different fashion, when it comes to the details.]

...Yes, quite. I, ah, do remember it quite well. [She grabs a tart from the box and Rip is reminded that he two has one in there, now perhaps best used in case of the emergency of speaking too much.

For example?]

I hadn't realized he was the one you were making excuses to when you and I had our little date. [Not a revelation he meant to speak out loud. The proclamation of "bollocks" is quickly muffled. Good thing he does like the flavor of the bakewells; it'd be a shame to have to suddenly fill his mouth with a taste he hated.]

Edited 2017-11-04 00:43 (UTC)

"A couple of months... What was it, June? July?" he didn't keep track that closely. The days had a tendency to blend together after awhile. "I dunno. But it was pretty special. I don't think we've ever been messed with that bed before. Not that I remember, anyways. There are plenty of people that've been here for years if you want to talk to them."

Zombies didn't bother Jean nearly as much as they did everyone else. Titans were like gigantic, super fast zombies, so the real deal felt kind of lame in comparison.

[ rip wouldn't be wrong. ray palmer has been the very definition of a persistent bastard. but she has a grudging respect for persistent bastards -- the ones who won't stay knocked down. the idealists, the futurists, the ones with the hardest heads. it's an admiration that feels most natural when it's being hidden.

or, at the very least, downplayed. something this event hasn't allowed her to do. not about shield, not about ray, and now not about this either. peggy chews her way through the frangipan and the frosting while she forces herself to meet rip's eyes -- it's only a matter of time before something else comes bubbling up. but when she swallows, she finds she can't swallow the truth alongside. ]

Of course you hadn't. [ realized. ] I've worked hard to make certain you didn't. Wouldn't. It's no big reveal to say we've both been avoiding the topic. Our...little date, as you've put it.

[ peggy peels the slivered almond off the top of her remaining half a tart. ] Equally, Ray hasn't realized for whom I was making those excuses. And with a two parts effort to one part luck, he won't ever have to.

Edited 2017-11-04 00:52 (UTC)

"Nobody's controlling anybody. It's not one of those events... And besides that, you decide what happens to you. You're the one that moves your own hand. Right?"

[He didn't exactly ask the question, but it doesn't seem to matter, here. Something bubbles in their throat regardless, the live coal of words unspoken, that have been unspoken for so long.]

I died. Not long after you saved me. I don't think it counted. I didn't...I mean, I wasn't gone for very long, so I don't think it mattered. But I didn't want to tell you, because you gave everything up for me even if you didn't know me, and I felt like I wasted it.

[...ha.]

[Eloquent. No?]

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