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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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[There aren't very happy memories behind the other two versions of Room 12. It's no great surprise that what's here isn't happy either.

Any other time of year, and the moment of Asriel's death would surely lurk in the forefront of their heart as the worst memory they could name. Familiar faces surrounding them, nobody remembering the flowers that body had tenderly been laid in were their favourite, nobody realizing that a mindless killer couldn't know that, nobody listening, struggling and struggling but they can't move their body they don't have control Asriel defending yourself doesn't make you a bad person-

It's... not a good memory.

But now, it's almost Halloween again, and there's another that's been pressing heavier and heavier on their back.

A fun little game. You're just a painted-on smile and a striped shirt. "Chara" is a loose enough concept that anyone can be it. Your soulmate, for a lark, summons the demon that comes when people call its name. You see for yourself what you truly are. What your memories are truly worth. Why naming the Fallen Human is so, so easy to do.

They've abandoned that room. They've already tried, and learned for themselves that they can't change the outcome. No matter how many times they clamp their hand over their mouth and slit their own throat, no matter how many times they sink the Knife into their own back, no matter how much they cut and cut and cut, they cannot keep "Chara" from ruining Frisk. They cannot contain the corruption leaking from their SOUL. There is no catharsis here.

Villains don't get happy endings, right?]

Asgore considered locking his room or barring it but, as he's never kept his losses a secret, he did not do this. Instead, he has placed a piece of paper that reads "The day Chara and Asriel die" on the outside of his door. He has also set up a makeshift cot in the hallway, along with an overly-large camping chair, and a cooler with a variety of pies in it, because if he's not going to stress eat through this, I don't know what else you were expecting to happen. He will sometimes leave to go stress lift. And then stress eat again.

Once inside of the room, there is a loop that lasts for several hours, and which shifts in locations, as it follows Asgore around on the day that Chara and Asriel died. This is the agonizing part of the memory, because Asgore knows that if he could simply stay in the room where Chara had died, he could stop Asriel from taking Chara's SOUL... and Chara's body... But he the memory does not allow him to do this. The loop begins with Chara in bed, dying of a mysterious sickness. Asgore stays next to the bed during this time (you have to stay DETERMINED), but a few minutes after the memory begins, Chara dies, and their SOUL leaves their body. Asgore and Toriel leave the room to allow the SOUL the time to disperse - they're not keeping it. What follows is a talk about what to do in the Kitchen between Asgore and Toriel that's maddeningly unalterable. Discussions about funerals and the impact on Asriel and what this will mean for the next week and what to tell the other Monsters... but after about ten minutes, the two will think to check on Asriel, believing him to be alone in his room. It is only at this moment that Asgore (or anyone else there) can leave the kitchen. Attempts to leave the kitchen before this moment result in walking back into the kitchen immediately after leaving it. Asriel is not in his room. And, by the time they think to check on Chara's body, neither the body nor the SOUL are there either. Some deeply concerning time occurs when the grounds of New Home are searched for both the living Asriel and the dead Chara for about an hour by both Toriel and Asgore. During this time period, it is possible to go anywhere in Asgore and Toriel's home, even all the way to the Barrier, but the elevators to the Core do not work. The memory does not end until Asriel, empowered by the SOUL of Chara, comes stumbling back through the Barrier in confusion, oozing dust from wounds across his body and has just enough time to explain that they have lain Chara's body on some flowers in their own town when they was attacked by the humans in the village before he dissolves into a pile in the garden, leaving Asriel's flickering, pale-white SOUL and Chara's blood-red SOUL hovering in the air over a patch of bright yellow flowers. The memory leaves just enough time for Asgore to say "Every human who falls down here must die," but should the real Asgore be present, he usually just stands in silence until the memory resets.

You're more than welcome to talk with the dad outside of his room, should you be willing to risk unvarnished truth with a man who has witnessed his children's deaths a half dozen times in the last couple of days.

Edited 2017-10-28 00:23 (UTC)

[The entirety of Deux Lux is missing over the course of the next several days. The door is locked and a sign is put up letting everyone know it's closed and to come back later. After all, the club also contains his living quarters, and this event takes it all from him.

It leaves him with a scene that he only watches once purposely before he leaves. The entire this is faded around the edges, faces are hard to properly focus on, and everything is terribly loud.

It's Heaven, in the warped way that the Devil remembers it. This happened so long ago it's been written and rewritten more times than anyone can count, and Lucifer himself avoids thinking about it if only because it simply leaves him in a rage he doesn't quite know how to deal with.

His Father kicks him out on his ass, banishes him to Hell. His Mother, not far away, simply stands there and watches. He's condemned to an eternity of suffering and causing others to suffer, and his entire family simply let it happen.

His Father calls him Samael. He rejects the name he was given and gives himself a new one.

It's not just the worst moment of his life, but a defining one.

That doesn't mean he wants to watch it.]

[Wow, this sucks!

Chara doesn't especially feel like being found. Ever, ha ha. They've had a taste of having the truth dragged out of them against their will before, and unsurprisingly: they hate it. One more thing that gets ripped away from them without their control. One more moment where they don't deserve the luxury of autonomy or boundaries. One more moment where people learn the truth is they aren't really the greatest person, ha ha. What fun.

So they've given up on their usual haunts. (When did they start having usual haunts? They're supposed to be unpredictable, entirely devoid of preference or wants.) They've wedged themselves unhappily into an overstuffed armchair by the fire in a randomly-chosen tearoom, their knitting bag and a dog-eared, well-read copy of a certain book tucked in with them. They'll spend the whole entire time here, completely unmoving, if they have to. Don't think they won't. Spite is a very powerful motivator.

...Okay, maybe not the whole time. They didn't pack many snacks, and they're already starting to feel restless and impatient.]

[Lucifer is most definitely not his typical self when people come across him.

Everyone else is in different states of misery, and he is no different. Being reminded of the day he lost everything he knew and became the villain of his Father's story certainly puts a damper on his mood, to say the least.

He stays out of the limelight, lingering in empty hallways and the corners of rooms, always sipping something alcoholic. There are a few he might attempt to put on a happy face for, but they're few and far between.]

[Lucifer is done watching his worst moment long before the Detective does, which is why, in the midst of proving her strength, the Devil simply walks through her door into the horrific scene as it's cycling through, not yet aware that this madness is happening to everyone.

The warehouse is large and imposing, but it's not what he's focused on. More importantly, Chloe is huddled with her daughter and, at first, he's not even sure what's happening, that it's the same as his own.]

Detective? What is all this?

[It can't be real, though, can it? Trixie isn't in Wonderland and this isn't the first time the place has toyed with forcing the Detective to see her.]

An apology should be on the edge of their tongue. It should be, because that's the polite thing to do. They're sorry for startling her. They didn't mean to scare her. Really. They didn't.

"You seem worried." That's nicer than the millions of other things they could've said, at least.

At least.

[the atmosphere in wonderland has shifted, its balance shattered throughout its own vicinity. taylor doesn't know the hows or the whys or the whos or the whats to this event, but she does know it's happening and it's being experienced whether she likes it or not.

this is why she finds it rather stuffy indoors. the gardens enter her mind first, but there are too many bodies of water, too many reflections. taylor knows about the mirrors, but not enough for her to risk it. she doesn't need to learn more about this place than she is already being forced to.

she heads up onto the roof, her first time. she doesn't know what to expect; will there be laughing clouds, mocking her very existence? potted plants throwing laughs at her like daggers?

...a talking doorknob that will keep her locked out?

she steps outside thinking she'll encounter the worst, but what she sees has her expectations beat.]

Frank...?

[the aggression in his pace, the twist of his features, she almost doesn't recognize him. and she doesn't feel it's because a screen isn't filtering their presences]

[ It's getting to the point that she isn't sure why she's still subjecting herself to this; nothing she does changes it, and once she takes Trixie away and parts with Lucifer, it begins all over again. She's kneeling before Trixie, just having told her to hide when Lucifer comes in.

His timing is either impeccable or tragic. She doesn't want him to see this. He doesn't even know about this yet. Chloe fights to hold back her tears as she stands up, rushing Trixie to find her hiding place before she lets out a sob at the sight of him. ]

It's one of my memories. [ Graham has his gun pointed at her, prattling on as if Lucifer isn't there, saying all of the same things he has before. ] Just... You should go, Lucifer. You shouldn't be here.

[It would be impossible not to hear the screaming coming from inside.

That said, to get to the room, you'd have to go through one door, a common area, and then into the new room that's popped up overnight, but the sound isn't stopping.

The room isn't a proper room, but looks more like a cell in a dungeon with a chair in the middle, fashioned with restraints. Caroline is sitting in it, shackled and sickly, while her father stands on the opposite side of the room.

He wants to know how she can walk in the sun. He asks her while vervain is pumped into the air through the ventilation, keeping her weak. She wants him to let her go, asks if that's all he wants to know.

He says he does, but it's because of what he's going to do next.

For hours he starves her, opens up a hatch in the ceiling to pour light on her back, burning her with its rays while she screams. The memory replays over and over, with barely a reprieve; she never even gets to the part where she's saved. It's just her Dad trying to fix her.

She isn't going to stay here any longer than she has to, even though the memory continues to play in her absence.

She may very well be nearby, though, as if that will help keep people from checking on her.]

Edited 2017-10-28 01:05 (UTC)

[ She's glad he doesn't ask, because she doesn't want to admit that she isn't. Chloe isn't sure she'll ever be okay again; every time she gets back on her feet, every time she feels like she's rebuilt her strength and can take on this place all over again, it falls apart.

Still, she takes the thermos, her holding it in her palms before she screws off the top. ]

Thanks, Newt. That's really thoughtful. [ She gestures to her nest, offering him to join her. Between what she and Lucifer experienced, she doubts what he's gone through is any better. Yet he's out here, checking on his friends, offering comfort. ] Chocolate definitely helps.

[Once it becomes clear to everyone what's going on, Caroline gets as far from her room as possible, simply hoping no one will go in there anymore considering that everyone's room is apparently its own specially tailored horror.

She drinks when she can, converses with friends at other times. She's not super perky, more intent on making sure other people are okay. Her demons are terrible, sure, but she's survived them and moved past them.

People here have it worse. Reminding herself of that makes dealing with her own stuff a little easier to ignore.]

Second Floor, Room 064
[Turing keeps their door closed, but not unlocked. There isn't a warning to be found on their door either - it's like once Turing found out what's beyond the door to their room, they slammed it immediately and didn't bother to turn back. But still, if you were to open the door, you'd find...

An odd, electrical room, populated with a feminine figure and Turing themselves. They appear to be calling someone up.

"Now y'all just hold tight. I'll be done here lickety-split," a voice coming from Turing says.

A typing noise fills the room.

"Hmm...surveillance camera footage...?"

A tense silence.

"Oh god...Oh Turing. I'm so sorry..."

Turing speaks up. "What is it, TOMCAT, what did you find?"

The voice solemnly pipes in again. "He's...he's gone, Turing."

"Of course he's gone, TOMCAT. That's why we're here!" the ROM proclaims with confidence.

"Shit. I-I mean...he's gone gone, Turing...Hayden...Hayden is dead."

Another profound silence. "W-Well, that obviously isn't right, TOMCAT," Turing says, with a tone of denial. "Can you send me the relevant files? You must have missed something."

"I-I don't think you should see it, but...if you're sure. Parallax...had security cam footage from the hallway outside Hayden's apartment encrypted on their network. Just a short clip. It wasn't a kidnappin'...somebody went there to murder him."

Turing receives the files. They grunt as if they're in pain. Their expression turns into one into complete shock. They stand still like this for a long time.

And the memory repeats.]

Anywhere throughout the mansion
[Painting. Painting is the only way to get their mind off of things. Off of the things they've seen, not only in their room, but in others' too. Add that to the whole honesty hour, and really, what better way to express yourself honestly than with a creative form like painting?

They stand wherever there is apt room for an easel. They take some paints and...

...angrily swats at the canvas with a multitude of colors. Curse Wonderland. Curse these memories. Curse honesty! Curse this event!!]

Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!

[Are they yelling at the painting or at themselves? It's hard to say.]

[He stops, turning hard on his heel, because who the fuck would bother him up here?

Oh. Oh. Jesus. ]

Not much of a better time, Taylor.

[It was Taylor, right?]

Second Floor, Room 021
[Papyrus hasn't thought to lock his room, but there /is/, however, a giant sign. On it, it says, 'IF YOU'RE UNDYNE AND/OR THE HUMAN YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T COME IN HERE. NYEHFULLY YOURS, PAPYRUS'

How oddly specific. Why shouldn't those two come in? Well, if one were to open the door, they would see...a skeleton following a young child with a striped shirt as they venture throughout a cavern. The skeleton tries to get the child's attention, but the child isn't paying any attention to him. What he knows now that he didn't beforehand was that this was the result of venturing into the human's mindscape, seeing memories of a path that he shouldn't have seen.

A battle that he shouldn't have witnessed.

The battle repeats, over and over again, with no stop in sight.]

Dining Room
[So. His room is playing that little fun memory, and he has to be honestly honest with everyone, except this time, everyone's affected. He already had a taste of this when one of the rifts opened up near his brother's room, but that time he actually willingly stepped in to be honest, so his brother wouldn't have to go through this alone. Now, however? Unwillingly having to go through with this? He doesn't want this.

To take his mind off of things, he's sitting at one of the tables, going through an entire book of sudoku puzzles. They're not as hard as Junior Jumbles, yet not as easy as crosswords. He's finding it's perfect for distracting himself, but...he still can't help but brood about the current situation. He's trying not to brood so much, though! After all, this event won't last forever! Right??? Right?????]

[ peggy carter's emotional hatches are remarkably well-battened, given the chaos sprouting around every corner and in the shadow of every conversation. it's not a lie (she can't quite do that just now, after all) but, rather, it's compartmentalization. she sees fitz and...

and. well. she manages not to turn heel and walk in the opposite direction. no dirt on fitz's nose, exactly -- it's only that she doesn't much relish the thought of speaking too earnestly around the shield agent.

she breezes by him and sets to work filling her thermos from a waiting tea pot. ]

Fitz.

[ maybe, maybe, they can be fortunate enough to survive with just a simple greeting. ]

[In truth there's a great deal to be said for the fact that he does truly taste the sweetness of the tart, the butteriness of the pastry, the nuttiness of the filling. The first time Rip had eaten after his family died--truly, not just in some replication provided by Wonderland--it had all been dry, thick, bland.

He can still feel hunger, whetted by the first swallow of food. The relief of warm tea, the bit of strength regained after even a fitful and brief sleep.

Strange how time's healing measures still show their force, even in limited ways.]

I suppose I should thank you for that, then. [Sparing him the efforts of her cooking. Seems an odd thing to show gratitude for, but--]

Miranda would experiment with cooking sometimes. [He looks towards the door, swallows. Doesn't matter that he's still drinking the tea. His throat's gone dry again.] She'd want to have something special when I was home.

[ it's growing increasingly unfortunate to run into familiar faces in these halls. each new interaction comes with its own pitfalls and hard truths. and so there is a flicker of dread in peggy's expression when her path crosses with one of the shield agents from the future.

her steps slow -- courteous, mostly. likely prepared to keep on walking after the barest greeting. ]

-- Helluva day.

[ that's it. ]

Once Lucifer got her out of her own memory and Chloe began to understand what was happening, she rushed away to find Seth.

She knows him well enough to know whatever he is experiencing is likely hell. He's been through so much in his life; there are so many moments Wonderland could have chosen, all of them harsh reminders of the life he tried to leave behind. Chloe reaches his room just as he rushes out, smoke pouring out behind him, and her heart drops into her stomach.

Then he turns, starting towards the door, back into whatever he left behind.

"Seth!" Chloe shouts as loud as she can, running faster so she can reach him, barely slowing down before she grabs his arm and yanks him away from the door with all of the strength she can muster. "Stop!"

[If she thought he was the type to avoid eye contact before, then she'll see the extreme version of that now, as he starts and nearly spills his tea at the sound of her voice. His head hangs low, eyes riveted away from anything in her general vicinity.]

Ma'am.

[Nothing else spills out. They don't have to talk. Nobody has to talk about anything until the event's over. There's a scone. And now it's in his mouth. See? No reason to speak.]

[Plotting comment is here! Feel free to hit me up through DMs or at

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