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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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[Maybe it was denial at first, but when Damian first steps into his room, he finds himself instantly trying to reject what he is seeing. But there was no denying it. It was the Wayne Enterprise's lobby that Leviathan had plans to place a meta bomb. Lining the overhead balcony in a circle are assassins, Al Ghul zealots. All armed with arrows and gun, shooting at one spot. When Damian's gaze moves to that spot he feels a cold fill his chest. There was no denying it. What was playing was his greatest failure playing on a morbid loop. The day Robin died.

Grayson and him, are ducking from the rain of projectiles behind a marble information desk. Damian looks younger and somehow even smaller than he is now. The two don't look scared or even concerned as they exchange pleasantries. Grayson readying some smoke bombs that will give them cover.

"We were the best Richard. No matter what anyone thinks." The child says, his brother with a confident smile that never leaves his face just shrugs nonchalantly before replying. "We can't help being great." The smoke fills the lobby, giving them the cover needed.

The area is filled with screams and gunfire as the men are unable to stop the two. When the smoke starts to clear is when they notice the elevator doors open. A large man steps out, the Heretic.

Damian feels an all too familiar pain in his chest at the sight of him. The man grabs Grayson. The scene plays just as he remembers. His memory screams at his clone. Grayson is knocked out. His small from goes sailing through a glass casing in the lobby, but Damian doesn’t stop. “Mother! I know you’re watching! Call off your beast!” He shouts but it falls on deaf ears. His mother never appears. “Father?” He tries but he doesn’t appear either.

The assassins open fire once again, an arrow hitting him in the back as he’s attacking. He failed to dodge. Another arrow lands its mark, then another. Robin is getting more slow and sluggish. Sloppy. That’s all the opening his “brother” needs before he lunged his sword forward and pierces through Damian’s heart. A look of shock is etched on Robin’s dying face as he’s dropped limply to the floor.]

[Damian looks at himself dead on the ground just before the memory starts to loop again. “Mother. Call him off at once...” She wasn’t coming. She was never going to come. He doesn’t even flinch anymore as the sword sinks into his memory and the boy falls limp. Damian just watches. Every tick, every flaw, every misstep. He memorizes them until finally he moves. Stepping into his younger self, glaring up at his clone. Enhanced by mother and trained to kill him. Replace him for failing to betray his own father. “My brother. My twin. My rival--” The clone starts to say in an all too familiar way.]

Shut up.

[Damian snarls, drawing his sword because he does not want to hear it.] Let's end this how it was meant to end, Brother.

[The door is of course locked. The sounds of gunfire can be heard, screams and some explosions. Those somehow manage to look or get in will either find Damian studying the memory in silence or taking part in it and stubbornly trying to change the outcome.]

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Edited 2017-10-27 16:17 (UTC)

( luckily, jon has the advantage of having started out in the room with him. thank you alice, for worrying him just enough to get him to sleep inside damian's room.

watching damian go through the memory is--painful. not even just because he dies, but because it's quite clear damian's having a really, really hard time with it. he jumps in, torments himself over it, tries his best to get back up and win but. . it's not real. there's no winning. jon does give him time, however. he gives damian two run throughs, hand pressed over his mouth to stifle his own cries as damian gets stabbed, killed--he was only trying his best. damian didn't deserve this.

daiman doesn't deserve any of this.

he's angry; angry at damian's mother, angry at the clone who stabs him, angry at this whole thing, but jon knows he can't do anything about it. there's no way to fix something that's stuck on replay. why wasn't his dad there for him? clark--could have prevented this.

jon is going to do his best from preventing the memory itself from hurting him.

he takes a few steps forward, waits until he's close enough, then lurches forward, both arms moving to wrap around damian's midsection so he can drag him out of it. )

Damian--come on, this isn't helping!

[Damian was up again after that last stabbing. Another failure to fuel his hatred. The wound closes and things resting around him as he rises to his feet ready to start a new.] Mother! COME OUT THIS INSTA--HNGH! [He feels something yank him back, dragging him away. His Robin gear and sword melting away as he was forced out of the replay.]

NO! Stop! [He snarls, elbowing what's holding him, struggling to pull away.] I have him! She is watching! She will come out! YOU WILL MOTHER! FACE ME! [He starts to scream at the replay, continuing his futile struggle against Jon's hold. He knew it was just a memory, but that didn't mean she wasn't here. Even if just a magical illusion... He wanted to see her. Needed to see her. This sick show she set up as a lesson for him. For Father, of course, she was watching! He grits his teeth, and let out an angry snarl when he felt a sting in his eyes that he didn't feel often.]

No. NO! Who fucking DARES--!

[Damian finally looks back to see what was snaring him.’ Jon?! Why was Jon doing this? Why was he here?! No, no. He didn't want him to see this. Didn't want anyone to see this. His greatest shame.] Get out! Why--Stop this! Let me go! I'm going to finish this! GET OUT! [He shouts, facing Jon now and hitting at him even if it was hurting himself more to do so than Jon, but the pain wasn't going to stop him. It never did.]

( damian's fist don't hurt him.

his skin's a bit too tough for something as weak as a human punch to hurt him. he--feels bad about it hurting damian, but. there's nothing jon can do about that. damian twists around in his arms to face him, and he just--moves his arms, wraps them tight around the very small robin's waist and picks him up as he holds him close, slowly walking him out of the room. )

Damian.

( his voice is hoarse when he speaks, keeps his tone quiet. ) You did the best that you could, I swear. You did everything in your power to stop him. You protected your dad, your family, but--you can't do anything else. You can't change what happens.

I'm really sorry. ( it hurts, to see damian this broken up about it. to hear him scream and struggle and hit trying to get loose of jon like this, but. ) But I'm not going to let you go.

( they're friends. and friends don't let friends do this to themselves. jon won't let damian hurt himself. not if he can stop it. )

FUCK OFF! [Damian screamed and lifted his legs to press his feet to the door and keep it closed. Jon couldn't back out if he couldn't open the door. No leaving. He was staying here. He had to--Had to--]

Just leave me. Why are you doing this? [He says hoarse and strained as he pushes at Kent's arms and face, trying to break from his iron grip. He hears Jon's words and at first, they don't seem to have any effect on him... but a broken little sound slips out of him.

A sob? A whine? It was hard to tell because the teen quickly covers it with a growl. He grit his teeth and his hand stop pushing, only gripping tightly where they rest on Jon's arms and hair.]

Just leave you fucking abom-- [Another sob slips past his gritted teeth. Closing his eyes tightly his forehead presses to Jon's and he let out a scream of frustration and pain as some tears start to roll down his cheeks. Suddenly he threw his arms around Jon's neck and buried his face in the boy's neck. His shoulders shaking as he tries to keep his cries silent.]

( damian lifts his legs in protest, and it takes jon—two seconds to realize exactly what he’s trying to accomplish, here. his tiny, human limbs can’t do anything against jon—but jon is sure damian realizes that. still, he wouldn’t ever want to hurt him, which is why he does stop. pauses in place, keeps his grip on damian firm and his eyes focused straight on the struggling boy he’s carrying.

and he doesn’t finish that word, abomination, but it hurts all the same. he has to remember that damian is upset, he doesn’t mean any of it. he’s hurt, screaming and yelling and crying and as much as damian screaming at him like this hurts jon—he’s sure all of it hurts damian even worse.

arms wrap around his neck and jon releases the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, shifts his grip to hold onto damian at his waist with one arm, while the other moves to pull the door open. it’s two steps out of the threshold before jon lets himself drop onto the ground, still holding damian in his arm, and pushes his body back with his heels until his back is firmly planted against the door.

just in case someone decides to get adventurous and try to get back into the room. once he’s no longer holding damian up, jon moves that hand at his waist up, gently rubs at his back. ) It’s okay, Damian. It’s over. You’re safe. He’s not going to hurt you, or anyone else, I’m sure.

[Which is exactly why Damian did it. A part of him knowing Kent wouldn’t hurt him if he could prevent it. Which was saying a lot considering Damian assumed everyone was out to hurt everyone. He curses at him, screams and berates the Super but he knew he couldn’t stop him, just like he couldn’t stop his brother. Just like he couldn’t stop his mother.] No, no--Jon! [Of course he tries for the door again, but Jon is like a 100 ton weight and even just one of the boy's arms around his waist was like a steel trap. He gives a half hearted strain before collapsing on Jon with a shaky breath and hiding his face back in the boy’s shoulder. He let out a soft kneel and grips at Jon's hoodie, tugging on it.]

I hate you! You stupid-- Just-- I-- [The words are pushed out between shaking breaths, broken sob and small hiccups. He was trying so hard to muster up insults even in his misery, but then something Jon says sparks new venom in Damian’s veins.]

N-no, don’t you dare b-blame him! [It wasn't his fault. After saving his clone brothers, Damian understood the extent of which that mother had broken them. Used them... and that like him, they all just wanted mother's approval.] I-It--He was just doing what she wanted! Only for her to later kill him to! [He punched the door.] She killed them all! You black hearted BITCH!

Edited 2017-10-30 16:32 (UTC)

I'm sorry, I misunderstood. ( despite damian's voice breaking, his screaming and kicking and punching--jon does his best to keep his own voice even. he tries to do what his dad would do, if he was here, dealing with damian like this. keep calm, try and calm the person who's upset down.

it's hard, when his best friend who is usually the rational one of the two of them is cursing and screaming and punching doors. but damian's upset, and their parents aren't here--and he doesn't know how close damian and the older titans are. jon takes a deep breath in, moves a hand up to gently thread his fingers through damian's hair; his mother would always comb through his when he was upset. maybe it'll help damian, too. when he speaks again, his voice shakes a little--but he tries his best to hide it. ) I--I'm so sorry, Damian. I can't even imagine how much that must hurt. ( another breath in, and jon tightens his grip on damian just a bit, closes his eyes. )

I'm sorry she hurt you, hurt them. ( even if he's not certain to what extent. damian is sobbing, so it must have been absolutely awful. ) But this isn't going to help anyone. When we get back home, maybe--maybe there's something we can do. If she shows up here? We'll take care of it. You and me. I'll do whatever you want, okay?

( jon won't. there are things he'd never push. steps he'd never take, but he's trying to help. ) You can cry if you want. Scream. We can go to the roof, or outside, where no one'll hear you. But going back in there's only gonna hurt you, and I won't let you hurt yourself.

[Taking deep breaths, the strokes to his hair did seem to pull him back. Jon's calm voice breaking through the rage, pain and broken sobs. He has his eyes closed, resting his forehead against the other boy’s who for whatever reason was still here. Even after all Damian said and did, what he'd seen in that room, Jon was still here. Apologizing to him for what she did and making him promises to protect him and other stuff they both knew Jon would never do, even to someone as deserving as Talia al Ghul. Suppose the boy was getting desperate to make Damian listen. He swallows back another sob, trying hard to make the tears just stop, but once one got started, it was hard to stop.

He didn’t need protecting and if Talia returns again, he'd be more prepared. He'd stop her just as he did when Grandfather came for him on his 13th birthday. Still, in a time of so much change and uncertainty, to have Jon there solid and unmoving was annoying, but he didn’t think he could come back at all if he wasn't here. This had to stop.

He opens his eyes finally. Tearful, hurt and angry, they look past Jon, at the door once more. He knew everything Jon said was true, but he just couldn’t think rationally right now. Not when just this piece of wood was separating him from his living nightmare. He had to get away. Eyes finally move back to focus on Jon's own.]

Get me out of here. [He orders lowly, managing to get his voice steady enough to say it. He doesn’t care where, but he knows he needs to go.]

Edited 2017-10-31 04:55 (UTC)

( he got damian to snap out of it, which is what was important. and empty promises they may be, but jon certainly means them when he's saying them. he wouldn't be able to say them if he hadn't, with the truth event intermingled with the memories. jon is more than willing to do what it takes to get damian back. he'll do whatever damian wants, until damian pushes it too far. which of course, damian usually does.

another deep breath in, and jon nods his head, rolls his weight forward to get onto his knees and moves his arm back around damian's waist, holding onto him tight to keep him from falling as he picks him back up. it'd be a little awkward given damian is just barely shorter than him, but jon's superior strength more than makes up for it. ) Okay. To the roof.

( his other arm moves under damian's knees, shifts him into a bridal carry to keep his legs from dragging before he's taking off, running at full speed towards the stairs and up them. it's only once he's gotten up through the door, up towards the ledge that leans over the garden's maze that he stops and drops back down.

sits on the ledge still holding onto damian. jon's grip is noticeably looser once he's down, though; he's not holding onto him to restrain him, just holding onto him to keep damian from falling. if damian moves, jon's more than happy to let go of him if that's what he wants. but if he doesn't move away, jon will just go back to stroking his hair. )

[Damian thought to tell Jon he could walk just fine, but this was much faster. He held onto Jon's neck and closes his eyes as he speeds off. So little faith in him Kent. He let Jon hold him a bit longer, stroke his hair... comfort him like no one but Grayson ever did. Then suddenly he moves to sit next to Jon rather than in his lap, but...holds lightly to Jon's hand. He looks down, taking a deep breath for some much-needed air, then lets out a scream of pure rage that he'd been holding in since all of this started.

...That... that felt better. He drops his head and takes a few more deep breaths once he's done. The tears coming to a stop, for the most part, wetness rimming his eyes, but letting it out seeming to have somewhat helped. He keeps his head down, not bothering to explain himself, not like he did explain his actions much anyway.]

Edited 2017-10-31 07:49 (UTC)

( yeah see, that's better. jon remembers when he used to scream and stomp and throw a giant fit whenever he got angry--but it did always make him feel better in the end. being able to let out all that rage by yelling, by putting as much pressure behind putting each foot on the ground as he possibly good. sadly--gaining enhanced strength and vocal chords means that jon can't do that anymore; his screams break windows, his stomping could cause earthquakes if he's not careful.

but he's happy damian could get it all out. damian grabs onto his hand, and jon squeezes his fingers gently, swings his legs out off the ledge and gives damian a moment to just. calm himself down. he probably needs it. jon can't even imagine how awful that must have felt--dying like that, having his mother tell--whatever that guy was to do it. her not saving him. getting shot with arrows several time, then stabbed through the heart. he wants to ask damian how he's even alive, but--damian probably doesn't want to share, and that's fine.

instead, he turns his head towards damian, gives him a gentle smile, and asks: ) Would sparring help? ( since damian enjoys violence so much. ) Or we can go get ice cream and oreos. Those always make me feel better.

[Their fingers lace and he just lets it happen. He's never been big on physical contact, but right now he isn't looking to protest. With the event, he couldn't really keep his secrets, but Jon doesn't question him further about that room. Instead, he's suggesting stuff.

Kaplan did mention something about frozen dairy products being used as comfort food. He wasn't sure if Oreos were on that list but, he didn't hate them... but he did know violence always helps for sure.]

Both... [What can he say? He likes to have it all.]

Edited 2017-10-31 08:25 (UTC)

4th floor, room 48 CW, Child abuse and murder.

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