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

[bravejemma]

[Jemma hadn't seen what was behind his door -- but she had heard it, and it didn't take geniuses of their caliber to guess what was occurring in there. And of course she felt terrible about it, and her knowledge of it, but it's still on the periphery of her mind. She doesn't look up to answer.]

Did you look in mine?

[hypoxic]

[It seems silly to be defined by a little childhood squabbling. It's hardly the sort of end-of-the-world issues haunting most people. People had much more intimate and life-changing traumas to deal with, and theirs managed to not be quite so loud about it.]

I saw a bit of it. It looked private, though. Didn't want to pry very hard.

[bravejemma]

[Maybe so, maybe no, but it colored Fitz for a lifetime and that's enough to make it important to Jemma.]

If you saw a bit, it should have been obvious enough what was happening. Where it was. Who was there.

[She cringes as it leaves her mouth and she can't stop it.]

[hypoxic]

I saw him, if that's what you're asking. Though I'm not sure why you're asking. Do you want to talk about how perfect he is?

[They've had this talk at home. Fitz already pulled the receipts. He knows more than he wants to know, about everything.]

[bravejemma]

Of course not!

I suppose I must know how much I have to apologize for this time, ridiculous as it is.

[It's the strange thing about being from the different points in the timeline. He knows things, has had conversations that she has not, and there's a thousand small intricacies in all that knowledge that she can't possibly know.]

[hypoxic]

[None of that made any sense at all, actually. He stares at her for a moment.]

I'm... Not sure what you meant. Could you rephrase that a bit? [Why would she apologize for any of it?]

[bravejemma]

[The compulsion to say things she never would otherwise is a truly nasty thing, and she doesn't like it. But she doesn't get to opt out, either.]

Being jealous is as ridiculous as it is needless, especially now.

[See that sword in her icon? Please just take it and stab her with it thanks a bunch.]

[hypoxic]

[He's still not getting it. Is this a metaphor? Jemma knows how much he hates those.]

Are you jealous? Of what? [And it should stay a silent frustration, but:] It would be easier on the both of us if you'd just say what you mean for once in your life.

[bravejemma]

At the moment? Your complete obliviousness.

[Seriously. Must be nice.]

There's no reason to be jealous of Will. He's dead anyway, right?

[hypoxic]

[ She always wants to talk about these things when it's absolutely the worst time to talk about these things. But she brings up the idea of Will and his death, and his jaw sets. Is she trying to pick a fight right now?]

Has Daisy said something to you?

[ she's the one who said Will doesn't make it out alive. Fitz still isn't sure he believes her. ]

[bravejemma]

Daisy hasn't said anything. But he must be, or at least you must think so, because I can't imagine I could have gotten you to touch me since you came back otherwise.

[Wow could she die now please. She's not trying to pick a fight, but it seems to be happening anyway. She can't seem to stop.]

[hypoxic]

[He shrinks away at that.]

Then perhaps I'm a better person in your imagination. I've always known this won't be permanent.

[bravejemma]

You know I think you're amazing.

[If she sounds miserable, it's because she's failing utterly in backtracking or making anything better. Her mouth opens and it gets worse.]

But I also think you think you don't compare and that you don't know what that day did to me.

[She frowns heavily, staring at the table in front of her.]

Or maybe you do, and just don't think it mattered. I don't know.

[hypoxic]

I know that while we were planning to bring him home, I asked you if you loved him. And I heard what you said then. And I know what I did after.

I'm not a good person, Jemma. As much as I want to be? I know that he's the one for you. I've always been ready to step aside when he returns.

[bravejemma]

I don't know what I said, or what I was thinking when I did, or how I felt. I don't remember, it's not in my memory.

[She puts her face in her hands. She feels like crying, though there's hardly enough left in her to do anything more than sigh heavily and wish, for the millionth time, that stupid lock on the cage had never broken, she'd never been whisked away to that hell planet, or she'd even died of thirst or hunger or exposure or drowned in that watering hole.]

I don't know what I can do to make you know you're not second place, Fitz.

[hypoxic]

You're just mixed up. It's been a long time since you've seen him. And that's fine. We can talk about it more when we've had a chance to save him. It's not fair to put you in the position where you have to choose. I'm not going to fight about it. I was never going to cause problems.

[bravejemma]

Don't tell me I'm mixed up.

[hypoxic]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose. She is definitely picking a fight.]

I can't quite bring myself to give out insincere apologies at the moment, but I do wish you wouldn't try so hard to cause a fuss. Are you upset that it's been a while since the last time we had a row?

[bravejemma]

[Jemma stood quite suddenly, sending the wheeled chair back behind her as she turned and made for the door, barely pausing to open it all the way before slipping out. Nothing she said was landing the way she wanted it to, and if she'd started it, it only seemed fair that she end it in the only way she could think to that wouldn't make things worse.]

[hypoxic]

[Wait what. What.]

Jemma...?