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It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE
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!
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!
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A feat that, like much else, Lup has accomplished better than anyone else.
For someone who has so much to say, so many ways she could say it, Lup always seems to stun her into a silence that still managed to feel so warm.
Lucretia doesn't want to let go of Lup's hand ever again.]
Well, it would be awfully hard for me to paint you if you were watching me.
[Maybe she's more eagar on this than previously thought. Or maybe she's just keeping the joke.]
We could take a detour through an empty room to get some supplies. Though you know I always have my pen and a journal on hand.
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Nope. It's gotta be paint. A simple sketch can't contain all of this. [Lup gestures to herself with her free hand, up along her slender frame, stepping closer to give Lucretia's hip a playful bump with hers.] If we're doing this, we're doing it right, Lucy. No buts about it!
[It isn't difficult to figure out which rooms are vacant, though Lup's still a little weary in throwing open just any door after everything she's walked into today. But the first one seems right on, because neither of the woman are immediately assaulted with some stranger's darkest thoughts, so Lup drags Lucretia inside and makes a beeline for the closet.]
Pick out whatever you need, babe. Go nuts! This and the kitchen pantry are like all this place is actually good for.
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Well, I don't think I have it in my heart to deny you, if that's what you want.
[Gosh, she wish she hadn't said that. But thankfully, there's time for distraction as she stands in front of the closet, thinking for a few moments before opening it up and starting to drag items out onto the bed. There's a new canvas, a folding easel, a tray for bits of paint, a caddy with a few basic colors, and three different weight paintbrushes. In addition, there's two pencils and a thick eraser for sketch lines. She stares at all of it a moment, then turns back to the closet and pulls out a canvas bag that it all gets dumped into so she can carry it over her shoulder.]
Honestly, I find myself wondering exactly how this place can create at such a rapid pace. At first I thought it was illusory, but they absolutely seem to be as tangible as the structure around us. If this is illusion magic, it's at a power that shouldn't even be possible, let alone sustainable. But I still find myself thinking anything I pull from these will disappear if I turn my back for too long.
[It's a little embarrassing, to be so caught with her internal monologues forced forward, but at least Lup doesn't seem to mind-- or at least, she'd likely hear it if she did. She moves back towards the door, assuming Lup is following close as they head outside.]
Have you been to the gardens yet? They seem incredibly well maintained, considering there doesn't appear to be a groundskeeper to speak of.
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Lucretia's sorting through the closet while Lup watches, huffing out a small laugh in response.] Luce, if it lets me spend more time around you, I'm always gonna be all for it. A lot of shit's changed for us, but that never will.
[That's just the truth, whether Lup meant to say that or not. But how could Lucretia not catch on after all these years? Sure, Lup enjoys watching her paint, loves to hear her stories, but so much of it had just been the perfect excuse for Lup to get in time with her.
The other woman begins pulling out equipment and rambling about the nature of Wonderland's magic, giving them both a chance to cool down from their too honest truths, before she's eagerly diving right into the convo with her. It's been something that's been on Lup's mind since her arrival as well.]
Right? I've tried asking around about the magic in this place and just how that shit is powered, but no one I've chatted at seems to have any answers. It's a lot of dead ends and 'I dunno's. It's amazing, but-- [Her thin shoulder shrug.] No luck.
[Lucretia moves to swing the canvas bag over her shoulder, but Lup's already snatching it from her hands and throwing it over own. Her hand slips down to quietly find the other woman's again, as if she can't stand not holding Lucretia's hand.]
You could say that. [And at least this truth comes out easily, Lup unable to hide her toothy grin at the memory.] I deffo threatened to burn it down my first day here. I wasn't nearly as chill about it as you.
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Lup, I—fuck, of course you did. That’s so you.
[She doesn’t even know what that means. It just seems to fit so well.]
I don’t know if I was chill so much as I was freaking out the entire time. It’s been a long time for me since I woke up in a new world and certainly not by myself again. Especially with where I was before, with the Hunger having just resurfaced, I, uh, I just kind of thought I might have already died.
[A small pause.]
Well, that’s terrible. Anyway, uhm, let’s give you another look, huh? I’ll... escort you, or something. Neither of us have to go it alone for now.
[That’s good enough. Lup’s been tugging her this long, but at least now she has a direction.]
I... don’t want to go without you again.
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Yeah, well, you know me. What's the point of being dragged into another dimension if I don't leave everyone with an unforgettable entrance?
[Which Lup certainly had done, in all of the worst of ways.]
Please, [Now that they are all settled, Lucretia's bag slung over shoulder and her hand twined with hers, Lup is content to take lead to the grounds. Once they arrive, she'll let Lucretia pick a place that inspires her to paint.] As if Death ever stood a chance against a badass chick like you. You'd beat 'im down and tell him to come back when your schedule was a little more free.
[The elf had been content to let their earlier sappiness drop once the conversation shifted towards the more ridiculous, but now that Lucretia's speaking, she can't help the way the words flow from her mouth.]
You won't have to. I'm not going anywhere, Luce. I know I fucked things up pretty spectacularly before, but I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to do any of this shit alone again.
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But that's not coming back. And dwelling on it now would only be taking her away from Lup, which she never wants to do even to herself.]
You're not the only one who's made mistakes, Lup. I don't hold your choices against you. Someone needed to do something. I only wish I had stepped forward before you had to.
[She walks with Lup outside, eyes scanning the garden before she picks a nook to the side. There's plenty of visuals of the garden itself, but also space where they can see over the flowers to the beach and ocean on the horizon. Most importantly, it's quiet, save for the sound of the babbling fountain and Lup's sweet words filling her ears.]
So, are you planning on posing for me? Or were you just wanting to watch? Either way, I'm sure it will be enjoyable, but anything's more beautiful with you.
[Gods, she wants to swallow her own tongue. She blushes, just a bit more, but doesn't have a good cover for how embarrassing that sounded, so she'll just try to let it pass.]
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Lup would really just like the chance to spend time with her best friend without bringing up their past mistakes or Lucretia's unintentional betrayal. Just one afternoon where she doesn't have to agonize over having her twin forgotten her. Over being erased from the memories of the people who mean most to her.
The elf follows while the other woman picks out her carefully selected spot, gently lowering the bag of supplies to the ground. She trusts Lucretia to set everything up on her own, Lup already plopped on the ground while she watches the other's process. Even outside of the mansion, the truth still spills forcefully from their mouths, but by the way Lup's cheeks go pink, she doesn't completely mind when the topic is so much lighter.]
Look at that blush, girl. You're so fucking cute when you go red like that. [She's older and so much more sophisticated and put together than the girl Lup remembers, but Lucretia's blush is still the same. Still just as easy to fluster.]
Like I'd ever give up the chance to pose. Just tell me how you want me. [Something comfortable that won't mess up the art too badly if Lup starts fidgeting out of boredom.]
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I can think of plenty of positions I'd want you in.
[The next sound is the audible slapping of her own hand over her mouth, effectively muffling anything that may have come after that part. Just kill her. Just kill her right now it would be kinder. When she thinks she has her shit compiled, she starts trying to speak again, moving her fingers enough so Lup can hear her.]
-- For the painting, I mean. Whatever's comfortable for the painting and anything else you might want to do, I mean--
[Nope nope hand over mouth again she can do this one handed. She can write with both hands, she can paint with them too, this is so fine. Lup can still probably hear the next sentence through her fingers.]
You know, I'm beginning to hope you just light me directly on fire.
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Shit, Luce. [Lup giggles while her long legs stretch out in front of her on the perfect grass. She leans back on her hands, gaze finally drifting back to the other woman. It's impossible to ignore how red the two of them are, just what secrets are itching to be aired after being kept hidden for so long.] All you ever had to do was ask, y'know. To, uh, get me in any of those positions. [a beat, before she adds, teasingly,] For painting. Natch.
[Lucretia is clearly mortified, but the elf just laughs again at her desperate plea to be set aflame. It's never going to be that easy to get away from Lup now, Lucretia.] If you need a minute or two to catch your breath before you start sketchin' shit out, you could come pop a squat next to me. [Lup runs her hand along the grass, right at the empty space next to her.]
Grass is pretty cozy.
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She walks away from the easel, from the supplies, and sits down next to Lup, putting her hand over where the other woman's is out in the grass.]
Yes. I suppose it is.
[She should say something, but she can't think of a single word. Maybe that's a blessing. She also feels impossibly sick.]
I'm... I'm sorry. Today's been messy. It's been a long time since I haven't been able to edit what I say.
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This makes everything so much easier on her. It makes a lot of years spent waifing around in uncertainty seem wasted.
The other woman joins her on the lawn and Lup wastes no time in slipping a slender arm around Lucretia's middle and dragging her backwards onto the grass, so they can lay sprawled out there under the sun together. The elf rolls over onto her side and props herself up on a pointed elbow, before her free hand is slipping forward to dance along the other woman's neck.]
Hey, I'm into it. [Her fingers trail up over the other woman's jaw, all the way up to her ear, Lup's gaze following their path.] I like getting to hear your thoughts. All the shit you'd never say with gettin' trashed first. [Lup's mouth twitches, unable to hide her grin.] And you used to talk some mad shit when you'd get trashed.
[Her touch slips across Lucretia's cheekbone, brushing against flushed skin.] But we always had a lot of fun, huh? We'd take over your room and just lose hours together. Wear each other's clothes and bitch about the crew. Or we'd wake up with your fingers tangled in my hair and me clingin' to you like a lil' gremlin. [The memories leave Lup feeling warm and just impossibly happy. They were some of her favorite memories of her time on the Starblaster.
Her fingers finally come to a stop right over Lucretia's lips, pressing softly there, Lup's gaze finally flicking up to meet the other woman's.]
I really want to smooch your brains out.
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But Lup speaks, and draws her back, and she finds herself smiling too.]
Well, you wouldn't exactly be close-lipped yourself. I recall a number of horrifyingly explicit conversations about the dick parade we found ourselves with.
[Maybe this is all just a dream. She'll wake up, like Lup said, and Lucretia will be able to feel her hair in her fingers and love in her heart and let it thrum, just a bit heavily, while the other woman slept. Isn't that the best she could hope for? Isn't it all she can hope for?
It's not. Because Lup draws her back again, finger on her lips, and Lucretia feels like her heart has stopped.
For a moment, she doesn't feel old at all. She feels the fantasy, fully in her body, as if her hands aren't rougher and her skin not as smooth, not that spry near immortal girl suspended in time. They can't. She-- she can't, this can't be happening. After all this time, after every quiet year and moment of companionship and reaching, just-- barely reaching for something she knows she can't grasp and it's in front of her. It's in front of her and she can't.
But she does.]
Please.
[Oh, please.]
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And then Lup rolls over onto her back, grinning up at the clear sky above them, her arms folded casually behind her head.]
Maybe later.
[But there's no hiding the sparkle of her eyes or the way the tips of her ears twitch as the elf's smile goes impossibly wide and toothy, like she's barely able to keep from laughing.]
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She lays there, staring up at the sky. That was it. The most professional of goofs. The gag that has officially killed her. That's it! Pack up and go home everybody! She's been fighting a nigh immortal horror for over a hundred years but nope, this is it, this is what's gonna do it!!!
Lucretia doesn't even realize she isn't breathing until she finally has to exhale, a sigh heavier than she wanted it as she continues to stare pointedly upward and her lips crease into a tight line. This. This is the nightmare scenario. That's fuckin' it.]
Well. I suppose you're on the edge of having a good laugh now, aren't you. The most carefully placed goof in all of time and space.
[There isn't malice in her tone, just... resignation. A little hopelessness. It's fine. This is fine.
She's going back to hoping Lup will just light her on fire again.]
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Lucretia sounds resigned, like all hope is lost and she's just been trapped in the most elaborate goof of all, and Lup can't help but snort to herself as she stares up at the same sky, rolling her eyes up at the clouds that slowly drift over them. For being promoted to Madame Director, the woman's just as clueless as she's always been.
Lup would find it a lot more aggravating if she wasn't so used to it by now.]
You know me. [And Lucretia would feel Lup's palm suddenly pressing into her own, warm, calloused fingers twining with hers.] Always go for the goof.
[Then, without any warning, Lup's rolling just enough to shift herself upwards, over the other woman, blocking Lucretia's view of the sky above. The sunshine from behind Lup gives the elf a slight halo of blinding light silhouetting her head, making it more difficult to see the way her eyes crinkle in delight as she looks down at Lucretia, the touch of softness twisting at her lips. But then Lup's free palm is coming up to press against Lucretia's cheek as the elf leans in close to kiss her.
Lup's never been the type to deny herself anything. And goof or not, this is exactly what she's wanted for some time.]
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As soon as their lips meet, Lucretia's free hand goes upward, brushing upwards over one of Lup's ears to snake fingers into her hair, soft and tender. She doesn't demand, doesn't force this, but she isn't uninterested or pliant. Lucretia pulls Lup closer like if she was uninterested she would only be so in ever having distance between them again, as if she was pliant she would be only to press her body closer and meld together in mouths and hands and soft hair. She has wanted so much, for so long, and never as much as this. Nothing as much as this.
Lucretia deepens the kiss in less than a minute, her fingers drawing small movements into Lup's head, as if she could stay here forever.]
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There's no way Lucretia would be able to miss the way Lup's mouth curls into a grin while they kiss, pulling away just barely to mutter a playful--] Someone's eager. [--Before she's letting Lucretia draw her closer, chasing right back after her lips.
It's a kiss that they've both been waiting decades for, so Lup takes her time, more slow and soft than she normally ran, committing the other woman's lips to memory. The warm palm caressing at Lucretia's cheek slips upward across her skin, fingers dancing across the sharp cut of her jaw, her beautiful cheekbones, running carefully over the lines that were a constant reminder of how much time had passed for her and not Lup. But her touches are full of admiration and fondness, not something sadder. She hates that Lucretia ever had to go without her at all, though maybe they can make up for that lost time here in this place instead.]
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She has to break for air just a moment, not breathing as well as she wants through her nose, just to whisper out a bit more truth, a sincerity she hadn't meant to say so early but couldn't avoid.]
I've wanted this for so long. I didn't think--
[No, no it's more kissing time, fuck feelings. Hell, for Lup, forget her words. She wants to make them perfect, and this is the best inspiration she has.]
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They can talk later. Maybe. Does it even really matter? What more could be said that wasn't already left unspoken there beneath each amazing kiss they shared?
So no more talk, no more truth, no more anything but this new closeness. Sounds like a pretty good afternoon to Lup.]