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

[eyething]

( It strikes him hard, sudden. It's a miracle it manages to do so when he feels so numb, so emptied out. The words- He would have given anything as a child to hear words like that, but he's not a child anymore. He's over a hundred years old. He's nearly two hundred years old. Damon doesn't need or want that anymore. He spat in his mother's face as she died. )

I want that.

( Damon hisses out a breath, because he would never admit it if not for the truth Event now wrapped around them. )

I feel the same. You're so much better than my piece of shit father. You actually care. I actually care about letting you down, and it doesn't make me a horrible person to care about that. ( He's fighting it. His jaw locked, because it's impossible to fight, stronger than compulsion even. His hands are fists, and a growl escapes him like he's trying to escape that cage, like he's trying to escape anyone giving a fuck about him when he's aware of what a piece of shit he is. Damon grasps hold to violence so often, because if he's a monster, he's not a victim. He was wrong about that too, and he knows it, but instinct takes over in his desperation.

He pulls away. )

What if I told you every terrible, horrible thing I've ever done? What then? I've done so many I can't even list them all out. I don't even remember them all, and I'm just as capable now as I was then.

[mandrakes]

[Regis doesn't say anything. He has already learned that when Damon starts to speak it is best not to interrupt, though the presence of the current effects of the mansion may render his usual lack of willingness null and void.

He lets him pull away, lets him talk, but he can only smile very slightly and shake his head.]

Then I have no doubt that it would place us on equal ground. [He says, no less kindness in his voice for everything that has come out of Damon's mouth so far.] If I had a mind to, I could easily dispatch almost everyone in this mansion, and only have a small amount of difficulty with the rest.

[Like Damon, Regis knows what he's capable of. He's had a brutal reminder of it with the memory currently playing in his room.]

If I were to tell you every terrible thing I have ever done, do you believe it would alter your opinion of me?

[eyething]

No.

( The truth of it leaves Damon before he can think of anything else. It's hard for Damon to give a fuck about what someone has done as long as they haven't hurt his own, as long as they haven't seriously gone after his own. Regis has never done that, and it means he can accept any and every thing he might say to him except Regis accepting, embracing him as family. It's still so alien that Damon can't wrap his mind around it.

He lifts his gaze, hissing out a breath, trying to fight against it all- rail against it all. )

Elena knows.

She watched me burn her alive in her sleep during a hallucination. Fuck this place.

[mandrakes]

[The older vampire's gaze is calm, understanding, and at the admission he brings up one hand to plant it gently on Damon's shoulder. It isn't like the young man to talk so much, not about thing so close to his heart and so painful, and even though Regis is happy to listen he would have preferred his friend to be telling him all of this willingly.]

Have you spoken to her?

[Elena cares for him a great deal, but it would be a difficult thing to come to terms with regardless.]

[eyething]

( The hand keeps him balanced even when he feels so unsteady. ) Yes.

It didn't go well.

( It would be impossible for it to go well, because- because of what she learned on top of what she witnessed. Her life gets to pass her fucking by. She has to stay in a coffin. His mother tried to take her away from him to punish him as if she was the toy soldiers she'd steal from him as a kid, because that's all that made him cry.

Not his father beating him. Just that. )

[mandrakes]

[He has the feeling that Damon would rather still be sat on the floor, but he has never been one to leave people to wallow when he can help it. That, plus genuinely caring about the younger vampire, made it entirely impossible to ignore the wish to help as much as he could.]

If you don't want to speak of it, I shan't press.

[Even if they're being forced to tell the truth... making Damon uncomfortable is the very last thing that he wants.]

And if you'd prefer I wasn't here...

[He would understand.]

[eyething]

( Damon shakes his head. He doesn't want to talk about what happened with Elena. He doesn't handle any emotion well or emotional conversations well especially when it comes to what happened to Elena, especially trying to- having no idea what to-

She saw too much. )

Hard to get over watching someone you love set you on fucking fire.

( He winces. )

No. I just want to get really drunk. You happen to have any of your special concoction around?

[mandrakes]

Not directly on my person, I'm afraid.

[And he... is not terribly keen on going back into his room to attempt to find it, since he's quite sure that everything in there has been replaced with a vision of him murdering his friend over and over.

He plants a gentle arm around Damon's shoulder and urges him to start walking away from the room, in the very least, to put some space between it and the things still plaguing his mind.]

If we can find a working closet, I don't doubt that I can summon some. It may not be quite up to my usual standards, however.

[eyething]

That's fine.

I'm all up for whatever a closet's gonna throw at us.

( Damon grimaces but follows after Regis toward the nearest closet. The grimace deepens, and he slips his hand behind his neck. )

I'm gonna bet your own room was just as shitty.

( Wonderland's nice that way. )

[mandrakes]

[Regis tends towards being more discerning about what he drinks, but he'll stay his complaints this time for Damon's sake.

The question causes his expression to flicker, but little more than that. It's a few moments before he nods.]

I told you of Dettlaff.

[Need he say more?]

[eyething]

( Damon grimaces. He remembers when Regis told him about what had happened. It's not surprising that's what this world chose to show him.

It's not like they forget. )

It's like Hell Theater in Wonderland. Everyone gets a front row ticket to reliving the worst part of their own and everyone else's lives.

[mandrakes]

[No surprise, indeed, and Regis hadn't waited around to see it play out again. He recalled it well enough, without it being used as some kind of macabre theatre production.]

Should anyone wish to walk into mine, I have nothing to hide. [He hadn't bothered to lock the door.] And I will take any questions posed to me in regards to the content... but I would question the integrity of anyone searching through these rooms for the sake of observation.

[eyething]

They'd be a dick... or someone looking to blackmail other people or learn all their dirty, terrible secrets.

( Damon wouldn't put it past anybody, but he also didn't lock his own door. He didn't think to. Hopefully, no one's doing that, but he's not going to go around to see. He just wants to drink. That's it. )

[mandrakes]

[It doesn't seem like something that needs an answer save for the reassuring arm that Regis puts around Damon's shoulders as he speaks. Regis may be one of the few who has very few secrets he would want to hide, and his actions towards Dettlaff - while terrible - do not fall under that umbrella.

When they reach a room that he knows to be empty, the vampire carefully opens the door and lets out a soft sigh as he finds the room on the other side to be entirely normal.]

There, now. Shall we proceed?