We need to iron out a few things first, though.
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We need to iron out a few things first, though.
Meg looked slightly guilty. “Whoops. Then again, if they yell at me, I can always blame my heritage.” She blinked, catching Lori’s statement. “All the Sues? Like every single one of them?”
David Null, being the only one in the main living space (as K was still hiding in the bathroom for some reason), walked over and picked it up.
"David?" asked the person at the other hand.
"This is he," David replied.
"Oh, thank God, I thought... oh God! Are you and Paye alright?"
"Babe?" he asked.
"Yeah?" Amelia Null replied. It was her voice.
"Oh good, you're okay," David said, sighing in relief.
"I was more *worried about you!*" Ami replied.
"How are the kids? Are they okay?" David asked.
"Babe, we're all *okay, I promise," Ami said. "I was worried about you! You talked about getting a HoN mission once, and I was worried!"
"Why were you-" David stopped himself. "Oh! Those canons are gone now. That's why-"
"Yes," Ami interupted. "But is Paye okay? I remember you saying something about her coming from a... what did you call it? Canon?"
"She's okay," David replied. He had forgotten to tell her that Paye was no longer his coworker, but that sort of unimportant news could wait.
"Oh, thank God!" Ami gushed. "I really hope she isn't too scared. I'm keeping the kids in the house in case rhis inspires sort of mass murderer. Are you staying in your RC?"
"Kinda have to," David replied. "It's locked."
"Oh! I hope you aren't panicking, dear! Please keep an eye on Paye! I have to comfort the youngest. Her best friend disappeared!" And, with that, she hung up.
"Thank God," David muttered. He rubbed his face with both of his hands. "Thank God she's okay."
"Baby, I know," Ami said to her youngest daughter, cleaning up the tears streaming down. "It's hard. I bet she's only invisible! I don't think she's gone forever."
"But Momma! Sissy said-"
"Don't you listen to your oldest sister right now," Ami interupted. "She's a pessimist."
"What a pessh-a-mist?" the youngest asked.
"Someone who always is thinking the worst," Ami said. She wrapped her arms around the six-year-old. "She isn't gone, I promiseses."
Is Ami lying intentionally? Yes. But you don't tell your youngest "yeah, she disappeared, just like her whole family and half the town" unless you want a paranoid six-year-old.
-kA
"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.
“Maybe they’re just in the Cafeteria.”
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!)
"But I think they're probably just celebrating getting about 75-percent of their workload reduced by the sudden disappearance of all things Suvian." He paused, frowning at some photos and videos of people waving around books with 'NO ATTACHED UNIVERSE' written on their first pages in red. "And apparently the loss of scintillating additions to our literary canons like Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey."
“That’s not very responsible of them. We should be building a device to reverse this, not partying! How many of our fellow personnel no longer exist? And they’re PARTYING? Disgraceful.” The dark-skinned woman sniffed.
"Well, our son's reported some badfic rescue classmates of his going missing, and we were actually in the middle of experiments on some Sues before they disappeared," he explained, counting down the signs on his fingers. "What else, dear?"
"Upstairs wants people quarantined because all the Sues are gone," intoned Lori drily. "Which doesn't exactly make sense, but I suppose it's to help with doing a headcount?"
Bill snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that one. As if the veterans would gladly march back to their RCs to be quarantined if they know they're immune to the Poofening."
((ETA: Thanks for the description! It does help :) ))
((The CPP I haven't listed yet, despite a minor record of them now existing (see my graduation post and the Mathematical Monitor posts) because, well, they only exist in posts. I didn't think of it notable. I thought the same would be true of this RP.))
((Also, who says I won't develop this timeline? :P (lighthearted)))
((-kA))
Not so much the entire Suvian Thanos Snap, but smaller things like Bill and Lori currently being mad at E and C and the social media site Glitter.
But yeah, I do find alternate PPCs to be more intriguing than alternate timelines of the regular PPC. The worldbuilding for an alternate PPC is a bit more extensive, especially when alternate canons being protected come into play.
That being said, I'm very guilty of RPing both. Casually slides Plot Protector, I mean, Obscurum University behind her
"It's actually Webber. Let me check Glitter to see what's happening -- maybe our colleagues all ran off to check on other people."
He pulled out his PADD and was quickly inundated by posts about #ThePoofening; after scrolling through countless calls to check on people, he finally located someone else from DoSAT. "Aha. Lexie and Travis are at the Cafeteria. Apparently there's a party there to celebrate all the Sues disappearing."
((I don't think M-T is missing, for the record. He's from World One, not a badfic, and given how he'd faked his death during the Macrovirus & Invasion in 2008, I could see him running back to wherever he hid that time to avoid the mayhem. Probably a nice tropical beach :P ))
Like Lily says, now that this exists, it's 'notable' enough to list. We don't play favourites. :)
What we do play is multiverse theory. This is clearly an alternate timeline, in which a magic coin causes Shenanigans in what was, until then, the normal PPC. There have been several other alternate timelines - Phobos' Catastrophe Theory is a good example of an alternate future, but anything where something changes in the main PPC universe would count.
The other type of AU is the alternate multiverse. The Mirror Multiverse, the Steampunk Multiverse, the Shipverse (if it exists). They don't start out as the normal PPC. They're different all the way back, and may or may not deal with alternate canons. (I firmly believe they do, but see comment on playing favourites.)
I personally tend to pay a bit more attention to the alternate multiverses and their alternate PPCs (EPC, TCDA, etc etc), because... how often do we come back to an alternate timeline? Once this RP is done, what are the odds that someone will come back in a year and write a World Without Suvians interlude? Not zero, but still low - the alternate timelines that keep going do so because one person writes a long story for them, not because people keep popping in to play in them.
Though, again, there's no reason it couldn't happen. Agents from the WWS could cross into the main PPC; there's nothing stopping them except the lack of a model for cross-time travel, and I think I've even done that once.
hS
That’s why it makes no sense that he’s disappeared. [I think some trolls are behind this.]))
((Though they've sorta dovetailed with Meg for the time being...))
((At what point does an AU become notable enough to list under the AUs for the PPC? When there is an official work, or would the RP be good enough? I'm just curious.))
((-kA))
((Added the fact that Makes-Things is missing. Wasn't he from World One? Either way, there is an attached statement stating that he might just be hiding, but that's up to all of us to decide.))
((Also, if anyone wants to continue with the stranger, feel free to! It's actually a character I am planning on introducing as a free-to-use character anyways. And, no, it's not Doctor Val Burner. She doesn't exist in the PPC universe, only the CPP :).))
((-kA))
“Suvian deletion? I mean, the ‘uman called me earlier freaking out about her partner disappearin’ and I can’t get anyone else to pick up the phone, but I thought it was just some weird vampire thing.” She scratched her nose. “I mean, it coulda been one of my family playin’ pranks but I don’t think they know where I am now.”
((No, I haven’t done any writing with her yet, so I didn’t put in a page. Meg is about 5’6, painfully thin, and has very pale skin. Her eyes are totally black and her hair is brown, curly, and usually extremely messy. She has a blue cat tattoo on her chest, long almost claw like nails, and a lot of ear piercings. Does that help?))