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alphalogs2017-01-29 11:17 am
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- alcide herveaux [true blood],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- clint barton [mcu],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- emma swan [once upon a time],
- gracie cannell [original],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- primrose everdeen [the hunger games],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- tony stark [mcu],
- zatanna zatara [young justice]
Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]
daycycle 124
[Jan 29 - Feb 4]
[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
No Specials will be selected for a mission today.
Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties.
At 0900, Allison Argent will be reassigned to Armed Forces' Very Special Forces firm under Steve Rogers.
At 1300, VIOLET judge Bethany Abbott will be discovered dead in her chambers. Her death will ultimately be ruled murder by poisonous gas. Mind Control will immediately begin running coverage on her accomplishments, including the controversial decision less than a week ago to drop the treason charges against Oliver Queen and Parker and return them to Alpha. Once again, the letters "MOD" will be found at the crime scene. This time carved across Abbott's desk underneath her slumped body.
Gracie Cannell will be pulled from her blog to cover the breaking news due to her Special status.
News of the murder will spread like wildfire across Alpha, inciting fear in higher clearance citizens because VIOLET citizens were believed to be untouchable. In lower clearance citizens, the event will be enough to get ASS vocal again. Within hours there will be anti-special messages spray painted across Alpha.
Evening [1600 - 2200] — Citizen Improvement
All Alpha citizens are encouraged to better themselves through Alpha’s wide variety of educational, entertainment and cultural opportunities offered each evening. Attending these sanctioned events are not mandatory, but is highly encouraged by The Computer. Citizens choosing not to take advantage of these opportunities, have a growing number of other options available to them in how to spend their hard earned credits and free time.
Tonight’s event will be at 1800 in the Wagon Wheel, floor 25, Room H and will be held by the Extreme Ironing Club. This group is for those Alpha citizens who can't get their uniforms wrinkle-free enough. (Though anyone who may attend this incredibly boring sounding meeting, will actually find an established Free Enterprise dice game in progress instead.)
During the dinner rush, at 1900 a group of twenty ASS members in masks and armed with steel bars will form a brief demonstration in the Commissary in which they chant "Down with Specials." If there happens to be any Specials present in the Commissary at that time, they will attack them with malice.
Alpha Curfew Restrictions
All Alpha citizens should be in their quarters within the Wagon Wheel by 2200, unless they’ve been given permission from a GREEN or higher clearance level citizen. Sleeping Aid gas is dispelled each night in the Wagon Wheel at 2200 to assist citizens in getting a productive sleeping period.
Confession Booths
There are hundreds of confession booths available around Alpha Complex if a citizen would like to communicate directly with the computer. Please use these confession booths to report mission statuses, report treason or terrorist acts, unregistered mutants, confess your trespasses against Alpha Complex, request propaganda or speak with Your Friend, The Computer, at any time.
evening
It's Lydia's scream — he'd know it anywhere, even without his werewolf hearing; it's hard to forget the scream that (correctly) predicted your death — that sets Derek into action. He's never gotten along with her and he probably never will, but her warning prepared him for evolution rather than death and he owes her at least trying to keep her safe.
Except, Derek doesn't get there because his path is cut off by charging Alphas, chanting and swinging pipes. Derek grabs the nearest metal chair and closes it, swinging it with a force that actually almost feels like his normal strength — that's got to be in his head — and delighting not-so-secretly in the satisfying way the chair connects with the face of a charging A.S.S. member, not only knocking her off her feet but taking down two others beside her like dominoes. No, he isn't sorry that he's hit a girl. Derek is an equal opportunity destroyer: you come after him and his and he will take you down. He hasn't cared; doesn't care what gender you are and he never will.
The problem is that it's so loud in the Commissary right now and there's so many scents and smells that Derek can't hear someone coming up on his left when he's focusing on swinging the chair again at someone on his right. The impact of steel against his side surprises a roar out of him, one he hadn't realized he could bellow out. He can't see himself, but his eyes have gone an icy, glowing blue, and his fangs have descended. It's the second pipe that cracks him on the side of the head that sends him to the ground and the worst part is that he can't catch himself when he tries, because the floor is covered in...ice? What the—
For a second, he feels a surge of strength and he roars again, face shifting into something more grotesque as he swings clawed hands on either side of himself, trying to catch the legs of the people passing by; slow them down. He's stronger like he should be, at least for right now, but that doesn't change how much pain he's in or the fact that his body won't cooperate when he tries to get back to his feet.
Derek can feel his face shift back to normal and the claws slipping away. Like a teaser that his wolf is still within, but unable to do any real damage. GET UP, he tells himself vehemently and even though it feels like he's been hit by a bus and he's bleeding, he can feel it hot and sticky on the side of his face and his ear feels so hot that it somehow also feels freezing cold.
When he sees the blonde girl, he recognizes her from the news on the PDC and he knows her a little. He's met her on the network, but never in person. His eyes settle on the gun in her hand and he realizes she's the one putting the ice on the floor. "Shoot them!" he barks. "Shoot them!" What good is shooting the goddamn floor?
Derek finally pushes himself to his feet. He's never had a problem letting a woman protect him; in his experience, women are much better at it. There's never been any love lost between himself and the Argent family, but he's at least willing to concede that Allison went down swinging and protecting the people she loved, including Derek's beta. Gracie is small and she's shooting the floor instead of the protesters, which tells Derek she's either never used a gun or she's afraid of actually making an impact with it, but all the same, she does have a weapon and Derek needs a better one than the chair he's lost in the shuffle. If she can cover him to get out of here until he can find something better before joining the fray again, he's not going to begrudge the fact that she's a girl, that's for sure.
"Can you cover me? Can you cover me to get out of here so I can go to my room and get my laser gun?" he pants as he tries to catch his breath, hovering beside her and standing defensively because, well, technically, he's defenseless. She is his defense right now.
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"Oh God. I'm sorry," she burbles, reaching out to try and help Derek get up. She turns just in time to see someone in a mask coming at her. She shoots the floor right in front of them and sends them sliding and slipping, unable to get to her or Derek. She looks back to Derek and shakes her head. "No. It'll kill them." She doesn't know that, but she trusts Cisco when he says it'll turn a person into a popsicle.
She's used the gun, several times today and a couple of times back in Cisco's work room, but she hasn't actually hurt anyone with it yet. She really just wants to help get Specials to safety. Her PDC video function is off now. She didn't actually want to broadcast her using the cold gun. She's probably the wrong person to protect anyone, and she knows that, but she's also one of the few people with a weapon; that makes her qualified to protect someone, and it also makes her feel the need to protect people.
"Ye-yeah," she nods, gripping her gun a little tighter. "Stay behind me," she tells him, stepping in front of him as she turns toward the elevators. She swallows hard and shoots at an attacker headed toward them. She hits the person's arm, the arm that's holding the pipe. Just as Cisco promised it would, the cold gun freezes the person's arm solid and sufficiently disables her (Gracie thinks it's a her by the screams). "Sorry," she squeaks a little as she pushes past the person, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Derek is with her.
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At least she's willing to have his back. He'd felt the surge of the wolf but it's gone again almost as quickly as it had cropped up which is, to say the least, worrisome. It means that he can't fight worth a good goddamn. He's never won a fight even with his werewolf abilities, the one exception being post-evolution obliterating the Berserker. Some part of him thinks that was just as much beginner's luck as anything else. Here, with the werewolf abilities, at least he'd have an upper hand on these guys because they would no longer be on an even playing field like everyone else he's gone into battle with, but it doesn't really matter. They're gone; he can't feel it anymore.
Moving behind her, Derek's got his eye on her six. "Do you have your laser gun?" he asks. "So I can cover your back while you cover mine, or...?" It's probably harder to hear him in the commotion of the protest, but if nothing else, it's worth asking. He hears her apology and looks around again, noticing that she's frozen a potential attacker's arm. "...you didn't just apologize to the bad guy, did you?" Oh God, and this is who he has to depend on right now. That's mildly terrifying. "Do you want me to use it? I'll shoot 'em. I won't even feel bad about it. You don't have to be apologetic when it's self-defense, you know that, right?"
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That's why she's out here instead of hiding in a corner somewhere. She'd done that the first day she'd arrived and she's not going to do it anymore. She's got the means to protect herself and others so she's going to use it. Unfortunately, if she loses the cold gun, she's worthless in a fight as well.
She shakes her head at his question, not looking back. She's going to keep moving forward as long as she knows he's at her back. "I didn't think I needed it. Freeze ray," she says, holding it up and waggling it a little to make her point. "It's going to be okay. We'll just stick together until we get to the elevator." She can hear him, but only because she's sticking close to him. She looks over her shoulder and glares at Derek. "I just maimed him for life. Apologies don't cost anything," she tells him. Yes, that's what her mother used to tell her when she was a little kid. So? When he makes the offer to shoot the people for her, she shakes her head and clutches the gun a bit tighter. "No. It's okay. I guess I missed that in self-defense class. Also missed the self defense class," she says as she shoots at the ground to the side just in front of a masked attacker lunging toward them. The attacker slips on the ice and goes down.
"The guy who gave this to me, told me to do that and run, so this is the running part of things," she tells him, reaching out to take his hand so they don't get separated.
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More and more she sounds like Scott and Derek opens his mouth to argue again when she points out that she's maimed the guy for life. Instead, he thinks it to himself: Good. Now he can't hurt anybody else who doesn't deserve to be hurt for something they can't control. It's probably his lifelong battle of werewolves versus hunters that's rearing up in his head at the moment, because to him, these protesters are sounding very much like Specials versus hunters. They didn't choose to be designated and treated as Specials and yet, here they are. "I guess so," he replies, but it doesn't surprise him. She doesn't have the stomach for this, but he'll give her credit where it's due: she's trying.
Derek lets her take his hand and he follows her through the crowd in escape. He's never run from anything of his own accord in his life. When he and Laura fled to New York after the fire, that had been Laura's call. It doesn't feel good running away instead of fighting when there are innocent people in there being hurt, but he can't fight without a weapon. He doesn't have a good option: he can run or he can die, because he can't foresee an instance where he'll be able to fight with his bare hands with unpredictable access to his strength and claws where he actually comes out in one piece. This is the better option but that doesn't make it a good one.
Once they're free of the knot of chaos and making their way down the hall, Derek finally speaks again. "...are you okay?" he asks and for the first time since, he actually sounds concerned. Again, he can tell, she doesn't have the stomach for this. She's probably never dealt with this sort of thing in her life before here and he envies her that, honestly, but he also acknowledges that that's probably going to make what happened in there a lot harder for her to swallow. She maimed that man for life. He tried to kill her, but it doesn't matter. She's taking it the way Scott would take it: as a failure on her part.
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"Yeah. I realize that," Gracie snaps back as she shoots the cold gun as someone coming too close for her comfort. Yes, she winces when she hits the person's foot instead of the floor in front of them. She underestimated how fast they were moving. "With that sort of thinking, we'll all end up dead." Derek is lucky, with her mindset, even if he pisses her off she'll protect him because she's got the means (the cold gun) and she would never leave him weaponless and vulnerable. She's also not willing to give him her cold gun so...watching his back while he retrieves his weapon it is.
He's not wrong and she realizes that. She knows that sometimes casualties happen, but she doesn't think they ought to go out of their way to kill these people either. She definitely doesn't have the stomach for this, but she is trying and she doesn't want to be the damsel in distress that cowers underneath a table anymore. That girl always has to be rescued or gets killed. While she's not knocking rescuing or being rescued, it's a little tiresome to have to be rescued all the time.
Sometimes you have to run in order to be able to fight back later, or something like that. In any case, he's only running so that he'll have the means of defending himself and others.
When he asks about her welfare (and actually sounds as if he's interested) she smiles tightly at him. "Oh sure. Right now, it's all adrenaline. Later..." she shrugs at that because who knows how she'll be dealing with this later. She knows she'll deal with it better if she can avoid killing someone, but she also knows that's not guaranteed either because if she has to choose over her life, the life of an innocent person or that of someone running around trying to kill others, she's going to choose her life or the innocent person. She's nice but she's not that nice. She's only ever really dealt with a fight between girls once and that had broken up when one girl had pulled another's earring out, ripping her ear in the process. She's very much new to all of this. Later, she'll probably break down in her own room (thank God she's not sharing it with anyone) and become a sobbing mess of a girl, but right now she's doing okay.
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"I appreciate you helping me out." Derek pauses and looks right at her, then. "You know, you don't have to go back down there. Nobody would blame you." It isn't like Derek thinks she feels she needs his approval to be done with the fight, but maybe a bit of understanding might help her decide it's okay not to run back into the line of fire if she doesn't actually want to.
"It's not for everybody," he adds as the doors open and he starts down the hall toward the room he shares with Alcide. "This kind of life. Always fighting; always running. It's exhausting if you're used to it and it's terrifying if you're not. I can tell you're not. So with that in mind," he says as he unlocks their door and lets himself in, gesturing for Gracie to feel free to follow if she'd rather not stand in the hall, "I thought you were pretty awesome down there. ...except for the apologizing to the bad guy thing. That cowardly little shit terrorizing people from behind a mask didn't deserve an apology, even if he did get maimed for life. He wouldn't have been shot if he wasn't trying to kill people.
"I don't expect you to agree with me and I'm not going to try to persuade you to, but I don't think it's a bad thing that now they see we're not just going to sit back and let them pick us off. We're not going to be systematically eliminated because they're jealous we skipped a clearance level, or whatever the hell their issue with us is; we're going to fight back, and I know you feel bad, but you know what? Now they know that even the smaller Specials who don't look like they'd be any trouble aren't fucking around anymore. We're fighting back and the more we do that, the less inclined they're eventually going to be to keep trying to get rid of us. You can only get your ass handed to you so many times before you stop going on the offense when you know you're going to lose."
Derek's been looking through his stuff the whole time he's been talking and he finally finds his laser gun, pulling it out and loading the RED barrel into it. Then, he looks up at Gracie again. "So, try not to be so hard on yourself. Okay?"
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"You're welcome," she tells him but smiles a little sadly. "Yeah. I do. The first day I was here, one of the secret societies...Deaf Leopard or something....were shooting everything up. I cowered behind a bunch of boxes until someone came along to save me. It worked out okay, but now I've got a weapon and I can defend myself better than some of the people down there. I don't want to be the girl cowering in a room safe when other people aren't."
She smiles a little at his compliment. "Thank you." As for the rest of it, she gets it and she understands why he feels that way. Maybe if she had a less lethal weapon, she'd feel that way too but she doesn't want to kill people, even in self defense. She doesn't want that on her conscience.
"For what it's worth, I do think it's good we're fighting back," she tells him and she's not even going to object to people killing others in self defense. If they can carry that burden, then who is she to judge?
"Okay," she nods a little. She's honestly not sure how she'll process this later, but she'll try to keep his words in mind. "Be careful, okay?"
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He gives Gracie a sad sort of smile and a nod when she says that yes, she does have to go back down there. He knows the feeling. If Gracie wants to go back into the fray, he isn't going to talk her out of it; there's no point in that. They're both complete idiots for going back down into that mess, but they're noble idiots, at least.
As he moves toward the door, Derek puts a hand on her shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze of solidarity before dropping his hand back to his side. "You too," he says sincerely. "Here goes nothing."