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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."

abrightboy: (confession)

Misplaced - OTA

[personal profile] abrightboy 2023-01-16 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm needs something to occupy his mind and hands, so he volunteers to go look for this artifact. He doesn't bring a friend. What friend would he bring? There's only really Neal that he could ask and after the spider hands? ...Neal can't be in danger like that.

He's trying to pull a shard embedded tightly in a tree out when it comes loose and he falls backwards. A shard is embedded in his forearm. That's inconvenient. He'd better..... something.

He's walking through the park, carrying the shard he recovered from the tree, but at some point he just... lets it fall out of his hand into the grass. Maybe he'll just call it a day and go home.

He wanders into B1 with the thought of cleaning up the wound, which is aching dully. Maybe it's bleeding; he doesn't really know and it seems like an awful lot of effort to lift up his arm and look.

He does shrug out of his button down shirt and trousers, getting into an oversized sweater and sweatpants. That's better. And that's what he's still wearing the next day when he wanders into the office around 11am or so in flipflops. And later in the afternoon when he goes to the coffee shop instead of going back to his desk. And the day after that, when he doesn't go in to the office at all. What's the point of that?

[You can find Malcolm at the ADI offices on the 18th, somewhere in town most of the rest of the month or, if you're looking for him - or living with him - at his apartment B1 for most of the rest of the month as well.]

lobster_bib: (entropy)

[personal profile] lobster_bib 2023-01-17 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
As eager as Jesus is to be useful, to get to work, he's brand new. He's still figuring out how to even get home by curfew--a thing he's never had in his life. (Well, he did, but he never observed it).

He sees Malcolm the first time at a glimpse, passing in a hallway. He glances but by then Malcolm has turned a corner and he thinks he just imagined it.

But then he sees the man again in a coffee shop where he'd ducked in to get warm, to get his bearings, and again he has the surreal sense that he's hallucinating. He's seen his own face only in reflections in dirty windows and a tiny shaving mirror for the past twelve years, and Malcolm is younger--seems younger.

But it is him. A clean-cut, more civilized version of himself.

And he doesn't seem like he's doing well, so Jesus buys his coffee and then makes his way over to Malcolm's table. "Hey," he says, brow furrowed, like he's not sure the man is even really there. "You okay?"
semilethal: (65.13.48)

Donatello | Rise of the TMNT

[personal profile] semilethal 2023-01-17 05:53 am (UTC)(link)

MISINFORMED

[Donnie isn't very keen to go into Dogtown, but can be persuaded by existing CR that might want to go, especially if a) he doesn't know/think they are combatants and he likes them, or b) if Leo is going or has already gone in.

Otherwise, he has very little interest in helping out, other than vague musings on whether or not it being the year 2020 that disappearing having anything to do with his own home-world things (RE: Krang invasion).]

MISPLACED

[While Donnie doesn't necessarily hold himself firmly to the morality (or legality) of entities with whom he is not concerned, he is...in trouble. Neil Grace is an unknown factor and Donnie doesn't much care about his opinion, but he is also an Old Guy and he was very Disappointed, which could translate into thinking Donnie is not a genius or an asset to whatever cause he devotes himself to. That part, specifically, is what Donnie has a problem with. So, while he's got this security detail in the form of an ADI suit following him around as a witness, obviously he's going to get the most shards and bring them in as proof. See? He's useful. So give him his access back, and then give him more.

Perhaps it's a mistake then to forgo working in a team, as the security detail just watches from afar to make sure Donnie isn't about to commit some more crimes, and apparently has to deal with his own problems.]


A. [Regardless of whether or not someone is already talking to any of the afflicted, Donnie will just march right up to the civilian and start checking around them for any wounds or shards. He's not here to chit chat or make friends, he's here to collect shards in a repurposed glass bottle.] Could you move?

B. [After a day of picking up shards, Donnie has an impressive collection in his glass bottle. Said bottle is thankfully closed firm, but is on its side next to his leg as he sits in the middle of a grassy patch at the park, hunched over and looking equal parts exhausted and listless. He doesn't look up at passers by, and hardly moves.

In fact, if he's not interrupted, eventually he takes off the hoodie he'd been wearing (since he's out in general public), and reaches up to tap a button on one of the hooks on his purple battle shell. It releases with a hiss of hydraulics, falling from his slightly bruised shoulders to lay on the ground. His leathery speckled soft shell is at least getting some air, though Donnie just lays down on his side and curls up, uncaring. This is likely not terribly alarming to strangers, but to anyone who has seen him even in passing knows that he is never without his armored shell.

It is also sort of cold, and Donnie's just...up and on the chilly ground with just some jeans he'd thrown on haphazardly as a 'disguise.' He doesn't seem inclined to move though, even as the sun begins to set.]

MISSED CONNECTIONS

[So Donnie can recognize that "I very seriously need internet or I will have a meltdown" is kind of a selfish thing to say when hospitals are trying to communicate in order to treat patients so he manages to hold it in for all of a week.

But the longer they go without service, the jumpier he gets. Anybody who bumps into him at either Block B or Block D ADI apartment blocks may be subjected to nervous chattering, jumping, watching as he scratches at his arms. He's snappy and not at all apologetic for it. He even tries to parkour around some of the buildings in an attempt to give his security detail the slip...because he plans to hotwire a car and drive into a service area if he can get away for long enough. Help him?

Or perhaps you run into Donnie at the grocery store. Maybe even if you look desperate or hungry enough, he might just stare for a while before just handing you his own meager bag of groceries before turning and leaving without another word, rubbing at his scratched up arms and hands.]

WITHOUT A TRACE

[Donatello's sitting on the front steps of ADI, staring off into the middle distance. His massive brow is scrunched more than usual, because something's wrong. There are gaps.

He never has gaps, and there...there are too many gaps.]

abrightboy: (a little confused)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2023-01-17 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm looks up, already shrugging a shoulder, but he pauses as his eyes reach Jesus' face. All the nonsense with Neal's double comes to his mind, but it's hard to get really fired up about it, so he responds flatly,

"I don't know. Are you supposed to look like a homeless version of me?"
lobster_bib: (listen)

[personal profile] lobster_bib 2023-01-17 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think I'm supposed to look like you at all," he says with a small lift of an eyebrow. "I'm Jesus. I just got here."
abrightboy: (regretful)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2023-01-17 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah. Well. I'm dead inside. I've been here like a year and a half." He pauses. "Malcolm Bright," he adds.

It's weird because the guy's voice also sounds just like his own. He should probably care more about that; it's probably some kind of a trick or a trap, but. Fuck it.

"Did you decide to stay in ADI accommodations?" he asks as he fiddles idly with the rim of his paper cup.
lobster_bib: (Default)

[personal profile] lobster_bib 2023-01-17 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles slightly and sits down. "It's that how you introduce yourself to everyone? 'I'm dead inside'?"
abrightboy: (he knows)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2023-01-17 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugs. “Something I’m test driving. I live in the B complex. B1.” For now, anyway. “That’s apartment one in block ‘B’, because they’re imaginative like that.”
lobster_bib: (frown)

[personal profile] lobster_bib 2023-01-18 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's got my attention anyway," he says, but his brows are drawn together in concern. "I'm Cornelius Hickey's roommate. I...heard his old roommate died." And the other one vanished, whatever that means.
bossyboiler: ((Pink) 6)

Kate Cordello - Original

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2023-01-18 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
『 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?
abrightboy: (a little nauseated)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2023-01-18 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
That does finally get emotion to cross his face and his expression creases for a moment.

He takes a sip of his coffee.

"His name was George. He was my friend."
musicdied: (peek)

Misinformed

[personal profile] musicdied 2023-01-18 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
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.
bossyboiler: ((blue) 8)

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2023-01-18 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"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?
musicdied: (alert)

[personal profile] musicdied 2023-01-18 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
bossyboiler: ((blue) 2)

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2023-01-18 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
ferriswheelsandfootball: (Scared - Uh oh)

Lt. Col. John Sheppard | Stargate: Atlantis | OTA

[personal profile] ferriswheelsandfootball 2023-01-18 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
cw: PTSD, paranoia, contagious disease/illness, violence, mention of induced madness, mild body horror

I. Missed Connections -

Having lived in Antarctica and then going immediately into an expedition to another galaxy with little to no chance of getting back to earth had prepared John for living in an less-than-ideal state of rapid communication. Even when they did connect back to earth, the early 00's wasn't as...dependent on the internet as now.

He comes from the land of DVDs, basically.

So in an attempt to bolster morale (as well as his own morale) he's going around personally inviting people to watch movies. Scrounging up what he could from the nearest thrift shops had left him with a collection that was...wanting, but right now it was all they had.

You may find John approaching you with a bowl of freshly-popped popcorn and a handful of DVDs presented to you anywhere within ADI grounds or the apartments in the evenings. Yes, he's sneaking into empty offices to watch movies during the workday. What of it?

"Pick your poison. I've got Sharknado, Speed 2, the Phantom Menace, and Legally Blonde."

II. Without a Trace -

Part A -

It started insidiously. Walking into a room and forgetting why he was there, misplacing a pen, a couple of confused words, all things that could happen on any normal day.

But the thing is, he's been here before. There was a disease that ravaged Atlantis, one that had robbed people of all their memories, leaving them in a confused, amnesiac state, that had nearly destroyed the expedition. Some parts of it were fuzzy but he remembers what it was like, knowing nothing, the panic, confusion, the horror, pointing a gun at Ronon and being prepared to shoot him--

--it can't be happening again. It just can't. He's probably just imagining things, and maybe that situation had scared him badly deep down so he was just overly cautious--

--but the next time he found himself down the road with absolutely no memory of how he got there, he takes action immediately. He makes notes, plans, takes pictures--and as he's running around ADI or the town, if he sees you, he'll immediately let you know--

"There's something causing memory loss--you need to prepare yourself. Write a note, take a video, anything!"

Part B -

It's gone. It's all gone and he knows...things, he knows that the sky is blue and how gravity works and how to read and do math, but he doesn't know who he is. John is wandering around buildings, streets, looking terrified, confused, worried.

There's notes all over his pockets, a few things scribbled on his hands. He stops by a tree or a wall, wringing his hands, remembering to look in his pockets from time to time.

He takes out a Polaroid. It's a picture of Rodney McKay. On the bottom of the Polaroid, there's a scribbled note.

Find Rodney McKay. IMPORTANT!!!


"Have you seen this man?" John holds the picture up if someone passes by, frantic.

Part C - [OOC Note: Please only take this one if your character is able to convinced not to spill the beans to ADI. Thanks!]

Little did amnesiac!John know, that original!John has been feeding his favorite Entity quite regularly, so his cat-like abilities and claws were always readily accessible (after their encounter with the Stars in Dogtown, he refuses to be any length of time without them). So when Amnesiac John gets startled, well--

--out comes the claws as he jumps wildly back. Maybe he's latched onto a wall. Maybe he's latched onto your face.

He's just as surprised as you are.

"What the hell!?"

III. Wildcard - Anything goes!
[OOC: Will match format! See here for plotting!]
musicdied: (witness)

[personal profile] musicdied 2023-01-18 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2023-01-18 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
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....
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delloso de la rue | dimension 20 | ota

[personal profile] ruevealing 2023-01-19 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
i. [misplaced] somewhere in slumber is someone who didn't see it coming

[After their last casual stroll into Dogtown, Rue will adamantly insist on staying behind for this adventure.

That being said, the owlbear can be found - glamoured, naturally - tending to any wounds or general distress in Dr. Carter's medical tent. Rue might not yet be an expert at nursing hurts without the use of their healing magic, but they can clean and wrap an injury like a pro, all thanks to the good doctor's training.

What they haven't been trained on, however, is the true nature of those shards and just how strong a hold the apathy they inflict has on a person...]


ii. [without a trace] if all this leaves you behind and everything starts to rewind
[cw: lost memories]

[In the end, Rue supposes that BINX was right. The large, fiery feeling of disappointment and utter heartbreak is all that Rue has left.

Where any other day the owlbear could be found warmly greeting friends and cheerily inquiring about their afternoons, there's a new apprehension in Rue's expression as they wander ADI on this particular day, a near constant pinch to their feathery brow. It doesn't matter who it is they meet during their slow, meandering walk along the grounds or through the halls, Rue's dark, unblinking gaze simply stares ahead as they remain lost in their thoughts, trying desperately to piece together the fractured memories that remain.

But no matter how they try to make sense out of their time here in Gloucester - they've been in this place for three months? No, that couldn't possibly be right. They were just back in Faerie. How could it have been more than a day or two? They can't remember being here for longer - it always come back to the same breaking point: the confrontation with Major Hob and the ensuing heartbreak that followed.

Not only has their admission of love gone utterly unacknowledged - Hob is too much of a gentleman to even give them a proper rejection, apparently - but it is completely apparent that Hob's already moved on, more concerned with playing into this new political farce with the Seelie Court.

So consumed in their thoughts and the worrying gaps of their memory, perhaps Rue accidentally bumps into a familiar face or is stopped by someone who can read the obvious worry in their face. Either way, it may take a moment to fully grab the owlbear's attention.]


iii. [wildcard] it doesn't mean anything / you won't remember what you see

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[personal profile] bossyboiler 2023-01-19 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
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[personal profile] musicdied 2023-01-19 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
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without a trace!!

[personal profile] ruevealing 2023-01-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been a day, but even while Rue finds themself struggling with their own memories, they can't help the way Donatello's sitting on the front steps catches their immediate attention.]

Donnie?

[They step forward carefully, concern in their eyes.]

My dear, are you alright?
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[personal profile] lobster_bib 2023-01-19 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't feel bad for going through the box of George's things, but he does wonder if George's friends had a chance to claim anything from it first. He hopes so.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I wish I'd had a chance to meet him."
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i. [misplaced]

[personal profile] semilethal 2023-01-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Where is that dang- there it is. Donnie makes a beeline for the medical tent, his own ADI suit-shadow trailing after him after being no help at all, and flips open the canvas dramatically before spotting Rue. Heads right over, sits himself on their bench, and holds out his hand. ...a hand that doesn't look bloody or otherwise injured.] I have incurred a wound.

[OH okay, it's that tiny splinter underneath one of his nails.]

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