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Event - Connectivity

Connectivity

➥ Misinformed

Black background with the numbers 404 written in bold white text, the numbers are glitching and fragmented
(cw: theft, home invasion, paranoia)

The years have gone missing. Something's taking the books and papers from homes and libraries, even shops. Tracking it headed your way. -CP

You might be one of those the cryptic message is delivered to directly if you met and worked with Cindy Parsons, a local newscaster from Wolf Pen, WV. They seem to be making good on a promise to help a select few out after the people of ADI stopped an apocalypse ritual on their doorstep. If you didn't get a direct message, you might hear murmurs of it from various sources around ADI HQ. Gossip has a way of spreading, especially when there's some potential supernatural threat in it.

Sure enough, for intrepid researchers, they'll be able to find news reports of a strange series of threats heading from West Virginia toward Gloucester, starting with Cindy's reporting about a town about 20 miles north of Wolf Pen. Every book and newspaper, whether physical or digital, that was published in the year 2020 seems to have disappeared within certain towns. Local police are flummoxed.

And then it hits Gloucester.

The public library puts out a request for any information on the missing materials as well as a request for donations to replace their books and other printed materials. Who would do this? While replacing digital items is time-consuming and costly, the physical copies of things are even harder to manage, especially with so many libraries in the region being hit by this effect. The year 2020 has been wiped out.

Everyone will find that their own personal libraries/information stores have been picked clean, as well. Homes that seem secure will always have some sort of evidence of potential breaking and entering. However safe you thought you were in your home, however safe your coveted knowledge, it can disappear in an instant.

The library has requested volunteers assist in raising money for them to replace everything as quickly as possible, in the event the knowledge fiends who did this can't be found. Community-minded individuals might defy ADI's guidance and take up their own volunteer efforts, interacting with locals to knock on doors, start a bake sale, or start some kind of money-making activity to assist the library.

Those with more caution in their step will be tasked by ADI with searching Dogtown for the missing materials. They have a hunch about this. Maybe it will prove fruitful.

➥ Misplaced

A black background with a picture of shattered blue-tinted glass, the shards of the glass suggest a spherical shape to the original object
(cw: cuts, wounds, foreign objects embedded in flesh, supernaturally-induced apathy)

un: gracefully
Everyone, this is Neil Grace, Head of Security. We have a problem on our hands. A field agent recently returned to Gloucester with a cursed artifact that shattered upon entry into town. This field agent failed to inform anyone for several days as they tried to fix the problem themselves. They are being dealt with.

What we know right now is that the artifact was a crystal, something associated with the Lonely. It may be responsible for the recent disappearance of printed materials from around Gloucester and elsewhere in the country. I've attached a location pin that should give you the point for where the crystal shattered. We're getting reports that people living in that area are displaying unusual behavior. Please work in teams of at least two. Be careful, and avoid touching crystal pieces where possible.

- Neil

It's easy enough to find the park where the shattering happened. There's an unnatural quiet and emptiness throughout the park with pockets of sound. Eagle-eyed (or just persistent) individuals will be able to track down shards of crystal that have embedded themselves into trees and along the ground. Given the distance they seem to be from the initial shatter point, it's clear some supernatural force was involved in flinging these things.

Anyone spending a decent amount of time at or around the park will begin to note that it's not just the environment that's off here, but some of the people, too. That guy you spotted on a bench, ostensibly watching some squirrels? He hasn't moved. It's hard to tell if he's even breathing, but approach him, and he'll glance up before looking away again. There's no affect on his face, no real engagement. Trying to talk to him will garner painfully slow and mono-syllabic responses. There's just no life or personality to him. And the longer you talk, the more the cold seeps in. It's getting harder to care about what you were doing. Maybe this guy has it right. Just do nothing. Stop trying.

You might still spot the wound on his neck and the glinting shard of crystal that seems to be embedded there. But do you even want to bother? It's hard to summon the will to do so when the important things stop mattering and thoughts of other people slip away.

➥ Missed Connections

A piece of lined paper with indistinct cursive letters written on it in black ink, two lines have been written and a pen tip is pointed down into the paper, starting a third
(cw: socioeconomic disaster; scarcity)

There aren't further network communications regarding the state of the search for the crystal shards...because sometime in the afternoon after Neil's message goes out, there simply aren't any more network communications at all. As the day goes on, the initial assumption is that ADI's internet provider is falling down on the job, leaving headquarters, official housing, and ADI-networked devices without access. The same is true over at Bonnie's Flophouse, though, and local staff soon realize and reveal that their own home internet and phone services are no longer working. All internet, cell phone, and landline services are down for the count...making it a little difficult to immediately figure out just how widespread the problem is.

It's treated as a minor inconvenience around ADI for the first few days. Surely things will get back up and running soon, everyone will get a rote apology from their service providers, and it will turn out to be the result of vandals or some accident taking down a major fiber optic cable–it wouldn't be the first time that's happened in the USA. There's a lot of grumbling around the offices thanks to frustration over lack of access to electronic records and the need to tramp all over the building to track down a coworker and speak face to face instead of shooting off a quick message. Around Gloucester, businesses either close their doors or muddle through on a cash-only basis, reluctantly writing off a day or two of profits while they await the internet's return.

Except it simply...doesn't. Days turn into a week, and then two. What struck most as an inconvenience becomes a quiet, ongoing catastrophe. Hospitals and emergency services resort to whatever handheld radios they can get their hands on to deal with what patients they aren't able to reschedule or send out of town, with pharmacies and medical and veterinary offices scrambling to re-establish lines of communication via overworked staff physically relaying written messages across town. The supply chain all but grinds to a halt, so even after most local businesses reopen on a cash-only basis, shelves begin to go bare, leading to a panicked rush on what remains–mainly, over-the-counter medication and non-perishable food get bought up at accelerated rates and become increasingly scarce within Gloucester. Local banks are swarmed by residents attempting to withdraw what limited stores of cash are available, and even trusted customers who are able to access their accounts face days-long waiting periods. What's worse, the outage makes it impossible for ADI's off-worlders to access their salaries within Gloucester: the prepaid debit cards ADI uses to distribute payments can't be accepted by businesses and cash advance services have been toppled by the outage.

The outage includes Gloucester, Dogtown, and the surrounding small towns that rely on Gloucester for most of their services, but outside a certain radius it seems things are business as usual for the rest of the country (aside from national interest in Gloucester's strange ongoing disaster). It's possible to reach an area with internet and phone service within a day's drive in order to get cash and supplies from outside banks and businesses, but within a week the knock-on effects begin, with panic-buying and panic-withdrawals making supplies and cash increasingly hard to come by in the surrounding area. Within a week ADI begins doing their best to provide cash payment to staff in need, but the company and the banks on which it relies simply don't have enough cash on hand to pay out everyone's weekly salaries in full.

There are, indeed, apologies from service providers, their public statements provided both via the internet for the world at large, and via fliers within Gloucester. At first these apologies come alongside promises that services will be restored shortly, though there's a conspicuous lack of a promised timeline. As the outage drags on, though, the apologetic messages become more and more vague about what's being done to fix it, promising only that they are giving the matter their full attention.

There was a time when the world did not rely on the internet to function, and there are worlds where that's still the case. Here and now, though, it's becoming more and more clear how heavily everyone relies on those connections.

➥ Without a Trace

hand drawn picture of a the right side of a woman’s face, the left side, edges, and right ear are dispersing like tendrils of smoke
(cw: reality warping, memory loss, potential for gaslighting or misperceptions of self or reality)

Memory is such a delicate thing. It shapes everything from interactions to perception to sense of self, and yet can be malleable to all sorts of things: our conviction, another’s perception, or even injury.

It might not be noticeable at first, when the changes come. It might be little things here and there, barely worth commenting on like a misplaced pen. Maybe you don’t remember that restaurant being there….yet when you step inside, they greet you like you’ve been a regular for months. Maybe that coworker you’ve been chatting with daily is now a stranger. Maybe your best friend slowly fades out of thought and mind. Even if you knew them before arriving here.

Do you even remember the world you came from anymore? Do you truly?

For other people,it might be instantaneous. Waking up one morning reveals things aren’t as they should be, as friends and worlds simply vanish from your thoughts. There’s no rhyme or reason or promise that those who so adamantly claim to know you aren't simply lying. After all, everyone knows how insidious this place can be. Why….you’ve been here longer than most, haven’t you? You’d surely know better.

➥ Mod Notes

GENERAL - Players are welcome to play background NPCs for themselves when they are needed in a thread. If you need more information on general behavior for these types of NPCs, please feel free to ask! In general, the information provided in the prompts should be sufficient and ordinary people will act like… ordinary people! Although, the people of Gloucester seem to be becoming more and more aware of supernatural phenomenon and they are frightened by it. You're welcome to make up any details beyond that for your specific scene. Also, please remember that character deaths are permanent and plan accordingly!
MISINFORMED (16 January - Ongoing) - The books/newspapers/printed materials are simply gone from Gloucester. No amount of searching will dig them up, unfortunately. It's clearly some supernatural force that's removed them. The evidence of a break-in to their residence/wherever they're keeping their things will vary from very obvious to subtle, depending on what might invoke the most dread in a particular individual. ADI personnel will be particularly on alert at HQ as there seems to be evidence of a break-in there, as well, even if they can't trace the source.

Characters will need to reacquire things if they lost them from their personal library, and the Gloucester (and ADI) libraries being short on materials from 2020 will be an ongoing issue for the foreseeable future as replacements are tracked down. Characters who wish to volunteer are free to create whatever money-making endeavors they see fit. ADI leadership will be disapproving due to the potential danger associated with community outreach like that, but they're not going to actively stop anyone. Players are welcome to say their efforts are successful, but they should not be raising tens of thousands of dollars here. The locals of Gloucester are middle class for the most part, but they don't have that kind of spending money. Those who wish to investigate Dogtown, instead, are encouraged to submit search requests on the Dogtown Search page.
MISPLACED (17-31 January) - The shards have been flung improbably far afield with characters able to find them all over the park. It's not just people in the park at the moment who seem to have been hit with the shards, either. Teams might find themselves knocking on doors after spotting shattered windows or the like, only to find people who can't seem to be bothered to do anything about the damage or their situation. The apathy effect vanishes once the shard is removed from a person, but holding it will produce a lower grade apathy as well as a sense of emptiness in the person holding it. Smashing the crystals into smaller pieces will just scatter low-grade apathy across the ground for anyone to track into their homes.
MISSED CONNECTIONS (17-31 January) - Any access to internet or phone services during this period will require a long drive out of town to reach an area beyond the spread of the outage. There's no physical cause for the outage to be found–anyone who travels out to find out what's happening with the effects to restore the internet will find the service providers just as baffled and frustrated as anyone else.
WITHOUT A TRACE (17-31 January) - Any memory can be lost, from the details of a person’s world, to their friends and family, or even lovers. How quickly the changes take is up to player discretion, but the changes can be reversed through reminders of attachments to other people, places, or things. Help from those close to people is encouraged! On the other hand, players are welcome to keep any memory losses they would like; however, any formative memories that are lost that would drastically change a character's personality from their canon presentation will be returned at the conclusion of the event. Permanent losses can be important memories, but please refer to Rule #4 in Apocalypse How's ruleset. "Characterization must be consistent with canon/the original story the character is from, when taking into account in-game developments. Characters should be recognizable as the character throughout their tenure in the game."

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『 You know what they say about hindsight? It's 2020. 』- Closed to Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova
Misinformed - January 18th

It's a day and a half before she notices that anything is amiss.

As good of a baker that she is, she still relies on cookbooks. Why? Baking is an exact science. One mistake and a person could be left with a subpar baked good. Kate wants to be the best at baking, she wants to win.

She also wants to win at being the best baking instructor. She is currently teaching her two roommates and how to cook and bake. They are progressing wonderfully but it's time to bump up to the next skill level. Yelena can't bake cookies forever nor can Winter just keep continuing to make pasta dishes. They could, she supposes, but then their skills would grow stagnant.

Her cookbooks are kept atop the refrigerator, standing upright thanks to two elephant-shaped bookends. She looks at each of the titles and frowns when she doesn't find her book on deserts. Kate firmly believes that there is a place for everything and everything should be kept in its place. So where is the book? It is very much unlike herself to just leave it lying around.

She looks in the common living space first and has no luck. Kate then searches her bedroom where she keeps a very small collection of books. Those books are her light reading. Books she has bought because the cover looked fun or the title caught her eye. They were fun novels, all of them paperbacks. She doesn't have many and notices immediately that two are missing.

In her mind she runs through all the possible explanations for why her books could be missing. She doesn't believe that her roommates would have taken her chick lit books. Just as she would never enter their rooms, she knows for a fact that they would never enter hers. The cookbook, however? Well. Maybe Winter had wanted to borrow it for his own reasons? Maybe he had decided to take some initiative and bake something on his own or was at least thinking about it? She doesn't know.

"Hey guys?" She calls out. "Any one of you seen my desert cookbook?"

『 I stood on a shard of glass just now. It was a bit of a pane. 』- OTA
Misplaced - January 17th to January 31st

"You want me to go where now and do what?" She asks the person standing in front of her. They are currently in ADI HQ. Kate has just been asked if she wants to go and collect shards from the park and from people.

Had she heard them correctly?

『 Not only is my short term memory terrible... but so is my short term memory. 』 - OTA
Without a Trace - January 17th to January 31st

It happens here and there. She can't remember what she was doing or any questions relating to it that start with a W. It's frustrating. It's mind-boggling. Despite the fact that she will turn thirty this year, age has nothing to do with the memory loss.

It happens everywhere. One time she is standing in line at Any Beans Necessary and she forgets what she had been about to order. Relying on public transportation, Kate misses the bus back to her apartment and has to wait for the next one. Sometimes she be found at ADI headquarters, standing there with her eyes wide for she has yet again forgotten something. It's aggravating.

"I'm sorry. What did you just ask me?" Kate blinks at the person before her. They had asked her something but for the life of her, she just can't remember. It gets that bad.

The most embarrassing moment, however, is when she knocks on the door to apartment A4 where she is meant to have a date with Adam on the nineteenth. She raises her hand and knocks like a normal person. However, when someone opens the door she can't remember why she's there. She feels like her brain is turning to mush.

What is she supposed to do about it?

There's the sound of Yelena's door opening, and she leans out, bright blue resistance band dangling idly from the hand that's not braced on the frame. Her brow furrows slightly, and she glances towards the top of the fridge where...there's definitely the wrong number of books.

"No," she says. "Not to notice it, at least, since the last time you had it down to bake with."

Which is a somewhat distressing realization - she's become so used to Kate's books that she can't say for certain the last time she actually saw it. She can't recall the last time anything had been familiar enough to just be a normal part of the background.

"You don't think Winter borrowed it because he's going to secretly try to impress us by making both dinner and a desert, do you?" Truly, it's the only explanation she can think of. But then, how does she explain why her personal books were taken?

"No. Not without asking." Yelena doesn't even need to think before she answers. While they both use it, the kitchen is unquestionably Kate's domain, and Winter, creature of regimen and routine that he is, wouldn't disrupt that without warning. Not without a much more pressing reason than a sudden and inexplicable desire to experiment on his own.

"Yeah. That's what I think too." Her cookbooks she doesn't care if they borrow. She doesn't even mind her other books but they would never go into each other's rooms. Those places are sacrosanct. "Are you missing anything? Because I am."

"One of my files about Ava has gone missing," Yelena admits, the faint crease in her brow deepening, the corners of her mouth drawing down. "I thought maybe I had mislaid it at work, but..."

But that's almost as unlikely as Kate not putting her cookbooks away after using them.

"What else are you missing?"

Winter pokes his head out of his own room at the sound of his name, listens a moment, then comes out. "I didn't take anything. And nothing of mine is missing." Of course, all his things reference times well before 2020, so....

"It is?" That is weird. It is also not like Yelena to misplace or lose important information. Maybe someone stole it when she hadn't been looking? Maybe a file had fallen out? Both excuses seem unlikely to Kate. Yelena is just that good.

When Winter makes an appearance, after listening to him she nods her head. "That's good." Kate turns her head back to Yelena. "I'm missing two books. They aren't important to me but it's weird that they're gone. You don't think we've been robbed do you?"

"It would be a very strange choice of things to steal," Yelena says. To say nothing of the very strange choice of apartments to steal from. "But as more Entity bullshit? Maybe."

Kate Cordello - Original

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