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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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It's got some good. [ Ellie says, and she means it. Food, shelter, clothes, supplies... But. ] But... yeah.

[ A lot of it is shitty. Ellie swallows a lump in her throat, knocking a few loose pebbles off the roof with a bat of her hand. ]

Not really. [ She appreciates the gesture, but is actively trying to stop thinking about the memory that she'd been forced to live through again and again. ] You?

I don't even know. [Max watches the pebbles fall. It's pretty unsatisfying. Though it's difficult to imagine feeling anything good right now, anyway.

She searches for something else to talk about, tip-toeing around the memories; wary of Wonderland's attempts to draw out the truth.]

...When- When things got hard for you, in your world... What would you do?

[ Usually, she'd say something along the 'endue and survive' lines, but the recent event coupled with their compelled honesty draws out another answer. ]

I don't know. Keep going, I guess? It never really got easier.

[ Something else bad just happened, and then you had to think about that, instead. ]

Find some little way to not go crazy.

[Max glances over at the younger girl, surprised at the lack of something concrete. It paints an even bleaker picture of where Ellie is from.] That sounds... scary. Like you're always on the edge of losing it.

[She sighs. That came out worse than she'd intended.]

I'd probably listen to some tunes. [She smiles without humor.] But I think life's simpler for me. Chloe- my girlfriend- she'd find something to break.

Yeah, well... sometimes you find little things. ... Comics, blueberries- I dunno.

[ She swallows, trying not to think too much about home. ]

I didn't know you had a girlfriend. [ Something about that draws her out of her slump, though, and she looks at the other girl with piqued interest. ] Is she here?

[Max wants to press further, but starts to realize that maybe Ellie isn't too keen on talking about it more. Hence the vague answer.

Instead she focuses on the last bit, which seems to interest the teen. Although it's painful to talk about, she can suffer through it for Ellie's sake.]

No... she was. But she left. [Her hands tighten around the edge of the roof, as the event draws out more than she wanted to say.] She... died back home, so she's not really anywhere.

[She glances over at Ellie.] Sorry. The event's making me say shit.

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[ Ellie sort of stares back at Max, and it's eerie, the way she hears bits of herself in what her friend is saying. ]

I... had someone I cared about, too. Before. And she died. [ She swallows, glancing away, heart pounding. ] That's what I had to see.

[ Riley and Ellie, getting bitten. Over and over. Lose our minds together.

She draws herself in more tightly. ]

Cared for..? [A best friend... Or more, Max wonders. A crush, maybe. She wouldn't be surprised, especially after Ellie drew the comparison to Chloe. And she' at that age.

Does it matter? Whoever they are, Ellie's just as alone as Max is now. And whatever Ellie sees of herself in Max... the feeling is mutual.

Max reaches out tentatively and puts her hand on Ellie's shoulder, squeezing as the girl huddles tighter.]

What was her name?

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Riley.

[ Ellie swallows, flushing with a little embarrassment, and, primarily, the sting of recently having to see the attack over and over again. ]

We were in school together, and... we snuck out one night, and... she got killed.

[ There's more to it than all that, of course, but that's the bottom line. ]

She came here, once. [ She breathes, biting her lip. ] For like, a week, and that was it. Haven't seen her since.

...I'm so sorry, Ellie.

[What do you say to something like that? Hell, Max can't even figure out what she wanted people to tell her after Chloe left. She feels like her small words of comfort, sincere as they are, fall a little flat in the face of Ellie's moment of vulnerability... Maybe the first one Max has ever seen.

Ellie, so grounded and mature for her age. Down to earth. Practical. Really quite the opposite of Max, with her gentle and comfortable upbringing. Seeing Ellie like this, brought down by the event... it kinda pisses Max off.

Fuck Wonderland.

Her voice stays soft, sincere.]

Would you rather she hadn't shown up?

[ That question makes her pause, consider it, but... then she shakes her head. ]

No. I mean - I wouldn't rather. I'm glad I got to see her, after...

[ A year? Two? It's hard to keep track of time. ]

It sucked when she left, and I wish I could see her again, but... some time together's better than nothing.

[ She glances almost guilty to Max, asking: ] What about Chloe?

Oh.

[Because of the event, Max can't keep the forlorn tone out of her voice. Is it bad that she feels... she can't even find the right word. Guilty? Sad? Jealous that Ellie feels that way, while Max is... way more confused? It would be amusing on any other day, if Max wished she grew up to be like Ellie.]

I dunno...

[She can't even hide what she thinks, the event drawing the truth from her. Exposing her selfishness.]

The one year she was here... was literally the best year of my life. Followed by the worst year.

[She looks at Ellie, her eyes watering, expression pained and scared. Scared of what the other girl will think of her, of what Chloe would think of her. Scared of these thoughts being formed into words against her will.

How selfish would it be if Max wished Chloe had never come to life for a year?]

So I don't... know what I'd choose. I don't...

[She abruptly leaps up to her feet, wringing her hands.]

Let's-... Let's do something else?

[ Ellie is quick to nod, to agree. Neither of them should have to talk about this, let alone relive it, and she's not looking to coax the truth or the pain of it out of her friend. She gets to her feet, too, expression a mix of grief and anger at Wonderland for everything it's done to them so far. ]

We could try something fun. I'm not sure I'll be into it. [ There's the honesty again. Ellie sighs. ] I still wanna try, though.

[ Anything that helps them rise out of this mental pit would be great. ]

Yeah. Fun. [The word comes out a little desperate as Max casts about for something to do. Anything...

When Max is upset she listens to music. For Ellie, it's finding little things to help you keep going.

For Chloe, it's breaking shit.]

...Maybe we can go to a tea room. And... break some stuff.

[How very unlike Max Caulfield.

But Max has changed a lot, hasn't she? Not taking photos. Smoking. And sometimes she can hear this voice in her head, like hers but someone else.

And usually whenever it talks it pisses her off. Like now. The grief buckles and gives way to the anger underneath.]

Kinda... blow off some steam?

[The tea room will be safe anyway. No one will get hurt, and Wonderland will repair whatever plates and cups they break.]

Break-...? [ Ellie trails off, looking almost cautiously at Max. As she thinks it over, she begins to nod, expression changing to something... almost excited. Like she has to grasp this idea hard and push for it now, or the feeling will give way to depression again. ] ... Yeah, that's a good one. Let's just go - smash a whole buncha stuff.

[ As Max had said: "blow off steam." She exhales, feeling some of the tension leave her, and gets to her feet. ]

Wanna go right now?

[Ellie looks at her with that questioning tone, and Max already regrets it. God, how dumb does she sound? Let's go break some crap. Like an edgy teen or embarrassing high schooler. Ellie must think she's so weird.

But then Ellie starts to nod and... the idea catches on. Max hadn't really been thinking when she first suggested it, letting her stewing emotions speak for her - but now that Ellie seems to like it, the whole situation feels like it's sweeping Max forward. Like she jumped into too-deep water and now the current's carrying her to places unknown, and it's scary but exciting too.]

Yes. Smash.

[She starts heading for the door.]

Third floor okay?

Smaaaash! [ Ellie repeats, but with a Hulk-like tone. ] Third floor sounds good!

[ Like Max, Ellie is just latching on to this idea, now, and rolling with it for as long as it carries them. Anything is better than stewing in the miseries that they've recently suffered. ]

After you. [ She offers, yanking the door open for her friend. ]

[Max gives the teen a quick punch in the shoulder as she walks past into the stairwell. Momentum carries her forward, and she lets herself descend quickly, sneakers slapping against each step.

A few flights down she whips out her Oregon phone and starts playing a song- one of Chloe's. The song echoes down the stairwell loudly, drowning out the sound of their footsteps.

No one asks me for dances, because I only know how to flail...

She hits the third floor landing with a thud, sparing only a quick glance back at Ellie to check that she's still there. Then she's moving down the hall, before she finally comes to a stop in front of the Second Gallery, room 004.

No care, no care in the world...

Her hand comes to a rest on the door handle. They could do it here instead. Destroy every picture Max hung up. Pictures of Chloe.

No care, no care in the world...

Yeah. No care.

But... but no. This isn't just about Max. This is Ellie, too. And trashing the gallery seems kinda selfish, in comparison... right?

...Right.

I don't care, I don't care anymore...

So she lets go of the door and starts moving on to the tea room, a little more slowly, leaving the gallery intact.

I don't care, I don't care...]

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[ Ellie follows, chuckling, and brightens when Max puts on some music. The girl's got good taste, and since she's been exposed to Max's genres of choice before via gifted playlist, the sound is... relatively familiar, despite it being a new song for her. She bops along as they go, humming along as best she can, trying to focus on the music only and not... the reasons they'd decided to do this in the first place.

Max stops in front of a door and Ellie almost runs into her back. She takes a step back, though, still bouncing a bit to the beat, waiting for the way to be opened. Her friend seems to reconsider, though, which makes Ellie's expression flicker to confusion... briefly, and then they're off again. She chalks it up to simple indecision and heads along the hall next to Max as they find a tea room.

It isn't hard, since there's one on every floor. She grabs the door this time and yanks it open, flourishing a hand in a sort of gesture, sort of bow. ]

After you!

[Max grins at the bow but decides against trying to curtsy in return- she has no idea how to. Instead she tries to wave off Ellie as she goes pas the girl, into the tea room.

Teacups. Saucers. Those little teaspoons you use to dump in sugar and stir. Mirrors. Candlesticks. Little bowls of small sweets.

Lots of things to break, Max thinks apprehensively, but with a tinge of excitement that grows as the song goes on.

But where to start?

And... how?

The upbeat tune continues as Max turns to Ellie.]

...What do we do...?

[ Ellie looks back at Max after they've both taken stock of the room, considering. Like the other girl, she realizes just how much there is to destroy.

It's exciting, somehow. Like this is Christmas morning, but instead of getting stuff, you... just destroy it.

There's another silence before Ellie snatches up a nearby candlestick. ]

Smaaaaaaaash! [ She yells again, a la 'charge,' and begins rampaging through the room. No need to keep the noise down, right? This is for catharsis! ]

[Max is almost surprised as Ellie charges forward and begins wrecking the room. But why should she be? Destroying stuff was the whole point, and while it felt completely unreal until now... well, suddenly it's happening. And Max isn't about to leave Ellie alone to do it.

She bounces on the balls of her feet in time to the music, trying to get more into the mood, before awkwardly pushing a plate off a table and watching it shatter against the ground.

And that feels good.

She starts actually picking things up throwing them against walls, gently at first, and then harder, as she remembers everything this event did to her.

Fuck Wonderland.]

Hey, Ellie.

[She gestures at a plate she's holding, then tosses it gently in Ellie's direction, like a pitcher to a batter.]

[ Ellie turns at the sound of her name and laughs when she sees what Max is indicating. With a grin, the younger girl winds up and swings... and then misses, sending the plate crashing nearby. ]

Again! [ She demands, holding the candlestick like a batter. She bounces a bit to the music, too, and though this might throw off her aim, it's too fun to stop. ] I've got it this time!

Strike! [Max calls in an exaggerated voice. She picks up another plate and winds up like an over-enthusiastic kid, before pitching it underhand at Ellie.

Maybe a little too close to Ellie's face, but... well, she's a quick girl, right?]

Whoa - [ Ellie moves out of the way as the plate goes whizzing past her, laughing a little when it smashes behind her. ] Man, that was a bad pitch. Give me something I can work with!

[ AKA, that one was a 'ball,' not a strike. Or so she'll claim. ]

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