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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.

ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED
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

[laserguy]

[It's strange, but he suddenly gets the urge to ask for Yu's glasses, but they're not the right... color? The lens aren't red, so they wouldn't work. It's such a weird thought to have and it's nearly overwhelming, maybe just the after effects of that light hitting him? Probably true to some degree, but it's not going to be a simple explanation, is it?]

...You're sure?

[He asks, a little unsure, because he was really close to his friend and looked pretty scary. However, there's a certain level of belief in Yu's voice, like he just knows that their disappearing friend wouldn't harm him. Guess there's little point prodding about it, since he's no longer around. Not to mention Yu's asking him something that he's been trying to ignore, but it's getting impossible now.

At least he can talk about this with a good friend. Yu wouldn't judge him, right? And he wouldn't judge him.]

Yeah. [He quietly confirms as one hand reaches up to ruffle his own hair.] ...They've felt like memories to me. All coated in red. [He brings his hand back down, wincing a little.]

Well, except one.

[izanagis]

I'm-- [sure, he almost says, and then realizes he doesn't know how he would be. It looked like a monster, almost -- why in the world wouldn't it hurt him? Isn't that just what monsters do?

... ... ... But he is. He realizes that after a moment.] I'm sure. Yeah.

[Somehow, that doesn't make it any better. It's going to bother him for a while, he's sure, but...the creature is gone, and Scott is here, so he chooses to change his focus, at least for now. Maybe if they all start exchanging more information, they can figure out what's going on here. Maybe even how to stop it.]

In red? [That makes a change. He doesn't sound judgmental at all, just surprised.] I've been having things like that, too...just not in different colors. Any idea why they might have been like that?

[Somehow...that seems significant.]

[laserguy]

[He's sure then. Guess that's settled. At least it's obvious that Yu definitely isn't injured in any way and even the light that slammed into him didn't feel painful. In fact, it felt... kind of revealing in a way. Like it was the truth that he's supposed to chase. It was so short though, brief like everything else. In a way, it should be more worrying.

But... well, he doesn't know. He'll just trust Yu, because that feels good. That has always felt good to him, even though everything's so fucking weird now.]

So, everything's the right color for you, huh? [Is he really the only person that's seen those weird visions in one color? It basically confirms that Scott is the oddity in this case, some weirdo. He brings a hand up to his eyes once more, as if expecting something to... maybe shoot out from them. That's not possible though, it's something straight out of a comic book.]

Sometimes, when I have one of those visions, I... feel afraid of hurting someone with my eyes. That I can blow something up just by looking at it.

[He sends a helpless smile at Yu.] Weird, huh?

[izanagis]

[There is something so unsettling about all of this, so deeply, fundamentally wrong. It's like he's beginning to doubt the life he's always known, like he's no longer certain the world is real. Beneath the yawning abyss of worry that causes is the underlying nervous question: is he losing his mind? Are all of them? If it's not just him, then what on earth is happening?

But-- the fact is that it seems it's been happening for Scott, too.]

Yeah. I never noticed anything unusual about colors.

[Which is another worrying thought. Why, and how, is Scott seeing the world in red...? Scott tries to smile, but Yu looks nothing but worried, at least at first.]

That is pretty weird. [He doesn't want to lie and say something like he's sure it'll be fine. He's not sure about that at all. There's something within him, too, that he's just barely keeping a lid on. Some voice or personality yearning to get out, and the fact that he doesn't know what it is scares the hell out of him. But worrying themselves into a panic isn't going to help anyone or anything. So, after a moment, he ventures a bit of a smile.] ... For what it's worth, your eyes look just fine, to me.

[laserguy]

Thanks, just let me know if they start looking weird. Or red.

[For once, he really feels kind of... hopeless, at least unable to really think of anything to make his friend feel better. But he doesn't want to do nothing, so he lifts a hand to place on Yu's shoulder, squeezing it lightly as he returns his smile with a slightly strained one. Well, even though things are going crazy and they might be losing their minds, at least... they have each other? Scott doesn't feel completely alone yet and as long as that feeling lasts, he thinks he can keep going. Face that abyss and dive right into it.

Hopefully Yu feels the same way.]

We'll get through this together, okay? We're still friends, I know that for sure.

[izanagis]

[Yu breathes out a soft exhale, just a bit shy of a chuckle.]

Would it be too much if I say "I'll keep an eye out"?

[Levity is becoming easier by the moment, but he still feels worried. Still-- it's not lost on him that Scott is trying to reassure him. The hand on his shoulder helps, and he offers a small, grateful smile to show for it.]

Together. [He brings a hand up, placing it over Scott's for a moment before it goes back to his pocket. Somehow, just that one word is a comfort. It's strange, because he's just...used to being on his own, usually. "Together?" Being part of a group, a team? It's-- not how he does things, usually.]

So-- what kind of memories were they? If you don't mind sharing.