entrancelogs | It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you!

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I believe in that too. But the truth isn't something people need to be protected from.

must be nice to live such an uncomplicated life.

[He's heading for the door.]

[She tugs off her sunglasses so she can look him straight in the... eye sockets.]

I'm the clone of a journalist assassinated for uncovering a vast governmental conspiracy.

[He looks back and meets her gaze evenly. It's a little weird. He's not sure he's ever seen her without the sunglasses.]

and yet you can't even conceive of a scenario where keeping the truth from someone might protect them? where people want to keep things secret to protect themselves? if you're keeping a secret yourself then obviously you understand things like...privacy. so i dunno, george. i don't get how you--don't get it. i don't get how you can keep any kind of secret and still justify forcing the truth out of me. i don't get how you can be in this event, telling me something you didn't want to tell me, and not understand how i might've felt like--like--

[He clamps down on it. No point. It's not relevant. It's not a relevant truth. He doesn't have to say it, he doesn't. He grits his teeth, trying to ignore the building headache.]

there's--no point in arguing about this, since we'll nev--probably never agree, so let's--stop. i'm sorry i know your secret now. i didn't want to.

Of course I can conceive of scenarios where you need to keep things secret, or even lie.

[She should stop talking. At any other point she would, since making excuses isn't really her style. Her conversation with Sans when he had been under his localized truth event had not gone how she intended, but intent is meaningless next to result. But instead of letting the topic drop, as both of them would probably prefer, she keeps talking.]

That's why I tried to give you a fucking out.

[He wishes he could just shut the hell up, and he wishes she would do the same. But that's the whole point. This event won't let them. Every time he takes a step for the door, he has to stop, because one of them has said something. He could teleport, but that would be dodging.]

if you'd wanted to give me an out, you would have done like your friend mahir and asked me something completely innocuous. besides, these events don't really like outs. wonderland can tell when we're trying to cheat. and trying to resist just gave me a raging headache, worse than this time. and it's not...

[Stop, god, why won't this event just let him stop?]

it's not whether you tried to give me an out or not. it's not what i ended up telling you. most of that stuff was...you probably would have figured a lot of it out eventually, just by knowing me. it's--that you asked. that you--you saw a chance to force me to tell you something and you just--took it. you didn't even hesitate. you were smug about it. and it's--dammit, i can't--i hate this, i hate how pathetic this is going to sound, but you made me feel powerless, george, like you were just--just another person with control over me who decided to use it in the worst way. the same as it always is. and i don't think that's what you intended, but it's how i felt.

[Fuck this. Fuck all of this. He sets down what's left of his fries, goes to the nearest cupboard, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey.]

i only ever trick myself into thinking i have any control over my life. i do it by knowing things, and by trying to control what people know about me. so. there that is. and now i think wonderland might let me walk out of here and go get hammered so i can forget i just made myself vulnerable in front of yet another person i can't trust.

Like I said. Say something you don't want me to hear. Guilt tripping. Good to know monster nature is as predictable as human nature.

[Her expression is unreadable under her sunglasses. At least her face can still conceal things, even if her words keep breaking out.]

You say you believe in protecting yourself and the people you care about. That's fine. I want the same thing. Nothing has hurt me and mine half as much as lies and secrets, and I'm including all the zombies in that. Granted, I no more got what I wanted out of that conversation than you did, unless your goal was to make me so uncomfortable with unasked for personal information that I'd stop pressing, in which case good fucking job, but my intention is the same as yours. You do it by concealing the truth, and I do it by uncovering it. If you want me to feel guilty about that, then you fucking first.

[He cracks the bottle and takes a real long pull. How it doesn't all just pour out of his ribcage is anyone's guess.]

i'm not guilt-tripping you. i'm explaining how i felt, even though i'd really rather not. i'm not telling you to be guilty about who you are or change or anything, just--just maybe have some fucking consideration for actual people rather than some big picture, objective "truth." you keep trying to make this my fault, all this...implying that i did it on purpose. so who's really trying to guilt-trip who here?

[God, he's so tired.]

but you know what, forget it. just...just forget it. we're never going to agree, and you're never going to apologize, and i'm never going to apologize for lying all the time. we're never going to trust each other.

[Pointless. He knew it. She's just...too damn Determined.]

see ya.

[And with that, he walks out.]

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