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]

. [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.]