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

[scoutsniper]

Don't. [ It's a little more insistent than he'd like. He'd told her what she'd see in his, he was right about this shitty event, and...he hated being right like this. But it meant she knew, she already knew. What did he have to hide from her? ]

Guess yours was pretty bad, too.

[livemoore]

The day I died. Over and over again.

[ She wonders, idly, how many people's memories are full of just that - death and pain. ]

I tried to change it so many times.

[scoutsniper]

Ah, shit. [That's not the most helpful thing to say, but that's the first thing that comes to mind. He lays a hand on top of hers, gently, not sure it's wanted. Sometimes, you want to curl up like a dead leaf around your own grief. But still, he could offer.]

I'm sorry, Liv

[livemoore]

[ Liv's hand turns over, so he can actually lace their fingers together. She needs this, the contact. ]

There's nothing to be sorry for. It's nothing like what you went through. What you're still going through.

[ How about that truth aspect? But she believes it. What's her death compared to his whole family? ]

[scoutsniper]

[For a moment, he squeezes her hand back, harder than he wanted to. Hard enough to hurt, then he forces his hand to loosen.]

It's not a fucking contest, Liv.

[livemoore]

[ She looks down at their hands then looks back at him, keeping herself right there, not moving away because who else has him like this? Who else wouldn't let go? ]

I know. I know that. But sometimes it feels like this place wants us all to try and pile on our pain, make it some kind of contest. Like we have to judge whose pain is the most horrible to live in for days at a time.

[scoutsniper]

Well, fuck this place. [He doesn't want to play by its shitty rules. ]

Liv, You can't pick what will crack your soul in half. Some of the hardest men lost it when they saw a dog run over. It doesn't mean anything. It means we're fucking human. That's all.

[livemoore]

[ He's right, she knows he is, and in all honesty, watching yourself die is no easy thing to go through. She can admit that at least. ]

Don't go back to your room. Stay out of it until this is over. Stay with me, here.

[scoutsniper]

...I can't promise that, Liv. I don't...what if other people get in there?

[It's less about his own secret being out there, but that...yeah, nobody wants to go through that.]

[livemoore]

Then sit outside of it but don't go in. I'll sit with you. For as long as this lasts, I'll stay with you.

[ To be sure he doesn't go in, to be sure he has someone. ]

[scoutsniper]

Liv. [She shouldn't set conditions on him, things he can't promise. ]

You don't have to. I'll be fine.

Fuck, I mean, I survived it the first time, right? [And that's a bad attempt at a joke.]

[livemoore]

You asked me to help you, to do whatever it takes. Maybe it just takes not leaving you alone.

[ She's clearly taking her promise seriously, and she squeezes his hand, resting her head against his shoulder now. ]

You asked.

[scoutsniper]

I don't want to drag you down with me, Liv. Forget what I made you promise. I had no fucking right.

[That said, it's not like he's moving anywhere right now, taking comfort from the cool hand in his.]

[livemoore]

Maybe I need this, too.

[ She says it in a rush, the truth coming out loud and clear. ]

Needing someone isn't just about you in this situation. And you had a right to ask a friend for help. Why do you think you didn't?

ahhhhhahh and he thought this truth thing wouldn't get to him lol

[scoutsniper]

....

[She could not have surprised him more if she'd slapped him. ]

Liv. [Shit. Fuck. A bunch of bad words he can't even think straight right now.]

Because I've got nothing to offer, especially not someone like you, Liv.

u thought u were better than the event, bud

[livemoore]

[ She's just not thinking and reaches out to take his face in her hands, looking at him, close to him as she lets his words settle in, not accepting them. ]

That's up to me to decide, and you make me feel safe. Like I can be okay here without hiding because I have you. Because you have me.

he totally did

[scoutsniper]

[He tries to turn his face, to drop his eyes, but hers hold his, insistently. ]

You deserve better than 'okay'.

[livemoore]

What I deserve isn't up to you, is it?

[ Tell the damn truth, Frank. ]

[scoutsniper]

[Is it too late to go back to his room and live out the memory a few thousand more times. It would be slightly less awkward than this. And less painful, too.]

No.

No, it's not.

[livemoore]

[ Lightly, now, her forehead presses against his and she closes her eyes. ]

I don't wanna be alone. And I can't go back to my room either. I keep...trying to save myself, and I can't. Every time, I still become...this.

[scoutsniper]

There's nothing wrong with this, Liv.

[Sit with some of that truth, Liv. As far as Frank's concerned, there's not a goddam thing wrong with her: she's smart, she's funny, she's sweet, she's...better than 98% of the people Frank's ever met.]

But we don't have to go back to your room. Okay?

[livemoore]

[ The relief that floods through her is palpable, her entire body sagging as she relaxes, nodding. They won't be alone because they'll have each other. And she doesn't have to see the accident again. He doesn't have to stay stuck in a horrific loop. ]

I wanted you here. With me.

[ She should not be telling so much truth. ]

[scoutsniper]

I'm here.

[In all the ways that matter, he hopes.] . We don't have to go anywhere. We can just stay here till it's over.

[livemoore]

Thanks. And for the coffee, too. You remembered the hot sauce.

[ She smiles just a little at that, pretty pleased he remembered the details. ]

[scoutsniper]

I thought it could help. [Not the hot sauce, because, eurgh. ] It's not like it was hard to do, Liv. [It's not like climbing a mountain or anything. It was just...putting hot sauce in coffee.]