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We do still have a RP Board bouncing around as a place to hold long RP threads. It wasn't ever mandatory or so anythin, but it is might be useful to dust off in situations where a long RP threads is threatening to push everything now it off the front page.

• Tomash, emerging from his tower for a hot second

"If you're not picky about whether or not the hot water turns on, I could direct you to the locker rooms near RC F? Fair warning, though, they probably haven't been used since the mid-aughts. Newer RCs usually have ensuites."

((Reply to Bookworm's reply, just to prevent the thread down there from getting too cluttered.

And yes, that's a reference to Jay being delighted at hot water showers at OFUM.))

"Gone?" Noman asked, his yellow eye seeming unusually mechanical and distant today.

"Gone, all of 'em," Winfrey said through a tight beak, clicking a few buttons on the console, "in canon, in fanfic, even here."

"We don't have any real Sues here?" Noman wondered.

"Anything. All of it. Reformed Sues, Canon Sues, Reboot Sues, they just disappeared last night."

"Wh-what?!" Noman asked, "isn't this-"

"Amazing!?" Winfrey cheered, "Look! I go now, and Star Wars Episode Seven isn't trash! There's Han, Luke, and Leia all together! There's something amazing! I flip now, look, Edward Cullen actually has some serious issues that are acknowledged! It's a miracle! Good media! Nothing but! It's a miracle!"

"B-but..." Noman trailed off, holding a finger up, "...what about us, Winfrey?"

Winfrey's cheering stopped suddenly at Noman's question, and she turned to face him fully.

"Huh? Well, we're fine. We have-"

"No, Winfrey. What about us? What do we do now?"

"We celebrate!" Winfrey blurted, smiling and trying to get back into the triumphant mood.

"And then what?"

"I... uh... I don't know?" Winfrey asked, getting up from the Console and brushing herself off, "I think the SO would know. If anyone'd know, he'd probably know, right? Hey, Noman, get back here!"

Noman made it to the door and pulled hard, straining. His strength was still limited, and the door went nowhere. While Winfrey walked to him, Noman sat on the floor and started to think.

He was a PPC Agent. That was his duty, his sacred task, what his partner had... given everything for, Noman corrected his mind. What was he? What was he without an enemy, a target? Final victory seemed like the horizon - always there and to be marched towards, but never to be reached.

Now what?

Now what would he do? Noman asked himself. Now what was he? He'd built his whole life on being a DMS Agent. Now there was no DMS anymore.

Was this emotion he was feeling, what was it? Was it... fear?

"Noman?" Winfrey asked, kneeling next to him, "you okay?"

"N-no, Winfrey... I don't feel so good..."

Derik and Gall had just geared up for their next mission when it happened. Derik pushed the button to activate a portal to the fic, but instead of getting one, he got a noise he'd never heard from the console before.

[BRRRRRT]

"What the...?" He pushed the button again.

[BRRRRRT]

He turned around in confusion. "Gall, have you ever—? Gall?"

She wasn't where he'd last seen her standing, or anywhere else in the main room. She wasn't in the bathroom, either; he could see through the open door.

Now Derik was annoyed. "Gall! What are you playing at?"

No answer. The RC was completely quiet.

Completely quiet.

It was never completely quiet.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled when he looked at Fellrazer's fire-proof ceramic platform. The dragon wasn't there. He'd been right there, settled down to nap while his mistress would be away.

"If this is some kind of prank, it isn't funny!" Derik called, but doubt gnawed at him. How could Gall have vanished both herself and her dragon just like that? Moreover, why?

He checked the bedrooms, just to be sure, but found no sign of his partner or her dragon. Maybe it was him, he thought wildly. Was he dreaming? Was he mad? Had he finally suffered a complete psychotic break?

A now-automatic assessment of his mental state told him otherwise. He was confused and frightened, but he remembered his psychic discipline, saving himself from spiraling into panic. Instead, he reached for calm, and in finding it decided he could try one last way to search for Gall. After all, what good was being an empath if he wouldn't even try to sense the person he was closest to in the world?

Derik was a pathetically weak empath. He hadn't even realized he had the talent until Thoth had pointed it out to him and begun to train him in its use. The training had increased his sensitivity, but his range was still only a few meters at best, just enough to cover a modest room.

He was not prepared for the sheer noise that assailed him when he opened his mind. Joy. Terror. Panic. Wave upon wave crashed down on him from all quarters. Everyone was experiencing something so big even he could feel it.

Closing himself off again, he had his work cut out to get his breathing and heart rate back under control. The panic resonated with him, but he couldn't give in to it.

Something had happened, that much was clear. Something huge.

He suddenly remembered the unusual behavior of the console. How he hadn't immediately connected it with his partner's disappearance, he had no idea. Quickly, he activated the display and was faced with an error log.

Error. Scenario JRR-5455-379-JT-LR-PJ-Q-7819863 not found.
Error. Scenario JRR-5455-379-JT-LR-PJ-Q-7819863 not found.

Derik shook his head. Useless. There was a new message in his ICEP inbox, though. Maybe that would help.

To: [.PPC-HQ]
From: The Tiger Lily [tlliliumcolumbianum.console515.DIA]
Subject: ALL POINTS BULLETIN

To whom it may concern,

Which is all of you,

So pay attention:

As of this message, the Department of Internal Affairs and Department of External Security have received numerous reports of unusual incidents in and around Headquarters, including technological malfunctions, vanished or transfigured property, and disappearances. Thanks to the number of reports, a pattern has rapidly emerged, and we have been able to verify that all Suvians and former Suvians are gone, and so too are worlds and beings born of their direct influence.

The end of Sue-kind is a day long dreamed of by the Canon Protection Initiative. Naturally, we are quite suspicious of this miraculously sudden and complete victory, but we do not believe Headquarters is under attack. Please rest assured, Captain Dandy and I are aware of your concerns and are investigating the cause or causes of this miracle with all due seriousness and vigor. At this time, we are not prepared to release a statement as to said cause or causes.

To aid in the investigations of the DIA and DES, please stay put and remain calm. Since we know this is very difficult for you, we have taken the precaution of engaging the locks on all response center doors. This is for your own good, so don't whine about it. If you wish to contribute actual information, you may address it to [circular.console3.14159z653589t9323846.DIA]. We promise not to auto-delete your messages. For now.

The Tiger Lily
Head of Department
Department of Internal Affairs

(( ... Okay, I've spent two hours on this now, and I need to go to bed. How about I leave it there and you can tell me if that message from the Tiger Lily is okay before I go on with how Derik takes it? ^_^;

(( FYI, the "scenario" number is made of the continuum identification code proposed for The Lord of the Rings (see the article Talk page), "LR" for Lord of the Rings, "PJ" for the Peter Jackson movieverse, "Q" for Quotev, and a fic ID. It's a real LotR Suefic I recently stumbled across and added to the Unclaimed Badfic list. To be clear, I don't plan to claim it. It's classic stuff, though!

~Neshomeh ))

((A continuation of this thread.))

All Suvians were dead and the Flowers expected him to stay in his RC? As if! He needed to celebrate with the other agents! Pity Mina was gone, but--so were all the Sues! This was the greatest thing ever!

He grabbed Mina's lightsaber and used it to cut through the locked doors of the RC.

A [BLEEPSTOPITRIGHTNOWBLEEP!] came from the console.

Carlisle ignored it and ran out into the hallway. "ALL THE SUES ARE DEAD!!!!!"

“Former agent too, huh?”

“Yup!” Jade enthusiastically confirmed. “Spent a couple years in that thing, and then I met Edelweiss.” She smiled. “Official story is she killed me and stole my RA, I’ve heard.”

“Oh, nice.” The woman with the white hair and the leather jacket stirred her unreasonably large cup of coffee, and continued in her unplaceable accent. “My exit was a mess – bit of a spur of the moment kinda thing. My partner tried to kill some literal child, and one thing led to another, and now I bet all the shpxin’ weeds in the multiverse know–”

“– my face.”

Rose Rooibos, More Or Less Unaffiliated Multiverse Traveler(tm), was used to weird stuff; everyone who could find their way to Goldie's Coffee Shop was, and there was already some level of weirdness inherent to meeting your girlfriend’s girlfriend. The girl disappearing in a puff of smoke, though? Now that was weird fuvg. And she hadn't been planning for weird fuvg today.

Time to assess the situation. The conversations behind her had stopped; standing up and looking back confirmed that, save for another astonished patron, everyone else was gone. So, either a targeted attack on the café for some reason, or…

The silence was broken by a stream of notification sounds from her bag, as well as from the other survivor’s pocket. Something much more widespread, then. Rose pulled the phone out, just in time for the first of what was likely to be many calls.

She didn’t waste any time. “I’m alive.”

A pause. “Jade's gone too. Who else?”

A longer pause. “Got it. Don’t do anything until we agree on a plan. Talk to you later.”

She hung up, and checked a few of the texts for good measure, which confirmed her hunch. Finally, she looked up, staring at the person she recognized as a regular of the café.

“Shpxin’ uryy, they’ve finally done it.”

((Another perspective on the situation. Feel free to drop in anyone with a reason not to currently be in HQ, or to come up with a character. To clarify, Jade got poofed, I just wanted to go for a bit of a bait and switch.))

((It's a coffee shop Au. Get it?))

"So, my sister, she kicked in my door and stole my TV!"

"Just hold on one second, sir."

Corporal Laura Perkins, New Cal DIA, looked down to pull out her notebook and pencil.

When she looked up again, the man was gone.

Laura sighed and went to take a look around. When she went to look out the front door she almost ran into Officer Alice Maywell, her partner. Alice was mumbling something, too low for Laura to make it out.

Laura stepped back and lowered her voice. "Alice. What's going on?"

"I-I don't know! People have started vanishing-it's all gone to b-"

Laura put her hands on Alice's shoulders, gently.

"Alice. You're a police officer. Take a deep breath. I'm going to call dispatch."

She stepped through the doorway, around Alice. Before she could key her radio, though, dispatch beat her to it.

"All units on all frequencies, standby."

Laura had known Radomira for a long time. That was forced calm in her voice.

"Be advised, all Sues have disappeared. Repeat, all Sues, including recruits and canons, have disappeared. Their location is unknown at this time. Uh, standby for further."

Laura paused halfway down the front walk, and looked around. People had started streaming out of their houses. Somehow, it didn't seem like there was as many of them as there should've been.

"Ah, shit," she said.

Charlie and Jiwon crouched behind a cluster of bushes, watching as the possessed Bella Swan walked by.

“Ready?” Charlie said, bouncing a small plastic bell lightly in their hand.

“I… I guess? Sure.” Jiwon flipped open the chargelist and brushed down the pages.

Charlie grinned. “Alright then, let’s go!”

The two Floaters moved forward. Hearing their footsteps, Bella turned, stringy hair hanging over her face and eyes glowing solid white thanks to the Twilight badfic’s poor descriptions. Her mouth opened and a low, inhuman sigh came out.

“Hello to you too!” Charlie replied. Bella stared at the two Agents, her expression blank and unreadable.

”Ed…ward…” she groaned.

Jiwon shuddered and looked down at his chargelist. “Um. Okay, Sue-wraith! You are charged with turning Bella Swan into a half-wolf, breaking time in half, abusing grammar‒”

Bella suddenly exploded in a cloud of mist, blowing outward into a massive wave that blocked out the sun and obscured everything in sight.

Jiwon bit back a yelp as the ground seemed to drop away beneath him, and he felt himself start floating. He waved his limbs around, trying to move somehow, though he had no idea where to. He looked around, but couldn't see anything through the mist.

“Charlie?” he called out into the void. “Charlie! Where’d everything go?”

“Huh. Neat.” His partner’s voice rang out, and Jiwon breathed a sigh of relief. He then flinched as a large portal opened up in front of him, shining light through the mist.

Charlie slowly moved into view beside him, remote activator in hand, lightly kicking to propel themself along. They shrugged at him. “Dunno where the world’s gone, but I think we’ve done all we can. Wanna head back?”

Jiwon quickly nodded, and Charlie fiddled with the remote activator. The portal moved forward through the void, scooping up the Agents and dumping them into the HQ Cafeteria along with some of the strange mist.

As the two pulled themselves to their feet, they quickly noticed their surroundings. It looked like some kind of party had blown up, with Agents from all sorts of departments cheering, throwing food into the air, pulling out assorted instruments to play discordant but enthusiastic celebration music. Klaxon sirens blared, adding to the sheer noise.

Jiwon sat down in stunned silence, and Charlie looked around in confusion.

“Huh,” they said as a Cafeteria worker scrambled onto a table and started blasting a saxophone solo. “Did we miss something?”

(Unbeta'd and written in an hour - hope the pacing's not too rushed. I decided to see if I could answer the question of what happens to Agents mid-mission if the canon they're in gets poofed, though admittedly this little writing scrap doesn't detail it too much other than 'vague empty space.'

Anyway, this timeline thing looks pretty fun - I'm interested to see what comes of it!)

(Self-reply to Riiiing.)

This was the third time David Null paced the room, his thoughts on "The Magic Coin event," as he dubbed it, or "Wish Upon a Coin," as he formally dubbed it. It was his fault; he gets to name it.

That was pretty much what he came up with, aside from "the coin made anti-Sue matter exist," but that didn't make much sense. K told David that O'Ryan had messaged them while David was asleep. O'Ryan noted that canons with Canon Sues were marked and had no associated universe.

Meaning they disappeared, like everything else.

O'Ryan hypothesized that glitter, the very essence of Sues, disappeared, based on his suit jacket sleeve being wet and not glittery, but that wouldn't explain the badfic non-Sues being gone. Perhaps it was Sue influence? Being a puppet of a Sue for long enough causing something irreversible to happen? Who knows.

And why wasn't Paye gone? Was Dream Girlfriend not a Sue canon after all?

David was very confused. He stopped pacing and sat on his bed.

What canons were affected? Could he reverse this? Could he-

Knock knock.

"Who's there?" David called out. "The door is locked."

"Qnza," the stranger cursed. "Well, whatever. I just wanted to let you know that-"

"All the Sues are gone," David replied. "I know!"

"Yeesh, don't be so harsh!" called the stranger. "Anyhow, do you have any glitter? Or Sueification items?"

"No?" David replied. "I don't shpxing carry that sort of stuff. Too much of a personal risk."

"Qnza," the stranger cursed again. "I was gonna see if I could Sue myself and stay alive."

"Why the uryy would you shpxing do that?" David yelled.

"Science!" they said. "But, whatever. I'm gonna wander the halls and see if anyone has anything." David heard footsteps leaving.

"Alright, back to thinking," he muttered. "Back to thinking..."

Official name is "Wish Upon a Coin," but no one (except David Null) knows that :).

Also, the stranger isn't gonna find a ton of glitter. Most, if not all, of it disappeared. I know nothing official has been said yet, but there. O'Ryan is right, in this case. That's why O'Ryan's sleeve became wet.

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(Reply to Zara.)

"Things have gotten pretty quiet," Bill noted as he and Lori wandered through a generic hallway. "You'd think that, with half of the PPC disappearing, people would be running around like chickens with their heads cut off."

Lori looked up from where she was texting Liam. "Wasn't there some sort of announcement for people to stay in their RCs?"

"Probably to avoid a potential repeat of the Macrovirus from 2008," said Bill, even though he and Lori had missed that particular Emergency by several months. Still, cleanup for it and the subsequent invasion hadn't been fun. "I mean, until we know exactly what caused it, is it really a good idea to be wandering around? What if it's some sort of anti-Suvian disease?"

"You still wouldn't be susceptible," Lori pointed out. "You're not Suvian. I, on the other hand--"

"Got caught in your own semi-fic blop," countered Bill.

"Blip," corrected Lori.

"Whatever. Count your blessings that it didn't count, and let's go find a way to get everyone back." Bill smiled bracingly at his wife, who merely sighed and returned to doomscrolling on her phone.

"It sounds like all the HQ forums are stuffed with people asking about other people," she reported. "Social media, too. Apparently it's being called Hashtag-the-Poofening on Glitter."

Bill snorted. "Did someone at the Cafeteria party come up with that one?" he asked, just as a figure popped up in the hallway right in front of them. Bill immediately held up a hand to stop Lori from walking into said figure. "Hey! Where'd you come from?"

((The NPCD has a Social Media Manager, so there's probably some PPC equivalent of Twitter...... which ofc would be called Glitter, since it's just as much of a heckhole as its namesake.))

(Reply to Alberta.)

"I've got a theory," Technician Neo Webber was saying as he slid himself underneath a winched-up X-Wing, "that if we taught the agents to treat their tech like their own children, we'd have less damage incidents."

"Sounds more like a hypothesis," replied Dr Flibbertigibbet. He'd been a rescue from a Phineas and Ferb badfic where he'd been constantly pitted against Ferb's wunderkind girlfriend and her pet beaver, hence his tendencies to overengineer weapons of mass chaos in response to trivial daily nonsense. "We should test it! I shall create a Agent Separator, so we can divide all of HQ's denizens into control and experimental groups. You can create a Kindness Initiative for NewfangleD technology, or K.I.N.D for short --"

"We can skip the Agent Separator and go right to the Kindness Initiative," interrupted Neo with a laugh. "Not everything needs to be an experiment, Flibber. Pass me the sonic wrench?"

No response. Neo sighed and rolled himself out from under the X-Wing, only to see the mad scientist nowhere in sight.

"Hey, Flibber, I'm sorry," said Neo loudly, wiping a bit of engine grease off his hands with his kerchief. "If it makes you feel better, you can at least record the effects of the initiative."

Still no response. Neo frowned, and headed into out of the hangar back to one of the various workshops for tinkering with the PPC's enormous cache of multiversal tech. He noted Alberta at one of the workstations, a half-built gadget on the table beside her. She seemed rather worried.

Neo put on a smile to cover his own confusion. "What happened, Einstein?" he asked.

... feeling strong guilt right yet.))

((I also, for archival reasons, plan on gathering all of this into a Doc sometime soon so that we have Record and maybe have something more stable than a scattered threads to put under the Wiki's list of PPC AUs.))

((Also, anyone may join, Permission or not, but those without Permission will have their archives tagged as such (mostly for clarity and allowing me to see what can be included (agent-wise) for a possible interlude in this AU). I hope this is okay?))

((Also, please no RP reactions to this post. This reply chain will be used for clarifications, questions, and worldbuilding bits (all of which y'all can contribute to).))

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