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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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PURGING CONTENT

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

bar man

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[The casino isn't exactly Caitlyn's favorite place to hang out. Her fiancée, Vi, enjoys it a bit more, and while she can enjoy herself too, tonight she's here on business.

Okay, unofficial business.

Very unofficial business.

She's not even been accepted into the police academy yet, but she's been snooping around, even since she caught wind of something shady going down at the casino.

She's just here to sight see and people watch, and where better than to start at the bar? She can get a good line of sight on most of what is happening, plus, maybe the bartender has seen a few sketchy things. She'll have to play it careful, who knows if the staff is already paid off for the silence. So, for now, she's just trying to blend in.]

A glass of champagne, please.

[feintofhart]

[ Vi, Claude is familiar with. In this town that feels as though it's built of happily-ever-afters, she's one of the few people around here that feels a little more like him. Her fiancee? He's a little less familiar with, only having seen her in glimpses here and there. But clearly Vi sees something in her, so he greets her with a warm smile. ]

A glass of champagne coming right up, Miss, [ he says, turning to pop a bottle open and pour her a lovely flute of bubbly. He has a generous pour. That's by design; the more people drink, the more they gamble. ]

Are you celebrating something?

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Thank you.

[Caitlyn recognized Claude, of course. Even if she didn't know Vi's friend to the same degree, she felt a little safer coming to him at the bar rather than someone else. She didn't know if he was involved in what ever shady business was happening here, and she wasn't about to ask Vi or drag her into it, so she's just running off the hope that he's trustworthy.]

Sort of? I'm taking an entrance exam soon, so I suppose it's more a case of wishful thinking.

[feintofhart]

Hah! Celebrating before the exam, huh? Don't call it wishful thinking. Call it manifestation. It's always worked for me. [ No, it hasn't. But he slides the flute over anyway, leaning forward on the bar and resting his chin on the heel of his hand. He and Vi may chat, but he doesn't know a lot about her lady love, and now is an excellent time to find out more. ]

What's the entrance exam for, anyway? Anything interesting? Don't tell me it's for accounting, or anything like that; I know you must have something cool up your sleeve.

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Yes. Manifestation. I like that. [Caitlyn slips her hand around the flute of champagne, lifting it to her lips for a sip. Delicious and bubbly, just like she likes it. The sip gives her a moment to decide how to proceed. She knows he's familiar with Vi, but she's not entirely sure if that means she can trust him. But then again, if he knows Vi, he might know about her some already. She can't lie-- shouldn't lie, just in case.]

A bit more interesting than that. I'm actually hoping to get into the police academy.

[The wannabe detective can't help herself. She wants to make the world a better place, and not by using power and money like her parents. She wants to be on the streets, making a real difference. It's probably laughable, and maybe a bit surprising, given Vi's own history with the law.]

[feintofhart]

The police academy! Now that is interesting. [ He leans on the counter, chin in palm of his hand, flashing her a coy grin. ] It'll be nice to have a woman on the inside to make sure Vi doesn't get in trouble next time she whallops some asshole.

Joking, of course! I'm sure she'll make sure to do it when you won't be compromised, [ he says, winking at her. He's not sure how he feels about being acquainted with a future policeman, all things considered. He dabbles in enough illegal activity here, but none he believes he'd be held personally responsible for. He's good at staying just far away enough from it all to avoid getting his hands dirty. ]

What made you go into that line of work?