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

[outstandingbalance]

There's a good argument to be made for going past that grey area.

[Natasha stands as well, smoothing her jacket over her hips.]

I could use a walk, if you don't mind the company.

[morethan084]

Whole reason I asked.

[Getting off the stool, Daisy took a moment to adjust to actually standing before she started to make her way out of the bar. She looks a little stiff in her gait as she's trying to walk without tilting to one side. Yeah, she should probably stop drinking for a while.]

I've always wanted to know. Is that your actual hair color?

[outstandingbalance]

Give or take a little fine tuning. It comes in handy to change it up, but not so much that roots are going to look suspicious.

[Natasha clears her throat.]

That's one way to take advantage of the situation. I won't hold that one against you, though.

[morethan084]

Oh.

[She had almost forgotten that literally anything, as small as it was, would make someone spill the truth.]

I actually didn't mean to do that.

[Over correcting herself when she nearly tripped over her foot, Daisy leaned into the wall for a second. Letting out a weak laugh Daisy pushed herself back upright fully.]

Red hair isn't exactly subtle, but I'm sure you know that. It's nice. I like it.

[outstandingbalance]

Calling card? It's not subtle, but you don't build a reputation if know one knows what you've done.

[And there was a point in Natasha's career where she had wanted that.]

Plus, sometimes it's nice to recognize yourself when you look in the mirror.

[morethan084]

Good point.

[The media has made sure everyone back home has known what she's done. They just don't have the facts.]

Do you like being called Black Widow?

[outstandingbalance]

No. But I earned it.

[More answers, but Natasha doesn't point it out this time.]

I don't hate it either.

Do they call you anything special?

[morethan084]

[Daisy let out a soft, bitter laugh at her question.]

Quake. Pretty lame, even if it is accurate.

[outstandingbalance]

At least you're not a spider?

[One known for killing its mates, too. Not exactly complimentary.]

How'd you get it?

[morethan084]

Small miracles.

[Said so sarcastically. Even as she nearly falls on her face. Again.]

Because of my powers. Pretty self explanatory.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha slows down a little, keeping an eye on her but for the moment letting Daisy keep her own balance. Or not. As the case may be.]

You know, I don't think I've seen them.

[morethan084]

Is that a hint?

[outstandingbalance]

Not a hint. Let's say, curiosity? Something like that. Guess I couldn't keep it up.

[morethan084]

[Daisy let out a small laugh as she slows to a stop, eyeing a potted plant a few feet ahead of them. Raising her hand, Daisy shattered it within seconds.]

Pretty much that, but on a much larger scale.

[outstandingbalance]

That's a hell of a demonstration. Thanks?

[Not hard to see where the name comes from now.]

Seems... useful.

[morethan084]

[Yeah she wasn't planning on cleaning that up either. Fuck you, Wonderland.]

Can be. Was pretty shit at controlling it at first though.

[outstandingbalance]

Makes sense. Any skill takes practice to get the hang of.

[Natasha glances back toward the shattered pot. Pretty small casualty all things considered but it's not hard to see how that could get bad real quick.]

How long'd it take to get this good?

[morethan084]

A while.

[Her mom, who she had been searching for her entire life, had been the one to help teach her to control it. The memories come flooding back again and it makes her feel sick. Or maybe that's the alcohol.

Jaw clenching, Daisy closes her eyes as she comes to an abrupt stop.]

[outstandingbalance]

...Sorry. We can try to drop that topic if you want. No promises if it'll work, but we can try.

[morethan084]

It's not your fault. Just brings up bad memories.

[Moving again, as she started to teeter a little from just standing there, Daisy let out a shaky breath as she tried to calm herself down. She really didn't want to start crying again.]

Like any of us need anymore of those, right?

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha keeps her eyes forward, providing what little privacy she can without actually leaving.]

No, don't imagine we do. Any good memories we could pivot to instead?

[morethan084]

Not that I can think of.

[Especially right now, with everything else on her mind.]

Unless you can think of something.

[outstandingbalance]

I wish. That might say something a little unflattering about us.

[That either they don't have good memories, or that if they do, they don't want to share them.]

Maybe just better if I leave you to this?

[morethan084]

[Daisy understood wanting to be alone, and as much as she didn't want to be left alone she knew better than to continue dragging Natasha down.]

Yeah.

[She's just going to sit on the floor for now because continuing to walk was just becoming less and less efficient right now.]

Maybe next time we meet up we'll be less mopey.