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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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( Peter shakes his head at the apology, and he even winces, because he understands- No one exactly wants to be found after- after going through something traumatic. Again. He hesitates in front of her, hauling the bag around him. )

Yeah. Turns out everyone's got their worst memory ever playing on loop in their rooms.

It's why I thought I'd come around and see if anyone needed anything- Sorry though you should have- I get wanting to be alone too so I can also- ( Wow, that's some impressive rambling, Peter Parker. He clears his throat ,and then he opens up the bag so she can see inside. ) Water, alcohol, food, chocolate... stuffed animals, but that's more for the kids... Not that I'd judge. It's whatever might make people feel better at a time like this.

Edited 2017-11-02 21:10 (UTC)

[Trying not to bust out into another sob, Daisy presses her lips together and nods at his conformation.

Looking at the bag he had brought with him, Daisy's stomach dropped when she thought about the kids having to deal with something like this.

Shit.]

That's really nice of you.

[But how was he doing? Clearly this was his way of dealing with all of it, but, had anyone asked him?]

You doing okay?

Yeah. ( He's okay. He didn't spend too long in his room, but he spent longer than he should have, knowing that- that moment isn't something he could change. His lack of choice in that moment would always define him. )

I feel like the- the moment I relived is the same moment I've been trying to change since it happened. I relived it a lot in my own head after- after it happened, y'know?

( And then the truth Event takes effect, and he can't help the next words that come out of him. )

My uncle died, because of me. It's why I do the whole spandex, crime fighting thing, cause my choice to not do the right thing directly resulted in him dying. But maybe I can save someone else's... someone.

[Shit. Here come the tears again.]

I'm sorry.

[Daisy could definitely relate to that, with what happened to Lincoln.]

Can we, um, can I go with you? I'll help you hand things out if you want. I just want to get away from here.

I'm sorry for- for whatever you saw too.

( Peter can tell it's- it's greatly affected her, and of course, it would. It was her worst moment- her worst memory. They weren't just watching but shoved right back into it as if it- as if they were living it all over again. )

Yeah, of course. Could use another person, holding a bag, handing out more to- to people. It's like being Santa Claus except uh. not at all.

Thanks.

[It's probably better that no one else had to see that, even back home she never really talked about it. All they knew was that her mother had died and her father had killed her to protect Daisy and everyone else.

Smiling tightly, Daisy moved away from her door.]

Santa doesn't usually gift alcohol. Wish he did, I think I would enjoy that holiday a lot more.

( Peter's thinking distracting her may be the best way he can help her so it's what he focuses on. A sideways smile tugs across his face then as he walks beside her. )

You can consider us a new brand of Santa. Like the new and improved form?

Improved in the fact that we gift alcohol to depressed adults? Because if that's all it takes, then, sure.

[Unsurprisingly there aren't that many people down this hallway. They probably had gotten as far removed from their rooms as possible at this point.]

Yeah, that's all it takes. Now we get gold stars for being better Santas.

( Peter leans against the wall beside a closet they can use to fill up a new bag. Time to restock the supplies. )

Look I know the whole truth thing is happening now, but if you want to talk about what happened, I'm here. If you don't, no pressure. No one should be forced to blurt that shit out.

I appreciate it, it's just that I never talk about it with anyone.

[Except that time she talked with Hive about it, but she wasn't herself. Even then it was vague at best.]

Want me to hold the bag?

[She doesn't even try to be subtle about trying to change the subject.]

Yeah, I get that. I never really talked about my uncle's thing with anyone before either. It's just too much.

( It's hard to put it to words, and he doesn't connect well with other people. He smiles though, reaching out to her with the bag. )

Sure. Gotta see if anyone else needs some Horrible Memory cheer, right?

Yeah.

[She understood that. It being too much. Everyone at SHIELD had given her space after it happened, and she was honestly glad they did. As emotional of a person that she was, this was something she just never wanted to talk about with them. Or anyone.

Taking the bag from him, Daisy smiles sadly at him.]

Has something like this happened before here?

Probably.

I can't remember anything exactly like this, but there's always something that tries to pull out more from you than you're willing to give.

This place doesn't care much about consent.

Yeah I've noticed.

[Hauling the bag over her shoulder Daisy adjusted her grip on it.]

I would take being back home over this.

[Daisy never really talked about what went on for her back home. Not even to Jemma or Fitz.]

( Peter hears what isn't said in that- Home must be really rough, but it's still better than this place for her. )

...must mean home's pretty tough if it's a big deal you'd choose it over here.

I know some stuff about where you're from. I mean, I've heard about Shield from Fitz, and I know there's a lot of superheroes in it. There are a- a lot of people with powers in it. I'm guessing not all of them are heroic about it though. I've met a... lot of people from your world here.

Yeah, and depending on who you ask, I'm not one of the heroes.

[She hated whatever it was that was making them be truthful like this.

Grip tightening on the back, Daisy broke eye contact with him and moved along the hallway silently. The only time she opened up about what happened back home was the first day she arrived here, to Fitz and Simmons.]

( Peter lets out a soft sound at that though he doesn't meet her gaze as she looks away. he walks beside her, quietly, no judgement. it's not like he has any right to be )

The police like to shoot at me back home. I was wanted for vigilantism.

I guess that's a thing. I think we should be judged more by our actions and the context of those actions. Can't always trust authority to do what's right. But also, I was a vigilante so I guess they got it right.

I guess that makes two of us.

[Daisy looked at him from the corner of her eye, feeling a little less worked up than she had been a few minutes ago. As much as she wished no one had to go through this right now, Daisy was relieved to not be the only one. To have people she could relate to.]

Maybe I should've taken a page from your book and used a mask too.

Not a fun thing to be able to relate to, huh? ( He tilts his head a bit, glancing over at her. ) ...why didn't you use a mask?

( Peter can only imagine never using one if he had nothing to go home to- no one left of his own to protect. )

Not really.

[Daisy smiled sadly at him as she reached up to push her hair out of her face.]

Before everything went to shit for me, I didn't see the point. Plus, doesn't it get in your field of vision?

( Peter sends her a sad smile back, shoving his hands into his pockets. )

Uh, no, but that's part of the whole spider-senses thing even if I don't see something. I can hear or feel or sense everything around me. I just got told pretty quick that the people I cared about would be in danger because of what I was doing so seemed like if I kept it a secret, maybe that would make it safer for them.

[When he put it like that, it made a lot of sense.]

Did it help at all?

( Peter tilts his head to the side after a moment. )

I don't know. I was still pretty new to all this back there, and someone like told me that as he was dying after he found out the truth about who I was and put himself- put himself in danger to save me.

( and now Gwen doesn't have her dad, her brothers don't- )

But uh, no one's come after my aunt yet so that's good.

[Daisy knew better than to keep pushing him for more information. Which is why she dropped as soon as he mentioned how his uncle had died.]

Look, um, I should-

[She's getting more overwhelmed the longer they talked about death, even if she was partially to blame for that conversation to begin with.]

I'm going to head out. Sorry, I just need to get out of here.

[~~And go to the bar.~~]

( Peter lifts his head at her words and then shakes his head reassuringly. )

It's okay.

I got this.

( There's no- There's no judgement. Peter just steps back, letting her pass. )

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