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IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY

March 11. The sun is shining, streaming in perfect sunbeams through uncovered windows. Birds and animals twitter outside, basking in trees that are verdant green and full of life. Outside, the town begins to wake, stirring to life with the sounds of ordinary everyday happenings. Footsteps, carts rolling down the road, the distant sound of friendly neighbors greeting each other.

And you–you have lived here your whole life. Or maybe you’re a visitor to this fine town. Either way, you’re a neighbor here, too.

Aldrip is having another beautiful day.

i. OUR TOWN

The town square is a bustling place to be for locals, and this week is no exception. Aldrip is a vibrant swell of activity: stores, stalls, and stands all open their doors precisely on time, welcoming the new day. Things are quiet, theoretically, while the local school is in session, but anyone playing hooky won’t get a second glance. Everything is fine! It’s too nice a day to be inside, anyway.

(Just like all the other days before, all too nice to waste.)

That being said, Aldrip is not without its own brand of nuisance. Fairies are rarely seen in town, these days, but this week, they seem to be in fine form. They can be found playing harmless tricks on people: taking things from them and moving them somewhere else, rolling carts when no one is holding onto them, mostly-unscrewing screws that hold together mechanical parts… They avoid magical pranks, for now, but these mundane tricks are such a nuisance! They even pull all of the wares out of a local vendor’s stall: dozens and dozens of colorful, patterned scarves. They had been on “deep discount,” leftovers from some “Day of Devotion” event, but the discount is about to get even deeper, on account of how dirty they are.

ii. TEMPTING FATE

A recent expedition to the Lorentia Caves uncovered a hidden gem–literally. Enterprising rock enthusiasts have brought back wheelbarrows full of round geodes, and have made a game out of cracking them open. Geodes that are green inside will get a lavish prize: a stay at a local spa or a gift card to a fancy restaurant. Purple or red inside will get a free drink at the local coffee shop, or a small gift card to use at a local shop. Brown or clear gems get nothing special–but you get to keep the rocks! They hold no special properties, but can be nice to look at and make great paper weights, and some of them almost seem to

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Occasionally, very occasionally, breaking open one of these rocks causes it to crumble, becoming little more than gray ash. Static pops across the surface before it disintegrates.

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Those who have found these ashen geodes will find that memories of them disappear just as soon as they turn away from what they’ve just seen.

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Anyway.

No one quite knows where the pop-up casino came from, but it’s doing a bustling business at night. Now, this establishment is small, nowhere near the size of the one in the past, and is not nearly as expansive. Nonetheless, it helps create a thriving nightlife in town: there’s games, drinking, dancing, and all sorts of fun. Locals are encouraged to participate either by attending or working, or even performing in some way!

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iii. LOST AND FOUND

You wake in a maze surrounded by fog. You have no memory of entering the maze. You have no idea which direction you might have come from. You are simply here, and there seems to be no exit above. So. The only way is forward.

You may be alone, or have company. Either way, aside from you and any other characters you may find, the maze seems empty. Without end. Without purpose.

Whatever twists and turns you take, all will eventually find themselves in the center, in their own time. There is nothing here, either, except for an overwhelming sense of aloneness. There is nothing here. There is nothing there.

There is nothing–

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You wake up.

It’s another beautiful day in Aldrip.

Like all the days before and all the days after, your morning proceeds apace. You start your morning, you say hello to friends and neighbors. You…

… you find something unusual in an area you frequent. An item. It’s small, and somehow, it’s something you think you should know. Some will feel compelled to pick these items up. Some will feel a deep sense of unease when looking at them, and refuse to interact. Turning your back on these items will cause them to disappear. You won’t have to worry about that anymore. Not on this beautiful day.

Picking up the items causes a rush of information to flood your mind. Something like a memory plays in your head: the person in this memory looks and sounds like you. But…you don’t remember living that life, or doing those things. So how does it feel so real?

Throughout the rest of the event, these items will continue appearing. Characters are free to interact with them or ignore them as you see fit. Regaining more memories means they may regain their powers, as well, though whether they remember how to control them is another story.

These memories will feature prominently in the event poll that goes up after this, and your choice of how many memories they regain (or don’t) may have a lasting effect on your character. Not filling it out will also have an impact on them. So please make sure to fill out the poll!

iv. MISSING LINKS

As this strange memory phenomenon takes over Aldrip, other odd things begin to happen. It’s small, at first, and barely notable except that it renders Aldrip slightly less idyllic than usual. There are a few clouds in the sky. You may get caught in a passing rain shower, or maybe sleep through your alarm…

It gets worse.

The end of the month crawls ever closer, slow and steady. As it does, things begin to go missing. Small things, at first: personal possessions, the lunch left in the break room, flyers that look like maybe they were torn down in the town square. Is someone thieving? Here? In Aldrip?? You’ve never known Aldrip to have a problem with crime. Everything is so…

…

Pleasant.

Everyone becomes a suspect. It could have been your neighbor who took your wallet, or a coworker. Maybe your friend took that bracelet from the counter while you weren’t looking. But close to the end of the month, this starts getting bigger. What happened to that tree along the path you walk every day? Wasn’t there a butcher shop on the corner there? Where have all the birds gone?

ERROR: DATA LOST

Things go missing.

They keep going missing.

Why have they disappeared?

And…where have they gone?

v. THE COUNTDOWN

Sunday, March 31.

It’s raining.

It never rains like this in Aldrip.

Characters wake in the morning to anxiety twisting in the pit of their stomach, inexplicable and impossible to trace. As the day wears on, this sense of foreboding ramps up. Characters may even see significant numbers throughout the day that seem to count…down.

Twelve. Morning. How funny, to see these recurrences. Odd.

Eight. Seven. Around noon. This must be a coincidence, and yet, you cannot help but wonder if it is meaningful.

Four. Late afternoon. Wonder and curiosity are replaced by dread. Whatever is at the end of this countdown–it feels like a finality. Terrifying and unknown.

Two. Night. Those going to bed will find their sleep restless and filled with bad dreams.

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One. Midnight. The clock strikes twelve, and whatever your character is doing–sleeping, waking, etc–the whole of existence seems to blink out.

(Info about what happens after this will be forthcoming in the event poll results and April’s SOTG.)

vi. WILDCARD

Go wild! We know that you all have plotted extensively for this event, so go ahead and do what you'd like with it!

♡

Comments

why's the sky not red

[entreats]

[ Ange kind of stumbles when she suddenly feels someone larger than her bumping into her.

Thankfully she manages to remain upright, keeping her balance enough to keep from toppling over, but she does look a little bit surprised that someone suddenly walked into her in the first place. When she glances over with wide, surprised eyes, the surprise in said eyes only grows even stronger when she realises she recognizes the person who bumped into her. ]

.. Scott?

[ Wait, is he.. walking around with his eyes closed?

The confusion is so obvious in the girl's tone when she speaks. ]

Are you okay? [ He definitely does not look okay?? ]

[laserguy]

[Almost automatically, Scott apologizes to the person that he bumped into, because isn't that super rude of him. Not watching where he's going and knocking into someone else, what if they were eating something or drinking something and he ruined that? Wow, way to go and ruin someone else's perfect day in Aldrip!!

Doesn't stop him from closing his eyes though. He... he feels like he shouldn't, not without glasses on him?? But he's never worn glasses before.]

...Ange?

[There's some relief in his voice when he hears her calls out to him, because at least it's someone he knows, a friend that's close to him. He turns his scrunched face over to her, looking just a bit unsettled, certainly an odd look for Scott Summers.] I... I think so? I think I just have a headache or something.

[entreats]

Is that why you have your eyes closed?

[ Obviously he knows he's keeping his eyes closed too. There's no way he could be shutting them that tightly and intensely without knowing, after all. But it's definitely an odd sight, even more so now she's looking at it so directly, his gaze turned towards her.

What, is the light just too.. intense for him? All of a sudden?

She doesn't think Scott has ever really seemed sickly enough to be this affected out of nowhere. ]

You look like you're only going to hurt yourself more if you keep doing that. [ There's definitely some worry in her tone as she says that. Scott, this can't be good for you? ]

[laserguy]

I... I know I should open them, but.

[He's scared, he's afraid, that's honestly the main thing that's pushing him more than any actual headache. His brain really doesn't hurt in that way, he's just scared of himself for some reason. What if he hurts her? By... by opening his eyes? It sounds ridiculous, and Scott's also scared of saying any of this out loud. What if Ange thinks he's a total freak and runs off?

...Not that he can envision her doing something like that. She's just not that kind of person.]

I feel like I shouldn't. [Even if he doesn't want to admit that he's afraid, it's clear by his voice that he is.]

[entreats]

[ This is definitely weird as hell. If it was a total stranger, Ange would have just walked away at this point, convinced there was just some crazy person wandering out here talking nonsense.

But this isn't a stranger. It's Scott. He wouldn't just be saying this for no reason - unless he was playing a prank on her, but Ange doesn't think he'd take it this far. He wouldn't want to make her actually worried about him, right? ]

.. why.. do you feel that way?

[ Her question sounds a little uncertain. Mostly because of how crazy this entire situation is.

But there's definitely audible worry in it too, because if this is a serious thing, it doesn't exactly seem good. ]

[laserguy]

[The audible worry in Ange's voice makes him feel a little bad, because he hates worrying his friends like this, but maybe a little selfishly, he feels almost comforted by it. Sure, he's the kid that gets along with everyone in town, but it still feels nice to feel cared for. Maybe remnants of his time as an orphan, but Scott can't fully shove down those feelings, so he doesn't try very hard to push Ange away.

Besides, she wouldn't want that either, right? He can totally imagine her frowning at him with that stern face, hands on her hips and telling him he's being an idiot. ...Not to mention, he's genuinely a little scared about what's going on with everything-- with him. Maybe it was a fluke?]

I-I feel like I'm going to hurt someone. [His voice drops lower, suddenly flinching as a vision crops in: Ange buried beneath some rubble and this time, he visibly flinches, whole body tensing as a loud gasp leaves him. W-what was that? He squeezes his eyes harder, this time bringing his hands up to cover his eyes.]

I'm going to hurt you. I-I saw it! [His voice shakes.]

[entreats]

Scott!

[ Her tone is a weird mixture as she speaks up, but it's definitely emotional. It's half-worried about him, and half-huffy, like she's about to scold him for acting like this in the first place. Mostly because it's worrying her. All of this is so strange, and she truly can't tell where any of these fears of his are coming from.

She swears to god, if someone gave him something dumb to drink or some sort of weird drugs or something, she's going to kick their asses. ]

Scott, I'm fine. How would you even hurt me?

[ She reaches out, attempting to peel his hands from his face so she can instead hold his hands in her own. ]

Whatever feeling you're having, it's wrong. You're not the kind of guy who hurts anyone, you know that.