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

Raymond Reddington--Open--8th Floor room 200 and 8th Floor Hallway

[suspense_kills_me]

[Eighth Floor Room 200]

[Red opens his door, expecting to find the same interior as he’d become accustomed to, his apartment in Maryland. Instead he saw the worst day of his life, Elizabeth’s second wedding.
He understood why he wasn’t invited, he shouldn’t have been. But when there was a threat on her life, he crashed the wedding. He had to, he made a promise to himself to keep her safe.

The ensuing gun fight and complications during the birth of Elizabeth’s daughter, Agnes, turned what should have been a happy day into one of the worst 24 hour spans of his life, and for a man who spent months in south east asian prisons, sleeping in caves, and any number of things most people can’t even fathom, that says a lot.

None of that prepared him for watching his daughter die, minutes after becoming a mother herself.]

[Eighth Floor Hallway]

[He knows what happened. Elizabeth’s death was manufactured. Kate Kaplan did it, to keep Elizabeth safe. She hadn’t, and instead elected to betray Red’s trust. He made her pay for that and Elizabeth and Agnes were safe for now.

That knowledge doesn’t change how he feels watching Elizabeth lying there in that ambulance, and the scotch he’s drinking does little to make the feelings go away. Then again he didn’t expect it to. The opium den he went to after all of this happened the first time hadn’t helped much either.

Thinking about it now, he’s surprised Wonderland doesn’t have one of those, all things considered.]

[mr_englishguy]

[The door is just barely closing as Newt comes upon Raymond. He himself doesn't look entirely well, a bit pale and even more glum that he might normally look.]

Are you... uhmmm... no one's okay today, are they?

[suspense_kills_me]

No, I doubt anyone is, especially if everyone's rooms hold something like mine does.

[From the looks of things, whatever was behind the door to Newt's room was just as terrible as his.]

Alice wasn't kidding, was she?

[mr_englishguy]

Mine was ... I don't think as horrible as some. And I didn't die this time, which makes it a bit better. That's lucky for me, not everyone.

[Because he's already talked to some who did die in those visions, and relived it. At least he'd forgone though.]

No, she wasn't at all. I'm sorry you had to go through whatever that was. Again.

[suspense_kills_me]

I died once in Marrakesh Two and a half minutes, though I imagine deaths here are nothing like the way back home.

[From Red's tone, whatever his room hid was worse than whatever caused him to actually die.]

I watched my daughter die, minutes after becoming a mother herself. I know now that she's fine, but the feelings from that moment. [He shakes his head.]

[mr_englishguy]

It depends on how you died. Coming back is easier than the deaths.

[Part of him thinks if he keeps talking about it, he'll stop having nightmares about it.]

Oh. Dear. Oh. I'm so sorry. This place... [He shakes his head.]

[suspense_kills_me]

It was in Marrakesh as well. About six hours later was when the problems set in. How bad was yours?

[He nods slightly.]

It was the most terrible moment of my life, and considering the one I've lived? That says a lot.

[mr_englishguy]

I... I drown in my first event here. The mansion flooded with water, and I lost my wand and got flustered and next thing I knew, it was the next day and I was having trouble speaking for a few days but that seemed to have cleared up.

[It's never easy talking about it, even if Newt tries to pretend otherwise, even with his dropped gaze and avoiding eye contact. Not that either is unusual.]

I'm so sorry you've been through all you have. I truly am.

[suspense_kills_me]

Drowning is not a good way to go from what I've gathered. It almost happened to me, after being stung by a lion fish. If it wasn't for the kindness of a woman, I wouldn't be standing here today.

[Dying or almost dying is never easy to talk about.]

Most of it is my own making, I'm used to it for the most part, but watching Elizabeth like that, it's something I can't stand to see ever again.

[mr_englishguy]

Oh. My. I'm so sorry you've been through that. It was fairly horrific, but because of this place I've survived. All I can keep doing it surviving, to keep going on.

[Which is how he looks at so many things, even before Wonderland.]

Many say that events that happens here only repeat once. If that's true, then you're likely not to encounter it again as you have.

[suspense_kills_me]

Isn't that the way it is with everything?

[It's been that way for Red for a very long time.]

That's something at least. Replaying that day is not something I want to go through again.

[mr_englishguy]

Then we should find a place away from it all, perhaps find some fire whiskey from a public closet, and avoid the rest of this as much as Wonderland might let us.

At least that sounds the best to me.

[suspense_kills_me]

I just need another glass.

[Which he procures from one of the nearby public closets and pours Newt a drink.]

It's not the best I've had but, it's better than nothing.

[beautifullies]

[ Claire's had to leave her room, she can't stand seeing herself cowering on the battlefield, and she can't watch Jamie suffer any longer either. She has to get out of that space so she does, wandering the mansion not at all concentrating on where she's going, just wandering. When she comes upon Mr. Reddington and his scotch, however, she pauses and looks at him, letting out a breath. ]

Would you be willing to share your spirits?

[ Asked as she gestures toward the bottle. ]

[suspense_kills_me]

Certainly.

[Red procures a second glass from the closet, and a second bottle while he's at it. At this rate, he figured there would be a number of residents trying to forget what happened in their rooms. He pours Claire a drink, joining her again.]

What was behind your door?

[beautifullies]

[ Claire sits with him and lets out a soft breath. ]

War. World War Two. But my husband's memory is there too, and I can't bear it. Both of ours combined is too much.

[ She doesn't want to discuss her husband's memory, the torture at the hands of Black Jack. Taking the drink with thanks she takes a large swallow, closing her eyes and letting out a breath. ]

And yours?

[suspense_kills_me]

Behind mine? The day my daughter died. [He sighs] It wasn't real. The whole thing was faked. It still feels real, even now.

[He downs the rest of his drink and pours another for himself.]

War is a terrible business....is your husband's about the war too?

[beautifullies]

[ Claire's shocked to hear that, and she only relaxes somewhat when he says it was fake. ][ God, she can't imagine. She can't even come close to imagining. But at his question she shakes her head. What happened to Jamie is his story to share, if he ever wants to, so she decides not to go into elaborate details. ]

No. He was captured by British red coats and his treatment was...

[ She hasn't lived it yet, so seeing herself sobbing as Jamie had to nail his own hand through a wooden table makes her feel ill. Downing what's in her glass in one shot, she holds it out for more, please. ]

It was unpleasant, to say the least.

[suspense_kills_me]

[Red's pours her second drink before actually thinking about what Claire actually said. By World War Two, British Uniforms were as far from red as possible.]

You were in the Second World War, and your husband was captured by British Redcoats? How is that possible?

[He hopes he heard her correctly and it wasn't the alcohol playing tricks on him.]

[beautifullies]

[ Even if she wanted to lie - which she doesn't - the truth can't be stopped. She might have formed her words a bit better so as not to be so blunt about it, but truths are truths. ]

I traveled back through time. From 1943 to the 18th century. I don't know how, it's about as explainable as how we all arrived in Wonderland, honestly.

[suspense_kills_me]

If I wasn't kidnapped into some bastardized version of a children's book, I'd tell you that's impossible. But since I have?

[He tilts his glass in Claire's direction, to say 'cheers']

Torture is always two things, very unpleasant and very personal.

[beautifullies]

It was personal.

[ She swallows thickly, refraining from taking a very large gulp of drink. ]

And I was made to watch, at least part of it. I haven't...actually lived through it yet. This happens in my husband's future.

[ To know it's coming and to be helpless to stop it is a hell of a thing. ]

[suspense_kills_me]

[Red nods]

Were they really torturing you or him? Most of the time, watching someone you love go through that kind of pain is more effective to get whatever they want out of you.

Though I do hope something changes and you are able to stop it...watching that is awful.

[beautifullies]

Oh, it was him. I was...attempting to rescue Jamie an everything went..wrong.

[ She lets out a soft breath, and down goes more of the drink. ]

I hate being from his past knowing that at the moment I'm from, I'm looking forward to our future. But from his perspective, he's just...

[ Claire pauses, forehead creasing. ]

Just lost me.

[suspense_kills_me]

Things going sideways is always a risk with rescues, I know that better than most people here, I imagine.

[Why he said that is beyond him.]

How did he lose you?

[It's time travel, anything could happen really. And being here probably makes any time related issues even worse.]