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

[kryptomight]

No one super important to me died in mine, either. ( it's said quietly, as jon shifts to set frank down outside the door, hands moving to press over frank's wounds to try and find the worst of them, feather-light. )

now that he's thinking about it again, what he saw, the memory playing in his head as if he were still there, stench of her blood in his nose, her face, the gunshots, the boy's body just a bit behind frank--he's definitely gonna cry. ) I. . I'm so sorry.

[moraloutrage]

[Ah yes with any of his other friends who would never commit any murders ever...]

N-no! [He whimpers in response. Even if she says that she's not upset at him, he feels as if this is all his fault.] I am the one who has made things weird! I did not mean to do this.

[If she is really set on leaving, Ishimaru knows that he can't force her to stay. So he stops moving, tears forming in his eyes and his fists balled at his sides as he calls out after her.]

But I do not want you to leave! Even with what happened back home, I have enjoyed all of the times that we have shared here together! I... I want to help you, however I can!

[mypartnerintime]

Max finds that she can't smile in response. Instead she nods at the other girl, hand on the doorknob, unsure of whether to stay or leave. Elizabeth's offer is met without any response.

Though, once Elizabeth is on her feet, Max's nervous staring comes to an end as she finally talks. "Do you play? An instrument?"

Practicing alone sounds like a meager distraction from the trials of the day, at best. Practicing with someone else might actually be better. Maybe. max stands there awkwardly, undecided as to whether it was the right thing to ask.

[mypartnerintime]

...Maybe. [She looks away, thinking. Having a place to sleep that's really far from her room sounds nice...] It's worth a shot at least.

[She looks back, seeming to reach a firmer decision as she adjusts the tent in her grip.] Yeah. Worth a shot.

[mypartnerintime]

[Max stares for a moment, unsure of how to respond, if she even fully understands what they're saying. It's been a long day so far, and more and more she just wants to settle somewhere else and sleep it off, or smoke. But what Frisk is saying actually bothers her immensely, especially coming from a child.

Her voice is soft and tired as she addresses them, trying to be soothing. Trying to climb out of the sadness she feels and help them.]

It's not your responsibility, Frisk. Even this- [She leans her head toward the door of her room, slowly.] You didn't have to do that for me...

1/2

[determinedest]

I don't know what I am without it.

[That's - ]

[That sounds like them, ha ha. Not helping people because they want to, but because they simply don't know what they are if they're not. If they're not helping, if they're not trying, then what does that make them? Just another person who messes up, time and time again. Just another person who ends up hurting people.]

[Another fallen human with a ruthless SOUL.]

I don't know what I am if I'm not trying.

2/2

[determinedest]

...

[Immediately, they're angling their head away from her, dropping their gaze.]

You shouldn't have to worry about that. Please don't think about this anymore.

[mucked]

[ certainly! it would be a conversation peggy would be considerably surprised by. apart from some of the preliminary arrangements made at the very close of the war, she's been divorced and isolated from those tippy-top sort of decisions. that was never her brain-child.

although the question must be raised: ]

Is there a topic you'd prefer to pursue, Miss Romanoff?

[eyething]

"No. The Phoenix Stone has a funny way of fucking with your head even when you get out."

Damon doesn't forget that Stefan also tried to set him on fire when he escaped from the Phoenix Stone first. He thought it would make it stop, but he was stopped before he could do so, and Stefan knew it was him when he went in there with gasoline.

Why is it always fire?

Distantly, he hears the emotion in Klaus' face. This world has changed them. It's shifted the playing field, but he never forgets where the playing field started with all of them. It's clear Klaus cared that Elena could have actually been dead- set on fire by him. Maybe he would have done worse to him than Stefan if it'd been true (not that he would even- he wouldn't have been able to live with himself. He would have welcomed- welcomed every ounce of torturous pain and welcomed someone removing him from the face of every planet if he'd actually- actually killed her).

The question still pushes itself out of his chest where it's trapped.

"Why do you care?"

[eyething]

Her response rocks through him like an earthquake.

Damon hasn't forgotten what she saw and how she saw it. It was the worst moment of his life. It was a moment no one else had ever seen, and he'd only ever told Stefan that it happened to begin with (no, Julian too in hopes he'd rip his heart out of his chest and end him once and for all). Stefan had nearly set him on fire, knowing full well who he was.

His whole Phoenix Stone experience was about letting go of his older brother. Damon's was about how truly terrible he is.

He knows her well enough to sense her pushing him away.

"Then why aren't you saying it?" Damon turns his head away, closing his eyes, knowing why. "Elena."

It's sharp, desperate as if he can call her back with the strength of her name alone when she watched him burn her alive.

[backpacking]

[ She doesn't know him, doesn't recognize him. If he knows Joel at all, then she isn't aware. ]

Hey - um, my friend's in trouble. He's caught up in a memory loop and I can't get him out. [ To her frustration, because all these times she's failed to save him lately are stacking, threatening to tip her over. ] D'you think you could strong-arm a guy out of his own room?

[ That isn't too much to ask, right?? ]

[sonofab]

Tt, show off. [The dad being around more thing he got. He'd like if Father was around for at least his birthdays. He shrugs.] Saving the world is a full-time job.

[He thought Jon knew this already... but he couldn't imagine his future self sharing the info without a weird truth curse.]

Yeah. When I was resurrected.

[sonofab]

Slang claims to be part of the English language, but it's a facade. [Damian was as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.]

No, I guess not. I've been here 3 months and haven't died... but I have explosives. What's your trick?

[sonofab]

Utterly pathetic. [Damian doesn't move, watching the man get flustered. That last answer was a strange one...]

Too bad... What did you mean by that?

[sonofab]

Better. [Damian says because hey, points for that extra theatrical effort.]

Yes, have you seen the horses in the stables? Any idea who owns them? A friend [Still felt weird admitting that sometimes.] of mine and I try to check them daily, but I never see their owner come by.

[eyething]

( The hand keeps him balanced even when he feels so unsteady. ) Yes.

It didn't go well.

( It would be impossible for it to go well, because- because of what she learned on top of what she witnessed. Her life gets to pass her fucking by. She has to stay in a coffin. His mother tried to take her away from him to punish him as if she was the toy soldiers she'd steal from him as a kid, because that's all that made him cry.

Not his father beating him. Just that. )

[moraloutrage]

[Ishimaru tentatively nods along.]

Of course! It is certainly worth attempting. Together, we can forge new positive memories of camaraderie! Hopefully all shall go well!

[modore]

...Okay.

[That's fair, he thinks. It's a lot to take in and, strictly speaking, he did lie to her. She has good reason not to trust him right now. Doesn't mean he has to like it, though.]

Just be safe, okay? I don't think there's anything that can hurt us right now, but just in case... I don't want anything bad to happen to you.

[saved]

Fourteen years?

( Peter breathes out sharp as his eyes burn briefly just to think of her there. His voice cracks. It's horrifying. It's terrible. His chest clenches up painfully, tightly at the center of his rib cage. )

I'm glad you weren't alone there at least even if- even if finding out what happened to him, it probably made it so much worse.

( It probably squashed that hope right up as soon as it tried to- to break free. )

[actualwizard]

Billy nods, not trusting his voice as he tries to get himself back under control. He can feel it slipping, his power is coming to the surface-lightening skittering across his skin, crackling through his fingers. He takes a deep breath, willing it down, willing himself to get back under control- he’s not in danger here, not really. For the moment at least. He’s not paying attention to Teddy, so he doesn’t see the look he’s giving the door. Or else he would warn him to stay out, or lock it to keep him out, but his brain isn’t focusing on that- not yet.

[stereotypicaljock]

Explosives? So you're into science? It's probably pretty useful to be able to do that stuff here.

[There's a lot of Billy in this kid. It's familiar enough to make his heart swell warmly.]

Me? Oh, just lucky I guess. [It's where the lie usually stops. Today is different.] Superpowers, mostly.

[shorthair]

This honesty thing's bullshit, huh?

( Clementine winces, sinking down beside him, even if she's about to ask if he'd prefer that she leave altogether. It wouldn't bother her if that was the case. )

[hypoxic]

[At least this question is an ambiguous enough one.]

I mean that your incessant questions are too much for me today. There's enough on my plate without having to worry about a tiny enemy agent undermining my effectiveness.

[actualwizard]

“Of course you didn’t, in what world would murder be the thing you have to work out with someone you love? Oh right, this world.” He lets out a frustrated noise because he normally would have waved this whole thing off. No big deal, it was fine. He was fine.

“This event is the worst. I need a drink- Wonderland giving people bad drinking habits since oh the beginning of time probably.” He needs to stop talking so he pulls out the bottle of bourbon he has stashed in his desk drawer (locked away from the youngins) and a glass before looking at Peter. “Want some?” Come on Pete let Wonderland make you an alcoholic too.

[actualwizard]

“Neither could you.” He doesn’t properly know how to express how much he adores Elena, and how he probably wouldn’t have gotten through most of this place without her. “I don’t know what I did before you were here. I’m not sure how I survived this place.” Not well that was for sure.