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

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, fuck no. Think this is enough shit for me.

[But he appreciates the offer, in a way. He's been seen at his worst, and Dan's offering to make it even. ]

Buy you a drink after this and if you get drunk enough, we can compare stories about getting shot in the damn head.

[Sort of like a fucked up brofist.]

[thecourier]

Buy me a drink? With all them caps you got, eh, Frank?

[Dan rubs his thumb over the scar knotted across his temple - purple, still fairly new.]

I don't gotta be drunk t' share this story, or most a' what I've seen. Never want t' give the guy what did it the satisfaction a' gettin' t' me like that.

[scoutsniper]

Hey, it's an offer. [Yeah, fine, but he's trying to be decent.]

I kind of wanted to give the guy who did it to me something a little more tangible.

[thecourier]

Mm, did that.

[A firm pat on Frank's back to get him moving away from the door. It feels like about the right time for a drink.]

Once I remembered where the hell I was at. Tracked 'im down an' gave 'im what 'e 'ad comin'. [Dan's smile turns grim.]

I'm a better shot.

[scoutsniper]

[He moves slowly, as if he's suddenly either about 90 years old, or in pain. But he's moving.]

Maybe better than him. Probably not better than me.

[Because exactly what Frank needs now is a dick measuring contest. Well, one he can win, at any rate.]

[thecourier]

[Dan shrugs.]

I ain't interested in seein' how we measure up. What I can do 's kept me alive longer than a lotta people in my line a' work, an' that's good enough fer me.

['Easygoing' is Dan's middle name in most scenarios. He has bigger problems right now than debating over which of them might be the better shot.]

[scoutsniper]

You got that line too? Used to tell us that Uncle Sam had invested so much money in us that we couldn't afford to die.

[Didn't stop it, just made you feel guilty for dying.]

[thecourier]

[A soft snort.]

Ain't no military could pay me enough t' own me.

[The NCR, the Brotherhood, the Legion, the Enclave, and every other petty organisation calling themselves an army... Dan lost his respect for that sort of thing a long time ago.]

'M a mercenary. Or, I was. Not s' much now.

[scoutsniper]

Mercenary, huh? So you fought for money, rather than what you believe in.

[No judgment. Okay. A little judgment.]

[thecourier]

[Shrug. He doesn't care for the judgement whether it's there or not.]

More t' bein' a merc than actin' like a weapon.

[Maybe the word didn't fit, but it was as close as any could come.]

'f I didn't like the job, I said no. Might want pay, but I ain't gonna lose my principles fer a few caps.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah? Educate me. Other than, you know, getting paid actual money.

[Not the shit pay Marines got.]

You just sell your principles to the highest bidder. That's all.

[thecourier]

[He stops walking. His voice stays calm, but what he says comes directly from a place of irritation.]

Okay. First thing, Frank, is how 'bout y' stop talkin' like y' even know the first thing about me, anythin' about my life, or how I lead it. Y' don't know me. Are we clear?

[Doesn't need the forced truth to say this... but it helps.]

Second thing, is that y' don't know a damn thing about my principles an' y' ain't in any position t' tell me how easy I'll let 'em go, so how 'bout y' get down off that fuckin' high horse a' yours b'fore y' fall off.

[scoutsniper]

Could say the same to you.

[Hackles raised all around.] Look. I've seen merc teams. Was invited on one. Not my thing. No rules. No checks. If it works for you, then...[He tries to shrug through it.]

[thecourier]

Could, but y'd be wrong.

[Jeez, Frank. Get a clue.]

I ain't interested in fightin' fer causes I don't believe in, or hurtin' folks what don't deserve it, or even goin' places I don't wanna go, fer any money. I'm tellin' y' that, said it once already, an' I don't reckon a guy should hafta say that more 'n once t' knock it through someone else's thick fuckin' skull. [And especially now, when he couldn't be lying.]

The world ain't black an' white, an' it ain't always gonna be exactly how y' think it is. People ain't gonna fit what you think they are jus' 'cause you think it. Jesus, Frank. Yer jus' like a guy I know back home.

[scoutsniper]

. [Frank has many clues. All the clues, in fact. He just has no idea what to do with them. ]

The world isn't black and white, sure. But that doesn't mean that right and wrong don't fucking exist.

What? You never fell on the wrong side of the line?

[thecourier]

[Dan makes a noise in the back of his throat, bringing one hand up as if to say 'stop'.] No, see, that ain't what y' were askin' me.

[He pushes his hands into his pockets and squares up, not in any way about to throw a punch, but not backing down a single inch.]

Y' already accused me a' sellin' off my principles. Y' already decided I'm that sorta person because that's all y' know a' some mercs, an' all y' know's gotta be all that's true, yeah? [The acid dripping from his words could melt the floor clean through to the next level down.]

So, are y' askin' me if I ever did the wrong thing 'cause y' really wanna know, or are y' askin' me 'cause y' want some more evidence fer yer fuckin' preconception that all mercs are shit people wi' their morals up on a shelf fer anyone t' buy? [A thin, humourless smile twitches at his lips.]

I could like you, bud, much as I like the guy y' remind me of. Really, I could, an' if yer gonna be hangin' around Evie like y' are I'd really rather I did, 'cause I never like t' make things more difficult for her than they already are, but this shit, Frank? This way y' dig int' people by backin' 'em up an' makin' 'em feel like they gotta explain themselves t' you? I ain't here fer that. [His hands come free of his pockets, but only to turn palm-up as he shrugs.] We can get t' know each other like a couple 'a regular guys, but I ain't gonna be interrogated by you every time I say somethin' y' don't think y' like. Ain't happenin'.

[scoutsniper]

[So there it is, again. Frank's starting to feel downright unlike able. He's not sure he cares. ]

Damn right I've got some preconceived fucking notions. Hell, there are enough people in the actual goddam military who have shit for principles, or who'll cross over a pile of moral lines because the idea of serving their country drowns out everything else.

You get used to it, you know? You do shit every day that people back home'd judge the shit out of you for. So what's one more, right?

Anyone telling you what right and wrong is is full of shit. That's all I'm saying. If that's too much of a fucking 'interrogation' for you, then you got some serious people skills problems.

[Says Frank Castle: people skills genius.]

[thecourier]

[His hands come up, albeit briefly. He takes a deep breath, and lets it out.]

Okay, we're all fuckin' stressed t' hell right now, so 'm gonna jus' let it pass that we're clearly havin' two dif'rent conversations here an' y' ain't listenin' t' a damn thing I say save fer what y' can use t' make an argument out of.

[As far as he can tell, that's what's happening. The courier has no idea where Frank is getting some of this from.]

So, when y' decide y' wanna talk like adults, instead 'a examinin' everythin' I say t' start a fight or t' figure out if there's somethin' wrong about me, I'll be in the bar.

[Dan turns and walks away at that, giving a small wave back over his shoulder.] See y', bud. Try t' stay outta that room a' yers.

[He'll be in the bar, as stated, if Frank decides he has anything he wants to say to him. 'Thank you' might be nice... but he won't hold his breath.]