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

[outstandingbalance]

Lawyers. Shouldn't they like that? You not talking. I thought they were usually fans of letting them do the talking.

[scoutsniper]

You'd think. [You'd be wrong. About as wrong as the idea that he's gonna eat these eggs.]

They had this bullshit theory they wanted people to believe. That I was crazy. You know. PTSD. All that victim bullshit, like I didn't know what I was doing.

[outstandingbalance]

And you don't think you do? You killed all of those people of sound mind.

[So. Natasha may have known about that. Whoops. Well, maybe if she pushes forward, he won't notice?

That seems too much to ask.]

You wouldn't be the first person.

[scoutsniper]

[He notices, and there's a slight hesitation. But hell, anyone who knew anything about current events in his world knew about the trial. It was nationwide coverage. America's national monster, on trial. ]

They killed kids. They brought goddam drugs into the country, into my goddam city. It's not like I killed goddam altarboys. I killed the people the cops were too scared or too corrupt to go after.

[In his mind: sane. ]

[outstandingbalance]

I'm not trying to start an argument about it. Trust me, not really something I need to hash out.

[Especially because she doesn't like the directions that conversation could go if it turned back toward her.]

Just clarifying. Doesn't seem like the two things necessarily rule each other out.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, just sayin' I ain't crazy. And I'm not some posterchild for PTSD and how it's fucking dangerous. That's a goddam insult to them.

[He scowls at his plate.] I knew what I was doing. I wasn't trying to run away from the repercussions.

[outstandingbalance]

I'm not saying you're crazy. And I'm not saying you didn't know what you were doing.

I'm just saying... those two things aren't mutually exclusive. And you don't have to be a poster child to have trauma.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, well, I don't like draggin' other vets into it, like they're dangerous because of what I did.

[That's the goddam problem.] Anyone'd do what I did. How would you feel if it happened to you, huh? Would you have just, what? sat by and waited for the police to handle it?

[outstandingbalance]

My situation and yours aren't exactly the same. I don't have anything like that to lose.

[By design.]

But I can't say I'm the wait for the police type of girl.

[scoutsniper]

Not sure if that makes you lucky or not.

[Honest statement--it hurt to lose, but he couldn't imagine having fought so hard and for so long without them as a reward, or at least the idea to keep safe.]

Yeah, you look like you'd handle your own shit.

[outstandingbalance]

Well, I grew up in a Soviet orphanage. Hard to call that lucky.

[And she'll never have a traditional family. She has people. Maybe that makes her lucky. But she was thoroughly prepared to lose anyone she might get.]

I don't know if there's a winner in this game.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, but, I mean. You're young. You're beautiful. You could get anything you want.

[Jesus Christ, mouth. What the fuck. ]

That was meant as a compliment--that you don't sit around and play helpless.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha snorts, glancing away.]

Young enough, I guess. [She doesn't comment on the beautiful part.] You really don't know who I am, do you?

[There's no ego in that. She's not hurt or even amused. She's just... surprised. For a while there, it seemed like everyone knew who she was.

Not the best thing for a spy.]

[scoutsniper]

[He cocks his head. She told him his name, last time they talked. What was she after?]

Lady. I spent the last fifteen years where the only women were covered head to toenails. As far as I know, you weren't one of them.

[outstandingbalance]

Who knows, I may have been. I haven't been so active in that part of the world, though. New York on the other hand...

[Natasha meant to leave it there. She didn't mean to bring it up in the first place. But more comes out:]

You heard about the battle of New York?

[scoutsniper]

A little. Mixed stuff. [What the hell does that have to do with anything?]

Kids were all about aliens and heros in suits and capes and stuff. The news said it was a terrorist attack.

[Who would you believe?]

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, it was definitely aliens. If you want to call them terrorists... more like an invasion force.

Only Thor has a cape, though. You have to be a certain kind of person to make that work for you.

[scoutsniper]

Seriously. Aliens. Like, what? Outer space aliens? [Aliens in New York? What the fuck were those aliens thinking? Worst place in America to try to attack. New Yorkers had zero tolerance for bullshit.]

You don't look like the cape type, yourself. [Not that he could think of anyone who was. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Never. I wouldn't say I wear a costume, either. [She's also wouldn't use the word hero either.]

But aliens. They came through a portal over Stark Tower.

[scoutsniper]

Most costumes they make for women are impractical as fuck. [What? He's read comic books as a kid. ] You look even less like the steel bikini type.

[And he's going to try to get that image out of his head now. Sorry.]

Aliens and a portal. Jesus. Why the fuck would they pick on New York? We got enough problems without goddam aliens.

[outstandingbalance]

There's an actual answer to that. It has to do with needing a power source and a demigod wanting to make things personal with Tony Stark.

[And Natasha couldn't think of a worse place for it.]

[scoutsniper]

Tony Stark. You mean, the guy. Here. With the, uh. Attitude.

[Look at Frank trying to be diplomatic. ] What's so special with that guy?

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, in this case, the attitude was part of it. But that and the weaponized suit, and the fact he invented a way to produce more or less unlimited clean energy.

[scoutsniper]

We talking about the same guy? [Sure, he's seen the suit at least.] Jesus. If I'd solved the goddam world's energy crisis, last thing I'd do is measure my dick against every other guy I meet.

[outstandingbalance]

More like, it makes him a target. He makes himself a target.

[Which as close as Natasha will come to defending Tony.]

Some people thing you punch the biggest guy in the room, it sends a message. Tony made himself the biggest guy in most rooms.