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It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE

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!

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No.

[She chokes out the answer before she can check herself, and gives up on the pretense of being anything resembling in control. The outpouring of emotion isn't like her at all; even breakdowns are normally tightly controlled things for her.]

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay to not be okay. These memories in our rooms are- They're terrible. ( They're the worst moment of their lives like Alice said. She really did tell them what was coming, but there was no way to prepare for this.

Peter finally lets his hand reach out the rest of the way, resting against her arm, squeezing it tightly before he kind of tugs her a little toward him so he can hug her if she'll let him, if that would help. )

[She falls in easily, almost angrily at how easy it is. Even on Maveth she hadn't been this unrestrained, pushing away the devastation into its own little box to get on with the business of living. She was (is) never going back home.]

I didn't think it was in this place to be that cruel. I suppose I should have known better.

( Peter winds his arms around her tightly, protectively. She once held him when he really needed it, and it's easy to exchange the same. It's hard to see her hurting, to see her in pain. This place is- It's terrible, and he hates it. He hates it for what it does to people he cares so much about. Mary Jane went through hell last Event, and now Jemma- finding Jemma like this, he wants more for the both of them. He wants to protect them but can't. )

I really hate this place sometimes. I'm so sorry for whatever you saw. It shows it to us. It lets us change things, but it never- it never changes the worst of it. Don't feel bad if you couldn't change yours.

[She shakes her head.]

It wouldn't have changed anything in the real world. It's just a memory -- I'd still be there. I was going to be there forever.

( Peter pulls back if only to look at her. His hand rests against her arm still as dread sort of sinks into his stomach. He's not from their same universe- There's a Peter who is, but it's not him, and he feels utterly hopeless in terms of helping her despite how much he'd want to- want to help her be safe. It's not about that though. It's about what she saw and what stays with her still. )

...going to be where forever?

Hell. Maveth. Whatever it's actually called. Where I was trapped before I was trapped here.

[She rubs her eyes, a headache starting behind her eyes.]

Maveth? ( but she also calls it hell, which means it- it must have been terrible, worse than terrible. his hand rests against her arm still, and he wishes he had water or- or something. but he can't even dash into the room for it, because he knows the room's shifted completely. ) You were trapped there? Jesus.

I'm sorry. Do you end up getting free? Does Fitz know if you do? ( cause otherwise he's gonna worry like hell about her going back. ...he'll worry like hell regardless cause he's peter. )

Fitz did come. This -- that -- [she motions to the room] -- is the moment I thought I was never going to make it back

[She feels like she owes Peter more context than that, but she's also exhausted and scattered.]

Good. ( Peter can't help the relief that leaves him in one fell swoop. He bites down on his lower lip, swallowing thickly, trying to imagine a moment like that- thinking she'd be trapped forever in a hellish place. Never going to come back.

And he realizes, he can't. He can't imagine that kind of torture. )

I'm sorry. That you had to relive that again. ( His voice is genuine apologetic. ) You look like you could use water or tea, and to- to move far away from this room. You want to do that?

[That's a brilliant idea. She hesitates only because she can hear the yelling behind Fitz's door, though she has no idea if he's in there or not.]

Those are both genius ideas.

( Peter sees that moment of hesitation in Jemma, and it's then that he's in tune to the yelling behind Fitz's door (loud and terrible and angry and drunk). It confirms what Peter already learned when he met Fitz as a child. It solidifies his already terrible view of Fitz's father. It's one of those things he said to Fitz during- the one thing that made everything worse and terrible. His stomach twists up with a quiet protective rage.

And of course- of course Jemma's thinking of Fitz first, making sure he's okay, wanting to get him out of such a situation. She's very kind, very compassionate. She loves him very much.

He's afraid talking to Fitz about any of that stuff again would result in the same- the same situation. Things getting worse. Him hurting Fitz more, but it's worth it to check because he shouldn't endure another moment of it. Peter thinks of him as a kid, how scared he'd been- )

Then we'll do that. We'll get you out of here. Do you know if he's in... there? I can check.

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I... don't know.

[She hadn't seen him go in. But neither is she brave enough to open the door and find out, and she thinks maybe Peter shouldn't look, either, all things considered.]

We can check later, if... if we don't see him.

( Peter can't help it. He can't stop himself though, because he hears the sounds and he can't stay on this side of the door when he does if there's even a chance- if there's even a chance Fitz is in there. Can't let a kid be abused again, go through it all again. He pushes himself up to his feet. Fitz's father is used to pushing other people around (his wife and his kid who are weaker than him), and he'd give anything to get in there and kick his ass out. )

I know I might make it all worse again, but I have to- I have to try. ( He reaches out and tries to open the door, but it's- it's locked. It's probably for the best, because he likely would have gravely injured Fitz's father otherwise, forever severing their friendship.

He glances down at his hand and then turns toward Jemma, tugging her away. ) C'mon, let's get you away from here and toward some tea. You can tell me more about what happened if you want.

[When the knob doesn't budge, she releases the breath she'd been holding. He might have been in there before, but isn't now. It's a small blessing, but one she'll take. It's quickly behind her, as Peter guides her back down the hall. She shakes her head.]

There's... nothing to say. We tried to send a message in a bottle, it didn't work. SHIELD would presume me dead and stop trying to find a way to me.

[Even though it would take ages, she knew Fitz would be forced to give up, in time.]

( Peter stays close to her, heading towards the tea room. There's closets outside of the rooms that people have to use. They've all got sleeping bags, they've taken over couches or tables with pillows and blankets. It's like one big sleepover out of the rooms. )

...that just sounds terrifying to have that kind of realization.

( Then he winces at himself, because of course, it's terrifying. What the hell, mouth? )

Guess that's why it's- it's your worst moment. You weren't alone though? ( She said, we. )

It was.

[If Jemma considers it a misstep she doesn't say so -- which, all things considered, must mean that she doesn't. She does realize that Peter doesn't know about Will, and she'd inadvertently indicated him. But of course he doesn't know, how could he?]

I... there was a man there, already. An astronaut. His team had suffered from problems, he was the only one left. [The nature of those problems remained a bone of contention, Will insisting he knew what he saw, and Jemma unable to refute him except with the return insistence that scientifically, none of it made sense.] He'd been there for fourteen years.

Fourteen years?

( Peter breathes out sharp as his eyes burn briefly just to think of her there. His voice cracks. It's horrifying. It's terrible. His chest clenches up painfully, tightly at the center of his rib cage. )

I'm glad you weren't alone there at least even if- even if finding out what happened to him, it probably made it so much worse.

( It probably squashed that hope right up as soon as it tried to- to break free. )

I wish he hadn't been there at all. Died before I made it, what have you. Getting his hopes up was irresponsible and cruel.

[If she'd been alone, other things wouldn't have happened, either.]

No. Hey, you were trying to save the both of you. ( He doesn't want her to- to feel badly for trying to save herself and someone else. ) If I was miserable and hopeless, I'd give anything for a moment of light even if- even if it didn't work out. You brought him hope and companionship when he- he never had that.

It's always better to try.

Companionship. I suppose that's a word for it.

[She shakes her head then. She doesn't want to talk about it, and Peter really doesn't need the full story.]

( Peter lifts his head toward her in realization and then nods after a moment. He can tell she doesn't want to talk about it, and he won't linger on it any longer. )

Whatever happened, it's okay. It's understandable is all I meant. ( He steps into the kitchen, changes the subject so she doesn't have to worry about it. He offers her a little smile. ) Tea's close. That'll help.

Yes.

[She exhales. She's old enough to know that tea doesn't automatically set things right, but it doesn't hurt any either.]

Thank you. I'm sure there's plenty other people for you to be worried over.

I can stay and have tea with you for a little while.

I want to. Peggy's teaching me what tea's like- I mean, the real tea. The British kind. ( he clears his throat. ) You're important to me, Jemma. I don't want you to feel like you're alone with it.

( cause she's not. )

[Jemma doesn’t answer him immediately, but smiles.]

If it’s good enough for Peggy Carter, I expect that it will be good enough for me.

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