aka 2017's plotline reheated/rehashed and served up again, to save waste (co-writing: ik9000 )
All welcome, especially new members, there may be very occasional in-jokes but nothing anyone need understand.
"Following on from a couple of successful years of Christmas HEXUS events, you are getting a bit confused as to what this year's schedule is. You check your diary and it's in there as provisionally 2nd weekend of December... but you have had no important updates. Not to worry, the committee always plan things at the hall on a Friday...
So you stride up to the HEXUS village hall to find it locked, and there's nothing on the noticeboard. Walking round the side you peer through the window and everything inside is stacked up, with a layer of dust covering the parquet floor, and the stained stage curtains closed across the stage. "Cack!" you think, "they've moved venue. It can't be at DR's log-cabin, we're still banned after that got trashed in 2016... I must have missed the announcement. Maybe it was hidden in the member seller rules overhaul? I never did bother reading that."
You consult your Nexus - after 5mins reading the small print online about profiteering vetos and trust+ name in the pictures it is clear it wasn't hidden in there, even in white text. Your phone battery runs out and you stand wondering "So what to do now?" It is cold, and threatening to snow.
You start walking back down the path when you hear "psst" from the bushes. A dishevelled looking vagrant is thoroughly embedded in the leylandii and sniffing on what looks like a pot of TIM cleaner... "Pssst, mister..."
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You cautiously approach the vagrant, who you note has a fluffy, slightly grubby white beard.
'oi' says he '..funny looking feller who was here just now told me to give you this' and passes you a piece of folded paper. You read: 'to whom it may concern: please note that the annual Hexus event will assemble at HEXUS & Co Department Store this year. Please bring a secret Santa gift.'
Mine not to reason why, you think, and head off for the High Street, stopping to purchase a small gift from the nearest Poundland. The HEXUS premises are large & impressive & all decked out for Xmas. You head in and find everything in full swing; the ground floor is teeming with employees, readying themselves for the store's late opening for all those slow Nightly browsers. The mods are directing staff to carry out various tasks - you wonder where some of the odder looking new agency workers were recruited from, but the core 'temps' look stable enough.
One of the new staff glides over to you and asks 'Are You Being Server-ed?' You show him the note and he drops his voice to a lower tone. 'Ah, glad you're here, we have a bit of a situation - there's been a hitch to the HEXUS event plans. Would you mind stepping into this stockroom for a moment?' You don't much like the look of him, and wonder for a moment if this is all an elaborate trap.
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You look down at your chest and notice you're wearing a Gryffindor sweatshirt. Being of the bold and atagonistic disposition you eye the guy up and down and think "sod it, I can expelliarmus his feeble frame any day of the week" and boldly stride into the cupboard.
As you cross the threshold you feel a hand land between your shoulder blades and you stumble forwards as the door slams shut behind you and the room plunges into darkness. "Nice work jack-ass" you think as you grope in the darkness, then 'click' the room comes to light in a faint red hue as the wiry looking shiftser is stood his finger to his lips and listening his ear pressed at the door. There is a load of bare pallet racking and an empty mop bucket against the wall.
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Just as you are contemplating jamming the mop bucket over his head, he turns again & with an apologetic gesture says "terribly sorry, can't be too careful - there are spies everywhere you know. Could I trouble you for your HEXUS id?" Satisfied with your bona fides, he gives you a brief rundown of the situation. Strange things have been going on - AI replicants of HEXUS personnel have been trying to infiltrate the store. Near perfect though they may be, there were small but crucial giveaways - for example "sammyc" had been talking knowledgeably about the GeForce GTX 1080 Ti with one of the staff, and "Saracen" had used a loyalty card when paying for his purchases. What was the meaning of it all? Alien forces? Saboteurs? Industrial espionage? Lines of HEXUS communication had been got at, hence the need to summon members by word of mouth, under cover of attending a Secret Santa/staff party. The tatty old Santa in the shrubbery was actually top-level Hexus security. Examination of the replicants yielded nothing, they simply performed a highly improper shut down when challenged. The HEXUS xmas event was doomed unless this mystery could be cleared up.
The HEXUS operative instructs you to make your way to the First Floor and join your fellows in the staffroom. You nod & slip out of the stockroom, trying to appear casual as you head for the stairs. There is a definite air of tension hanging over the whole floor, and not just because Elton is at the piano in the corner and could set off again at any moment. Even the staff folding HEXUS tshirts in one corner look a little demoralised. You weave your way upstairs among the shoppers, and with a quick glance around you, open the door marked "Staffroom" and slip inside.."
tl;dr - HEXUS has gone into retail - AI replicants of HEXUS members are infiltrating the store for unknown reasons - the annual HEXUS xmas social event is in danger - please add any old random rubbish to plot and/or drag storyline in a totally different direction, anything goes.