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

[backpacking]

[ Ellie turns at the sound of her name and laughs when she sees what Max is indicating. With a grin, the younger girl winds up and swings... and then misses, sending the plate crashing nearby. ]

Again! [ She demands, holding the candlestick like a batter. She bounces a bit to the music, too, and though this might throw off her aim, it's too fun to stop. ] I've got it this time!

[mypartnerintime]

Strike! [Max calls in an exaggerated voice. She picks up another plate and winds up like an over-enthusiastic kid, before pitching it underhand at Ellie.

Maybe a little too close to Ellie's face, but... well, she's a quick girl, right?]

[backpacking]

Whoa - [ Ellie moves out of the way as the plate goes whizzing past her, laughing a little when it smashes behind her. ] Man, that was a bad pitch. Give me something I can work with!

[ AKA, that one was a 'ball,' not a strike. Or so she'll claim. ]

[mypartnerintime]

[Max's cheeks turn a little pink. Alright, yeah, she's bad at this. But by her count she's smashed two plates and Ellie's missed two, so...

Ugh it's so tempting to pull out the rewind and mess with it. But... that'd be immature.

Then again...

No care, no care in the world..., the song goes on its fifth or sixth repetition.

Max takes another plate and gestures with it, making sure Ellie sees it coming.]

One, two, aaaand...

[Throw!]

[backpacking]

[ This time is a winner. Ellie swings and hits, smashing the plate into shards, after which she recoils to protect her face, but laughs. ]

Score! Nice one! [ She offers the candlestick to Max with a grin. ] You should give this a try. Maybe not... for baseball, 'cause I'm not sure I'd be any good at pitching, but for smashing stuff up.

[ It's very cathartic, she's finding. ]

[mypartnerintime]

[She takes the candlestick with a grin, adrenaline pumping.]

Not fair! I'm sure you're a natural at pitching.

[Come on, give her one try. Just one. Before it stops feeling like a good idea, before the shitstorm this event is works its way back into their brains. She takes a few steps away and faces the other girl, waving the candlestick.]

[backpacking]

Uh, no way. [ She denies the accusation, but... gives in anyway, shrugging before winding up. ]

She shoots, sheeeee...!

[ Waits for Max as she tosses the ball, amazingly getting the pitch somewhere in her general vicinity. ]

1/2

[mypartnerintime]

[Max grins as she follows the plate with her eyes, passing just within her reach. But she doesn't move to hit it.

She might have hit it if she tried, and rewinding is totally unnecessary, but... as long as they're being irresponsible, Max might as well go all the way.]

Oops.

[Max can't keep a small laugh out of her voice. She holds up a hand to Ellie as though to keep her from speaking.

Her fingers curl as though gripping something; and on cue the familiar sensation of rewinding time overwhelms her.

Wind whipping through her hair and clothes; the song playing in reverse; a shattered plate reassembles itself and bounds off the floor, arcing toward Ellie's hand...

Max watches the movement of the plate, remembering exactly the point where it passes nearest to her. Before it completes its entire trip back to Ellie, Max lets her arm fall, and the music-

2/2

[mypartnerintime]

[-bursts back into its normal flow. The plate arcs through the air, from Ellie's hand toward Max's general vicinity.

And Max's arm is already out, the candlestick in the way, so the plate smashes against the stick like it's the easiest thing in the world. The ceramic pieces fall to the floor with a clatter against all the other debris the two girls have made so far.]

Scores.

[Max says it with a smug smile.]

[backpacking]

Whoa! [ Having not seen her miss, Ellie assumes the other girl had scored a "home run" all along. ] Did not see that coming. Shoot, you're good at this!

[ Time to step up her game. Ellie grabs another breakable object and winds up dramatically, giving Max time to prepare. ]

Here goes. [ And she lobs another one, hoping to trip Max up this time to avoid looking like she's much worse than her friend... ]

[mypartnerintime]

[Max's smile turns into a grin. Okay, okay, she cheated- Ellie doesn't have to know that, but Max isn't gonna push it too far. The object Ellie throws this time is much smaller, a teacup, and Max swings at it but misses.

It's again tempting to rewind, but she still has some self control. And she really doesn't want a migraine right now.]

Aaand that's a fail. [The cup breaks as it hits the floor. Max watches the pieces scatter, letting her arms fall limp to her sides.] Whew.

[backpacking]

Bummer. [ Ellie chuckles, planting a hand on her hip. ] And you did such a good job on that first one, too.

[ Eh, this one had been a smaller target. Easier to miss. ]

Maybe we should just go full-blown rampage now? Skip the baseball?

[ Her desire to Hulk Smash has still not been totally sated. ]

[mypartnerintime]

[Max looks at Ellie with some surprise. Man, this idea really caught on, huh? But who's Max to stop the other girl?]

You bet!

[Max grips the candlestick and takes a swing at some saucers arrayed neatly on a table, sending them flying to the walls and floors with a loud crash. She lets the excitement carry her forward, working her way through the room, leaving a trail of ceramic bits in her wake.

And the more she does it, the less it seems crazy. The more it feels like a natural thing to do.]

[backpacking]

[ It really does help. Ellie joins her friend in parading around the room in a destructive sweep, knocking just about everything off the shelves and tables and sending them crashing to the floor. Maybe this is a touch dangerous, given all the broken shards, but she doesn't care. It's therapeutic. ]

Is anything left? [ She calls from across the room, hands on her knees as she catches her breath. How long had it been since they'd started, since they'd come down from the roof to try and feel better? Thank god Max had made this suggestion, or Ellie might've still been up there, sulking. ]

How're you doing over there?

[mypartnerintime]

[Max surveys the room, admiring the wreckage as her shoes crunch the bits all over the floor. She'd destroyed every breakable thing she could see in her side of the room and ended a little earlier than Ellie. The last seconds were spent watching Ellie wreck shit. Wondering if this is actually a good thing for the girl- if Max is being a bad influence.

Max. A bad influence. She chuckles to herself.]

I think the room has finally surrendered. [She fiddles with her phone, cutting off the music. It leaves a sudden, deep silence.] I'm okay. Good even. [A far cry from how she was feeling earlier. She grins at Ellie, sheepish.] You?

[backpacking]

I saw the white flag and I accept. [ She grins cheekily across the room. ] Feeling pretty good about it.

[ The metaphor for smashing up all their negative feelings is there, and it's effective. ]

Thanks for suggesting this. [ Ellie says, a little breathless. ] It... really helped.

[mypartnerintime]

[Max smiles, looking away. It helped, huh? That's a good feeling, too.]

...Thanks for saying yes. I totally would've chickened out if you hadn't agreed. Couldn't have done it without you.

[She's tempted to ruffle Ellie's hair like she's a kid, but... nah. She settles for extending her arm, inviting the other girl for a fist bump.

It's not everyday you find someone you're comfortable destroying tableware with.]

[backpacking]

You could've done it without me, but I'm glad you didn't. This was awesome.

[ Destructive, obviously, but so cathartic. She looks genuinely at ease as she returns the fist bump. ]

I'm glad we're friends. [ She states, grinning. ] ... You know what I mean. I'm glad I met you.

[mypartnerintime]

[Max shakes her head. She really couldn't have. But she's not going to insist on the point.

She grins at Ellie.]

Yeah. Me too. And if you ever need to wreck some other shit, I've got your back.

[Hopefully this will be limited to plates and similar things, because Max isn't great at destroying anything less delicate.]