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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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[Taking deep breaths, the strokes to his hair did seem to pull him back. Jon's calm voice breaking through the rage, pain and broken sobs. He has his eyes closed, resting his forehead against the other boy’s who for whatever reason was still here. Even after all Damian said and did, what he'd seen in that room, Jon was still here. Apologizing to him for what she did and making him promises to protect him and other stuff they both knew Jon would never do, even to someone as deserving as Talia al Ghul. Suppose the boy was getting desperate to make Damian listen. He swallows back another sob, trying hard to make the tears just stop, but once one got started, it was hard to stop.

He didn’t need protecting and if Talia returns again, he'd be more prepared. He'd stop her just as he did when Grandfather came for him on his 13th birthday. Still, in a time of so much change and uncertainty, to have Jon there solid and unmoving was annoying, but he didn’t think he could come back at all if he wasn't here. This had to stop.

He opens his eyes finally. Tearful, hurt and angry, they look past Jon, at the door once more. He knew everything Jon said was true, but he just couldn’t think rationally right now. Not when just this piece of wood was separating him from his living nightmare. He had to get away. Eyes finally move back to focus on Jon's own.]

Get me out of here. [He orders lowly, managing to get his voice steady enough to say it. He doesn’t care where, but he knows he needs to go.]

Edited 2017-10-31 04:55 (UTC)

( he got damian to snap out of it, which is what was important. and empty promises they may be, but jon certainly means them when he's saying them. he wouldn't be able to say them if he hadn't, with the truth event intermingled with the memories. jon is more than willing to do what it takes to get damian back. he'll do whatever damian wants, until damian pushes it too far. which of course, damian usually does.

another deep breath in, and jon nods his head, rolls his weight forward to get onto his knees and moves his arm back around damian's waist, holding onto him tight to keep him from falling as he picks him back up. it'd be a little awkward given damian is just barely shorter than him, but jon's superior strength more than makes up for it. ) Okay. To the roof.

( his other arm moves under damian's knees, shifts him into a bridal carry to keep his legs from dragging before he's taking off, running at full speed towards the stairs and up them. it's only once he's gotten up through the door, up towards the ledge that leans over the garden's maze that he stops and drops back down.

sits on the ledge still holding onto damian. jon's grip is noticeably looser once he's down, though; he's not holding onto him to restrain him, just holding onto him to keep damian from falling. if damian moves, jon's more than happy to let go of him if that's what he wants. but if he doesn't move away, jon will just go back to stroking his hair. )

[Damian thought to tell Jon he could walk just fine, but this was much faster. He held onto Jon's neck and closes his eyes as he speeds off. So little faith in him Kent. He let Jon hold him a bit longer, stroke his hair... comfort him like no one but Grayson ever did. Then suddenly he moves to sit next to Jon rather than in his lap, but...holds lightly to Jon's hand. He looks down, taking a deep breath for some much-needed air, then lets out a scream of pure rage that he'd been holding in since all of this started.

...That... that felt better. He drops his head and takes a few more deep breaths once he's done. The tears coming to a stop, for the most part, wetness rimming his eyes, but letting it out seeming to have somewhat helped. He keeps his head down, not bothering to explain himself, not like he did explain his actions much anyway.]

Edited 2017-10-31 07:49 (UTC)

( yeah see, that's better. jon remembers when he used to scream and stomp and throw a giant fit whenever he got angry--but it did always make him feel better in the end. being able to let out all that rage by yelling, by putting as much pressure behind putting each foot on the ground as he possibly good. sadly--gaining enhanced strength and vocal chords means that jon can't do that anymore; his screams break windows, his stomping could cause earthquakes if he's not careful.

but he's happy damian could get it all out. damian grabs onto his hand, and jon squeezes his fingers gently, swings his legs out off the ledge and gives damian a moment to just. calm himself down. he probably needs it. jon can't even imagine how awful that must have felt--dying like that, having his mother tell--whatever that guy was to do it. her not saving him. getting shot with arrows several time, then stabbed through the heart. he wants to ask damian how he's even alive, but--damian probably doesn't want to share, and that's fine.

instead, he turns his head towards damian, gives him a gentle smile, and asks: ) Would sparring help? ( since damian enjoys violence so much. ) Or we can go get ice cream and oreos. Those always make me feel better.

[Their fingers lace and he just lets it happen. He's never been big on physical contact, but right now he isn't looking to protest. With the event, he couldn't really keep his secrets, but Jon doesn't question him further about that room. Instead, he's suggesting stuff.

Kaplan did mention something about frozen dairy products being used as comfort food. He wasn't sure if Oreos were on that list but, he didn't hate them... but he did know violence always helps for sure.]

Both... [What can he say? He likes to have it all.]

Edited 2017-10-31 08:25 (UTC)

( oreos are the best comfort food, okay. especially when they’re inside ice cream. cookies n’ cream ice cream? absolutely amazing, thank you. don’t judge his good taste. jon isn’t going to pry; it’s not his place. if damian wants to tell him about what happened, he will. and when he does, jon will listen. but for as long as damian wants to keep quiet, jon’ll respect his privacy.

treat others how you would like to be treated, right? if jon had something he didn’t want to share, he’d want damian to leave it alone, too. he bends his legs up, presses his heels to the edge of the ledge and gets to his feet; the way he’s balanced just barely on the edge may have been dangerous, if it had been someone who couldn’t fly. still, he keeps his grip on damian’s hand even as he stands, grins down to him. )

First one to fall off the roof loses? --I’ll catch you! And then after, we can go get ice cream and oreos.

[There is nothing you never want to not share, Kent. It's baffling how one could or even want to just put everything about themselves out there. The smaller boy scrunches his nose a bit as he starts to move and take Damian's hand with him.

If you wanted to get up Kent, he wasn't going to stop him. He was more than welcome to take his leave. He gives Jon another side eye though when he starts to talk. He wasn't leaving, setting up to spar or even get some cookies. What...was he doing?]

Balancing? [Did Kent really think he'd win this kind of competition against a Robin? Likely not, this was obviously another tactic to get Damian out of his own head.] That won't be necessary. [He sighs and easily getting up, moving his feet to hang off the edge of the roof.] If you start to fall and pull me down with you, I'm calling you a cheater.

( of course he didn't. which is why this isn't just a balancing act. jon grins wide as damian steps onto the ledge, releases his hand to fold his arms behind his back. )

No, not balancing. You have to try and knock me off, and I'll try to knock you off. Whoever falls first, loses. ( which is plenty of a warning, right? because jon's taking a quick breath in through his nose before letting it all out from his mouth in a gust of wind directly aimed for damian's feet. )

[He scrubs at his face and eyes once he's up to brush away any trace of tears as Jon continued to explain the rules. Well, that didn't seem fair either. Kent had super strength, he could easily shove Damian off the roo-- He watches the boy start to blow at his feet.

It was a soft gust, not enough to take him off balance. So Jon wanted tricks... Damian wasn't really at his most clever state of mind...but if he could use his powers then so could Damian.

He takes a smoke pellet out of his utility belt, that he alway wore under his clothes thank you very much, and through it at Jon's feel. They boys quickly getting incase by smoke.

He expects Jon will just blow the smoke away if he doesn't fall, but they weren't going for the throat just yet, so Damian is starting Jon off slow. When the smoke clears, Damian is still standing there with a breather in his mouth and an innocent little shrug.

Game on Jon.]

( jon didn't say anything about not fighting. he just didn't say they were fighting. he turns his body towards damian, still keeping right on the ledge of the building, and sucks in a breath through his mouth, taking in all that smoke before turning his head to blow it out and up. out of their way.

it doesn't taste great, but what did he expect? jon coughs into his hand, takes in another breath, before he's shifting forward and raising a fist right for damian's face. there's no intent to actually hurt him with it, of course; his punch is softer than it would be if he were fighting evil dinosaurs or robots or--an alien invasion. jon holds back, because it's damian.

but it's still a fist. )

[Of course there isn't any intent to harm. Why would there be? Damian hasn't even said anything to make Jon angry. He easily ducks the blow, it wasn't as if Jon was using super speed.

His leg sweeps out to trip Jon from under him. Remember what he taught you about jumping incoming hits, Jon. He knows you like to rely on your superstrength to take all your hits, but if this was really a spar, he will be disappointed if you didn't practice your dodges as well as your hits.

He stays on the ledge though even as he moves one leg out.]

( yes, jon does like to depend on his super strength. it’s easier, than going out of his way to dodge things. people generally can’t knock him over, because jon firmly roots himself against whatever surface he has his feet on. but he knows that damian’s been drilling other stuff into his head since the day they started training, and he should probably start showing that he is, in fact, learning. damian’s foot goes for his leg, and jon jumps back, back arching as he holds his palms out to land on them. they barely even manage to touch the ground, however; as soon as his fingers are hitting the ledge, jon pushes off of them to cartwheel his way back up to his feet, quite a bit away from damian.

his hands raise after, fists held up just high enough to defend his chin. but there is a wide smile on his lips as he does. )

Someone's been working on their cartwheels. Good. [Damian says, but his voice and expression were still flat. The events of the day still weighing on his mind and a part of him still wanting to escape back to face his personal hell, even if he knew he shouldn't. Even if he knew Jon would just find him again. Like he always did.

He flips, hands never touching the ground and still landing dangerously close to the edge. He quickly closes the gap between him and swinging out to disarm the block but mostly to show him how then uppercutting him. It was satisfying to hit something, even more so because he knew it wasn’t hurting Jon. He was angry. He knew the anger was misplaced. Jon has been there for him through all this. The guy even found a reason to smile right now. He...was trying despite Damian still wanting to yell, scream and hurt something. He ducks an incoming hit, again it was pretty slow.]

Still having trouble dodging without using your super speed? You can go a little faster.

[He murmured thoughtfully, looking Jon in the eyes.] I'm adding a challenge. Disarm me. I'm going to put an explosive of you. Stop me without using super speed. If I blow you off this roof. You lose.

( cartwheels aren't exactly hard, damian. especially not when he's still small and light and perfectly capable of flipping himself around. and can fly. but jon will take the compliment regardless, the smile on his lips growing wider before he opens his mouth to thank him except.

then there's a fist coming for his face, and sure the impact doesn't hurt, but he shuts his mouth pretty fast to avoid biting into his tongue and takes a step backwards, hands moving down to his sides because damian's talking and setting new rules and he's gotta respond to them, right? )

Okay, but what counts as super speed? 'cause like. . all speeds seem pretty normal to me. ( he'll go slow if that's what damian wants him to do! it's not like explosives are really going to hurt him, either. )

[Don't use your powers to aid your cartwheels Kent. It kinda defeats the purpose of Damia's training here.

Damian wasn't exactly sure how to explain holding back your super speed since it'd been so long since he had any. This training was providing a challenge...]

Faster than me? We'll make the gauge I suppose. [He drops stance for a moment moving to stand next to Jon.] Let's try mimicking me for a while.

[Damian was faster than normal humans thanks to training but it was the only gauge he could think of right now... and just maybe if he trained Kent to be as fast as him it will stay with him if he ever found himself human again.] One. Two. Three.

[He says, using some hits and training stances he learned as a child.] On my count. Match my speed. [He watches Kent as they move.]

( right, he can do that. jon's eyes follow damian's every movement, memorizing the way he adjusts his stance, the way his fists swing, the angle he swings them at and how he twists his wrist mid-hit. watching, memorizing isn't hard for him. part of being half kryptonian is having enhanced memory, being able to watch something and mimic it perfectly which is exactly what jon's aiming for here.

it distracts damian, and it gives him something to focus on. jon takes a step back, drops his stance but still keeps eyes faced forward, watching, waiting. )

Right. I can do that.

[Damian watches the boy through his peripheral and eases up to watch Jon move on his own, seeing him get the hang of it.]

Good. [He pat Jon on the shoulder.] But never let your guard down Kent..

[He adds calmly, suddenly flipping back to gain some distance from Jon. When the boy looks over he might see a small device on his should start to rapidly blink then it explodes knocking him off the roof ledge.]

Edited 2017-11-24 18:56 (UTC)

( his head turns to look towards his shoulder when he hears the radiowaves coming off of it--but it's two seconds too late, the device goes off, and jon's giving a startled yell as he loses his balance and falls off the edge.

all the way to the bottom, landing in one of the bushes surrounding the building. the shirt he had been wearing is in tatters now, thank you. jeans ripped, but at least he didn't kill his shoes this time. )

That almost hurt, Damian!!

[Damian looks down over the ledge when he hears Jon shouting something at him. Damian has no pity for your shirt Jon. Get over it, you can get a new shirt from the closets.]

Yeah, but just almost.

[The teen gives a small shrug, but makes note of the pain threshold or at least that he was approaching one.]

I warned you I would put an explosive on you. You failed to stop me. So I win. What’s my prize?

Edited 2017-11-27 17:07 (UTC)

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