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

Elsewhere | OTA

[morethan084]

[This wasn't just happening to a select few. This was happening to everyone and it didn't take long for Daisy to realize that everyone was experiencing the worst memories of their lives. It only seems to be happening in their rooms though, which is why people have taken elsewhere to rest or do anything to distract themselves from having to relive those memories again.

Daisy has checked in on some people to see how they were doing, but also respected that they might want some time alone. Daisy never really opened up about how this affected her with her team back home, and they never pushed to talk about it either. Using the fitness center as a means to not just get in a work out, but to also distract herself. Daisy is there for a while, practically punching a hole in the punching bag.

Unsurprisingly she frequented the kitchen and the coffee shop because God knows she wasn't going to get any sleep. When she wasn't there she might be seen around comforting people to the best of her ability. After all there was only so much she could do for them. The bar seemed to be a hot spot for a lot people too. Daisy being one of them. This event was definitely up there as far as one of the worst. Actually. No. This was the worst one for her so far.]

Bar

[outstandingbalance]

[It's not that Natasha has anything against drinking alone. She came down to the bar with every intention of drinking alone, probably in some quiet corner while she relives the memory replaying in her room all on her own.

But turns out she doesn't so much care for it, not after a couple of drinks and enough pondering to leave her morose and tired.

She puts on a better face to look for company. Not really a smile. Not even her normal professional mask—maybe that counts as lying too? But she does rally enough to convince herself that they'll get through this.]

This seat taken? [Glancing at the one next to Daisy.] If I'm going to have another beer, I could use a distraction.

[And she's definitely going to have another beer.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy lowers the glass from her lips when she spotted someone hovering near her out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, Daisy's lips curve into a very weak smile.]

Go for it.

I needed something stronger than beer.

[Daisy moved her glass towards Natasha.]

If you want to try it.

[It was apricot brandy. Daisy figured whatever Natasha had seen must have been bad. Considering what their jobs were back home, you saw a lot of things.]

[outstandingbalance]

Don't blame you.

[Natasha tips her head in a silent thanks, and gives it a try. She's not unfamiliar with the taste, though it's not what she would have picked.

She smiles as she pushes it back.]

Yes. That is definitely stronger than beer. Is it working?

[morethan084]

[Resting her elbow on the bar top, Daisy has the side of her face cupped in her hand as she watches Natasha take a sip of her drink.

Reaching for it when she pushes it back, Daisy lets out a bitter laugh.]

No. Not really.

[Tilting her face into her hand, Daisy pressed her palm into her eye in an attempt to keep from crying.]

You're Russian and you're drinking beer?

[outstandingbalance]

I haven't been Russian in a while. Guess I'm losing my touch.

[It's a joke, but a strange thing to say when it's also true. Natasha rolls her shoulders a little, not liking the way honesty sits with her.]

But it's something, and I guess I'm afraid what might come out if I manage to actually get drunk.

[That's worse.]

[morethan084]

Probably not a bad idea.

[Except she has no intentions of stopping herself right now. Looking over at Natasha Daisy gave a weak smile.]

Maybe I should just stick by you until I'm sober again.

[outstandingbalance]

Any secrets you happen to let slip are safe with me. At least, once this whole oversharing business passes.

[Wryly, her own smile self-deprecating. Some spy, stuck telling the truth.]

[morethan084]

That's not really comforting right now, but, thanks.

[At some point they all had to sleep, although she's not sure how that will work out. Maybe sleeping bags, or producing mattresses from the working closets?]

Promise I won't ask any personal questions. Unless you do, then the gloves are off.

[outstandingbalance]

Believe me, I have been doing my best to avoid just that. Under the circumstances, I can't make any promises but believe me... I'm trying.

[Natasha doesn't want to get personal anymore than Daisy.]

So safe topics? How did you get into brandy?

[morethan084]

This is just like truth serum times a thousand. I feel like a ticking time bomb and one question is just going to set me off.

[Shut. Up.]

Safe topics are good, and, honestly? I'm not. It's strong, that's pretty much all I care about right now.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha will just have to avoid that question. At least she'll do her best.]

That's an interesting choice for strong. It works, though. It definitely works.

[Natasha takes a sip of her beer, feeling only a little safer for it.]

Is it working?

[morethan084]

I just took what they gave me.

[They being the 'bartenders' running this place.]

Not really, but, it's better than being in my room right now.

[She is feeling pretty tipsy though, so that was something. Not that it helped to push the memories back very much.]

So how come you're here? Since you're not really up for getting drunk.

[outstandingbalance]

I don't doubt that. [Everyone here has something. Natasha doesn't for a moment imagine hers is uniquely awful.]

Like you said, my room isn't an option. And I had to be somewhere.

[Natasha shakes her head and takes a deep drink of her beer.]

And I might not be getting drunk, but it doesn't mean I'm not getting something.
Sober seems even worse than drunk.

I'm working the grey area here.

[morethan084]

Yeah I think I'm past that grey area right now.

[Especially with how heavily she's leaning into the counter on her side. She doesn't really care right now about that.]

Should probably get some fresh air though. You wanna come?

[Oh it's going to be fun when she finally stands up.]

[outstandingbalance]

There's a good argument to be made for going past that grey area.

[Natasha stands as well, smoothing her jacket over her hips.]

I could use a walk, if you don't mind the company.

[morethan084]

Whole reason I asked.

[Getting off the stool, Daisy took a moment to adjust to actually standing before she started to make her way out of the bar. She looks a little stiff in her gait as she's trying to walk without tilting to one side. Yeah, she should probably stop drinking for a while.]

I've always wanted to know. Is that your actual hair color?

[outstandingbalance]

Give or take a little fine tuning. It comes in handy to change it up, but not so much that roots are going to look suspicious.

[Natasha clears her throat.]

That's one way to take advantage of the situation. I won't hold that one against you, though.

[morethan084]

Oh.

[She had almost forgotten that literally anything, as small as it was, would make someone spill the truth.]

I actually didn't mean to do that.

[Over correcting herself when she nearly tripped over her foot, Daisy leaned into the wall for a second. Letting out a weak laugh Daisy pushed herself back upright fully.]

Red hair isn't exactly subtle, but I'm sure you know that. It's nice. I like it.

[outstandingbalance]

Calling card? It's not subtle, but you don't build a reputation if know one knows what you've done.

[And there was a point in Natasha's career where she had wanted that.]

Plus, sometimes it's nice to recognize yourself when you look in the mirror.

[morethan084]

Good point.

[The media has made sure everyone back home has known what she's done. They just don't have the facts.]

Do you like being called Black Widow?

[outstandingbalance]

No. But I earned it.

[More answers, but Natasha doesn't point it out this time.]

I don't hate it either.

Do they call you anything special?

[morethan084]

[Daisy let out a soft, bitter laugh at her question.]

Quake. Pretty lame, even if it is accurate.

[outstandingbalance]

At least you're not a spider?

[One known for killing its mates, too. Not exactly complimentary.]

How'd you get it?

[morethan084]

Small miracles.

[Said so sarcastically. Even as she nearly falls on her face. Again.]

Because of my powers. Pretty self explanatory.