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

R

[keephersafe]

FLOOR 01; ROOM 11

[keephersafe]

[The scene is fuzzy around the edges, like something half forgotten.

A youngster with short, dark hair stands at the edge of a cafeteria room, watching the comings and goings of those around him. The boy looks remarkably like R, but he is most certainly alive. Living and breathing, but with a certain... nothingness in the eyes as he observes. Nearby, a woman with dark hair and eyes just like his is serving food to a group of bedraggled-looking people standing in a line. They shuffle along, some with their heads down and some making idle small-talk and a low hum of activity covers the entire room.

Around the teenager, though, everything is quiet. Like the eye of a storm he stands there, waiting, making no movement as a sudden scuffle breaks out behind the serving line. There are shouts, then several people scream as the dark-haired woman is stabbed through the neck with a potato peeler.

Blood sprays as she falls to the ground. People run to help as her assailant is dragged away, but they're too late.

She dies, with her eyes turned in the direction of her son, and the boy makes no reaction. He only briefly draws his lower lip in between his teeth, bites it lightly, then turns and leaves the building.

R stays and watches this memory playing over and over again. He recognises himself, but he doesn't know where this is, or who the woman is, or what any of this means. While he sits there he has no idea that people are experiencing memories, or that this is one of his - a part of his past that he can no longer remember. Part of his life that the plague took from him the moment he was bitten. If anyone notices he's missing, they'll find him sitting with his back to the wall beside the door of his room, just watching.]

OUT AND ABOUT

[keephersafe]

[When he finally leaves the room - or is extracted from it - he finds a spot in the entrance hall and doesn't move from it. R doesn't need to sleep, and he isn't interested in eating, and save for the fidgeting of his hands in front of his lap he looks unsettlingly like a corpse. A fidgety, obviously disturbed corpse, but certainly a corpse.

He doesn't react much to what's going on around him, save for if someone comes close. If they do, he looks up quickly and flicks his eyes up and down as if scanning them for weapons. He might say nothing, or he might mutter a 'hey' at the end of a softly wheezing sigh. By then, he's worked out that everyone is seeing memories... so why can't he remember what he saw?]

gonna poke the zombie!

[shslliar]

[It's late, Kokichi runs back in from outside. If he hadn't duct taped his mouth, he'd be panting and breathing heavily...]

[Poor guy must have seen something horrible.]

[Look, there's the guy from the beach. That gets the boy to calm down a bit, but... Why isn't his acquaintance moving? Is he still alive?]

[... Kokichi creeps up on R and pokes his shoulder.]

eyyyy

[keephersafe]

[R isn't really expecting to be disturbed. When he's trying to hide himself away like this, people tend to ignore him and he doesn't really find it all that surprising.

He doesn't have the kind of appearance that attracts people.

But then his shoulder is touched and he flinches, head snapping around to the hand hovering near his arm. He looks up quickly, finding a vaguely familiar face, but... why does he have tape over his mouth?]

Uh... h-hey.

[shslliar]

[Oh, good! The guy's still alive! Kokichi waves in greeting.]

[keephersafe]

[... wave?]

Why... do you have the... [Tape on your mouth? He makes a small gesture at his own face.]

[shslliar]

[He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows you this text post.]

[keephersafe]

[To his credit, he does try, but the words just swim and flicker like they always do. He shakes his head.]

Can't read.

[shslliar]

[GROAN.]

[His arm drops and he glares at the zombie with contempt. How the heck does a guy your age not know how to read?!]

[keephersafe]

[Shrug!?!?!]

Used to know.

[But he forgot. Like he forgot a lot of other things.]

[shslliar]

[You get a very annoyed glare from a very annoyed teen.]

[Hey at least he won't have to say anything.]

[keephersafe]

[... Shrug?]

S-sorry.

[shslliar]

[That's all you gonna do? Shrug?]

[sonofab]

[Damian has seen his fair share of corpses during his years of patrol and well, assassination. Even seeing them move wasn't too much of a surprise. A body did tend to twitch when it was freshly killed...but they usually didn't look so pale until they grew colder.

He pauses his stride and stares a moment with a frown. People dying in Wonderland wasn't a surprise, but he was under the impression that this wasn't that kind of event. "Hey." ...Did the corpse just talk? Okay, he jumps a bit at that, leaning back.]

Tt! Are you ill? I thought you were dead... [And he kinda still does.]

[keephersafe]

... I am dead.

[R sighs out, then immediately pulls a face and knocks his head lightly against the wall behind him. Movement pulls animation and a facsimile of life into his body and he blinks, taking a breath he doesn't need simply for the sake of sighing while he straightens his posture and looks up at the boy.

He shrugs.]

D.. don't worry. [Sitting down for so long has left him feeling more than a little stiff, and he looks visibly uncomfortable as he eases himself up to his feet.] Not dangerous.

[sonofab]

[He's...dead? Is that something depressed teenagers say? No, with the truth gripping all the residence the guy couldn't really say he was dead if he wasn't... He backs up as the boy stands. His movements stiff and speech seems slow. Was he hurt? He didn't think this was that kind of event.]

Dangerous? No offense but you doesn't seem very deadly. Just...dead. Which--... So I'm talking to a Zombie? [Yeah, sure that made sense. He's talked to walking skeletons here and goat monsters, talking raccoons, so why not a zombie?]

[keephersafe]

[He clarifies only because most people's reaction to a zombie tends to be to point a gun at it. Granted, he's met a surprising number of people here who actually treat him like a real person, but every new encounter is treated with the same level of wariness until he knows he can let his guard down. So far, he's avoided getting shot. He'd like to keep it that way.]

Yeah.

[You're talking to a zombie. He tries to judge if Robin's reaction is something he should be worried about.]

[sonofab]

Huh... [Damian tilts his head, looking curious rather than afraid, but he's spoken to talking skeletons in this world and large goat monsters... all of which had been surprisingly friendly.]

Not really what I expected from a zombie.

[He does notice the searching look the creature is giving him.]

You say you're not dangerous... but you're looking at me like you want to bite. [He didn't have a gun. Damian wasn't really a guns person. He'd likely go for decapitation or a stab through the spinal cord, but lucky for you he isn't looking for any zombies to slay tonight... or any night really. You're the first he's met.]

[keephersafe]

I-I'm not.

[R is quick to protest, because he really, really has no interest in taking a bite out of this kid and if that's the impression he's giving then he should probably make some effort to rearrange his face. He takes a small step back as if to make his point and pushes his hands deep into his pockets. Despite his height and slightly disturbing appearance, he manages to look entirely awkward.

Damian might be fast, but so is he. If he lost his grip on his control and really wanted to bite him--.]

I-if I was g... going to... w-would have already.

[Not... normally what he would have chosen to say, but it forces its way out around his notable speech impediment.]

[sonofab]

[Is might be the dead look then that seems a little hungry but when the boy shrinks back, moving his hands into his pocket, it gives him a distinctly more timid look. This could obviously be a facade, but unless he attacks Damian will keep calm as well.

He raises a brow though at his words. A challenge perhaps?]

Kinda cocky for a dead guy. [He smirked and folded his arms. Though he supposed if one was already dead, how much more was there to lose?]

[He died once too but didn't stay dead, so he was pretty sure he didn't qualify as a Zombie. No matter how many poor jokes Todd made about them being the Zombie Robins.]

So you've found a way to curb your thirst for flesh? How'd you manage that?

[keephersafe]

[Shrug.

R isn't usually what one would call cocky - he's normally too timid for that - but he knows he has a less patient side, and a more vicious side, and as the months wear on and he is still being assumed to be some kind of brainless flesh-eater...

Let's just say it's getting old.]

... A friend.

[Really, he'd rather not say more. There is no reality in which he wants to tell anyone what Liv is, or the manner in which she's been helping.]

[mulletrock]

Eyes off the merchandise, half-baked.

[Being high is the least of his concerns. Dean's halfway sure this kid's some kind of revenant, and scanning him to see what he's holding doesn't make him feel any better about him. That doesn't mean Dean's itching to go for his glock. This place did enough killing on its own.]

For somebody trying to stay under the radar, you're doing a piss-poor job of blending in.

[keephersafe]

Uh.

['Is this guy serious? Who talks like that?'

R has grown used to that look - the 'is this guy going to bite me' look - and it baffles him entirely that no one seems to think that if he wanted to bite anyone, he would definitely have done it already. Hungry zombies don't wait their turn.

He visibly rolls his eyes at the comment, however. Really? When he moves, he looks a lot less dead. It's the sitting still that's the problem.]

H-how about you... look like me... and try blending in.