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

Ahhhh I thought I replied here!

[mypartnerintime]

[That sounds incredibly sad. To think that you'll go on your whole life tied down to that one event, that one trauma. Even if the thread that connects you to it gets longer and thinner, it's always there, keeping you from going as far as you once could. Max takes a deep breath as she mulls that over.

Maybe it's not so bad. She'd hate it if she completely got over Chloe's passing one day. One morning where she wakes up and realizes she's one hundred percent okay with it. That would suck hard... She'd rather Chloe be part of her life, in some way.]

...I guess that's not so bad. [Her shoulders sag. It's still bad, but... Maybe okay.] At least things will get better. Even for you.

[She looks up at him, gauging what she wants to say, before looking back down at her knees.]

I've been avoiding a lot of things. Dodging those triggers. I haven't been taking photos or writing... For like. Months.

<3

[punful]

[That's how it goes, as far as Sans is concerned. There's no moving on when you don't have the luxury of a future. And even before Resets, there were things he simply couldn't move on from, because they kept haunting him. Gaster, his childhood, his HP.]

[It's not a matter of whether it's good or bad or not. It's just the reality.]

yeah, that's...with a future, there's at least the chance of things getting better. i guess...heh. this event's messing with my ability to make jokes, but you know--you know how people will say that so-and-so is "stuck in the past"? i guess that sorta thing can be literal as well as metaphorical.

[Sure is hard to move on from anything when the world literally stops for you.]

and...yeah. getting better is...i think you have to work for it. i've been...actually working on it, the past few months. and i feel like...i dunno, sometimes i feel like i'm making progress. sometimes i just--don't even see the point in trying.

[Most of the time, really. But somehow, he keeps doing it.]

aw, max, you love taking pictures. i mean, you're like--an artist.

[He looks and sounds more earnest than he would be normally.]

it's something you're passionate about, right? you gotta--you gotta hold onto that. once you lose it, it's...so damn hard to get it back. the world shouldn't be allowed to take that from you.

[mypartnerintime]

Huh. [She smiles at him through watery eyes.] I think you're making progress. We're talking about it aren't we? That's a big deal. And time's moving on just as much for you as for me.

[In other words, with tons of hiccups along the way. But it is moving.

The upswing of her mood is lost a little as they come back to the photography. It's a very private, painful thing that's been gnawing at her for months.]

Yeah I do love it. I know I do. But... Ugh, it wasn't working for me, and... every time I tried it'd... remind me of stuff.

[Her eyes are tearing up again. How silly would it be if it feels like she lost two loves of her life?]

I don't wanna... not take photos. I dunno what else I'd be except a photographer. [She rubs the back of her neck, swipes away a tear, fidgets.] I'll... try again sometime. Maybe it'll feel better. I dunno.

[punful]

s-sorry, i...didn't mean to make you cry more. but yeah. i mean...heh, there's this truth event and all, but i don't really...mind talking about it. i feel like i don't...have to keep all the secrets i keep. so that's something, i guess.

[And it's nice to hear that he's making progress, especially because he knows she believes it. It's...nice.]

yeah...i kinda know how that is. how something you love can get sorta...corrupted, and then you can't think of it quite the same way anymore. i don't really have any advice, though, since i didn't...i...

[He spreads his hands. It's not that he's trying to hide it, it's just that it's hard to explain.]

for me, it's science, and every time i've touched science since the--the things that happened, it just...it feels like it just gets worse. like i can't even go near it anymore. i lost it, i guess, and i can't...

[He sighs.]

i'd just hate for you to lose something that's such a big part of you. yanno? i just don't have any advice for--how to get it back. i don't know how.

[mypartnerintime]

[Max lets out huff of laughter through her tears, then wipes at her face awkwardly.] It's okay, Sans. I guess I was due for a good cry. [She lies back down on the table, the better to hide her embarrassment, with her legs hanging off the side. With practiced ease she reaches for another cigarette.

Her words come slowly, her voice thick.]

I'm glad you feel okay talking about it. Maybe you don't need to keep secrets even after the event.

[She sticks the cigarette in her mouth and lights it.]

I mean, I didn't even know you were a scientist. Unless I forgot.

[punful]

[He smiles a little at that. Yeah, sometimes the tears just need to come. He's never been good at letting that sort of thing happen. It sure does keep happening here in Wonderland, though.]

oh, heh...i dunno about that. i think i'm always gonna be kinda...secretive. reserved. i think it's just in my nature.

[He's been like that his whole life. If it's just habit, then it's going to be a very hard one to break. It's ingrained, either way.]

i'm not really...well, the thing is, you never really stop being a scientist, i think. at least you never stop thinking like one. so saying i'm not a scientist anymore isn't entirely truthful. but i'm not...i guess the accurate thing to say is that i haven't really practiced in a--a real long time.

[And it's weird, because the science thing was always something he never wanted to admit to. He thinks it's probably because it's Max, and he trusts her, but having to talk about it really...isn't so bad.]

[mypartnerintime]

Hmm. [She blows smoke up toward the ceiling. Yes, it's indoors, and she doesn't really care all that much.

What he says actually makes her feel a little better. Maybe she's still a photographer that hasn't been practicing. It's a small comfort, and he might not see it, but she smiles the tiniest bit.]

What kind of scientist were- are you?

[punful]

[He doesn't mind. He actually kind of enjoys the smell.]

i was a physicist. i mean...technically i never finished my phD, so i didn't have any actual title, but...yeah.

[mypartnerintime]

[She huffs another small laugh through her raw and tight throat.]

Guess I'm calling you doc Sans from now on. Screw the actual phD.

[It's not lost on her that a physicist would know something about how time works. But now's definitely not the right time to ask. Maybe it never will be, and Max is fine with that.]

[punful]

heh, aw, jeez. please don't. i'm not, uh...not everyone knows yet, about the science thing.

[It'd be amusing at first, but it'd also make him uncomfortable. It's a title he never earned. Alphys is a doctor, Gaster was a doctor. Not Sans.]

[mypartnerintime]

Sure.

[The temptation to poke fun at him is there, but heck, who's in the mood for that? Max just settles down to smoking, ignoring all the possible questions she could throw at him. Why should he be ashamed of being a scientist? Did he do something with Frisk and Chara and time? Why doesn't he want people to know?

But again, she's not in the mood for any of that. She's just too tired.]

[punful]

thanks, max.

[He does appreciate it. Like he appreciates companionable silences.]

[mypartnerintime]

[And a silence he shall have, as Max lies there and smokes her cigarette, the smoke collecting at the top of the room.

They learned something about each other. That's a silver lining to this event. After her conversation with Frisk, and now with Sans, she feels far less alone.

She doesn't feel better, but less alone is a good start. A tiny step forward.]