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

[cisskabob]

[It's not that different than what happened next on that night in the woods, really. Once she'd cried herself out and Kon had cleaned up the mess she'd made, he had come for her, scooped her up and carried her off to Cassie's.

She's been in there too long, watching and reliving it all more times than she should have (once was too many times). When Kon pulls her into his arms, at first she doesn't realize she's not still trapped in her memory; there's a delay between hearing him and realizing what he's said. She blinks at him. His old costume. This is not part of her memory, it's happening now. Kon's real. His hair is different. These are the things Cissie focuses on, the things she uses to pull herself back to the present.]

...Okay. [It's the best she can do, but it's more than she managed to say for hours, that day. She has to answer Kon, because she doesn't want to do that to him again. She wants to tell him that she liked his old costume, that she sometimes misses that silly leather jacket. The problem is that as soon as she breaks her silence and says it, her eyes fill with tears and she can feel her self-control start to crumble. She tightens her grip around his neck and presses her face into his shoulder, letting him carry her out of her room and away from the sounds of her memory beginning to start over on a new loop behind them.]

[cloned]

[He pushes off, flying with all speed and keeping her steady and safe with his TTK forcefield as he pulls her out of that room and speeds to the nearest tea room. He doesn't say anything. He just holds her and lets her cry.

They should probably talk about it. But there'll be time for that. She can let out everything she's been holding in first.]

[cisskabob]

[It's a while before she stops crying. Sorry about that, Kon. She thought she was cried out, before he showed up, but apparently that's not the case. Eventually the crying slows again, and this time she's just plan exhausted. This time, Kon is there with her, and leaning against him while he holds her is... really nice. Comforting. She doesn't want to move, though she knows she should. He can't be comfortable, holding her like this for so long.

She gives a sigh, and reluctantly pulls back, wiping at her face.]

I'm sorry. I--you shouldn't have had to rescue me from that, again.

[cloned]

[He shakes his head, exhaling, as he keeps a hand on her back.]

Wonderland shouldn't have put you through that again. Rescuing you wasn't the problem. I'm just mad it happened at all.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie looks up at him, and feels... a lot. There's a lot she's feeling, in this moment, and it's almost overwhelming. He's so good. How can he look at her like that, defend her like that...]

How do you... How can you feel like that, when you saw what I did? Twice? When it happened and--again, now?

[cloned]

You think I've never made mistakes? Gotten close to killing someone because they'd hurt who I loved?

[He shakes his head, looking away.]

It's happened more times than I like to think about. I've never crossed that line. Doesn't mean I haven't been tempted.

[cisskabob]

[That confession is a surprise, and it's enough to snap Cissie out of her self pity and misery just a bit. To pull her out of her own guilt and self-hate enough to feel bad for making him share that. She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm.]

Kon... I'm sorry. I know you've made mistakes. You might be Super, but you're still a person. But... I didn't know. I'm sorry. But because I didn't know, and because you've had to feel that way.

[cloned]

[He smiles weakly, turning towards her.]

It's just... part of the job, you know? And it's not like I could ever do anything else. So just... have to live with it.

[cisskabob]

You could do anything you wanted. [She says it with conviction, because she believes it.] And--I mean, I know you've got a healthy ego, but do you really know how amazing you are? To feel like that, and to choose not to act on it, every day? As much as you do? [She shakes her head.] I can't. That's why I gave it up, and why I can't go back, because as much as it kills me to see things happen on tv... at least I'm not there, with a weapon in my hands. I don't have anything like that kind of self control.

[cloned]

Cissie....

[There's a softness to his voice. He put his arms around her again, this time less to comfort her and more just out of... appreciation.]

Everything I do requires self-control. I'm always afraid I'll hurt someone by accident.

[cisskabob]

[She gives him a fond smile.] But you don't hurt anyone. Because you have that self-control.

[cloned]

It's happened, though. [He leans his head against the top of hers.] Not recently. But when I was just getting started. I haven't always been careful.