Daycycle 112 [ October 16 - October 22 ]

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daycycle 112

[Oct 16 - Oct 22]

[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]

Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty

No Special Troubleshooters have been selected for a mission this morning.

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Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties, unless specifically assigned a different shift.

Free Enterprise is pushing a new, adjusted street form of No Fear (Dynomorphin). The original pharmaceutical is meant for those in Ultraviolet ranks, but this form is much dirtier, cheaper and more addictive. In order to get people hooked, they've put a healthy dose in the wagon wheel's ORANGE and RED level coffee-like supplies. The drug causes a very bullet proof feeling of euphoria. Side effects include paranoia, hallucinations, increased sociability, increased sex drive, panic attacks, excited delirium - extreme agitation and violence, and the temporary loss of feeling in nerve endings (inability to feel pain). A standard dose lasts four hours. Withdrawal symptoms include nosebleeds, sweating, nausea, dehydration and blinding migraines. For those that want more of the drug, Free Enterprise will make it easily accessible.

At 1200, a squad of Grey Ops will arrive at Medical Services to escort Caitlin Snow away for suspected treason. Anyone asking for additional information will be told it's classified and warned not to continue asking questions. Approximately fifteen minutes later another squad of Grey Ops will arrive at Internal Security to lead Vision away. Anyone asking for additional information will be given the same party line.

At 1400 today, Jack Harkness will be summoned by Mind Control to the Production offices on the twenty fifth floor. There he will be offered a position in Media Production where he will assist with the Teela O'Malley show. This position will come with a clearance level promotion of ORANGE, since the talk show star doesn't associate with anyone of lower clearance level. Jack will be responsible for ramping up the excitement levels of the live audience and the personal entertainment of the star.

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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 1900 in Meeting Room G, Wagon Wheel Floor 24 and will be hosted by the Alpha Smiling Club. Join us tonight for refreshments and tips on faking it until you make it!

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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.

Comments

Open + Closed

[fictor]

O P E N

Ronan's morning starts normal enough. He walks with Adam to the commissary, gets the blob of breakfast he's allotted and a cup of coffee. Since Adam had been attacked, he hasn't slept much (gas mask + insomnia) so he goes back for a second cup of coffee.

When it's time to walk Adam to work, Ronan suggests that they both play hooky and he's delighted that Adam agrees. From there, they'll start destroying minor things at first and progressively move onto bigger things. Most of the violence will be directed toward cameras, security locks and graffiti, not to mention blowing anything up that can be blown up. The fact that he has access to certain things like spray paint, flare guns and blunt weapons through is job is a boon today and Adam is sneaky as fuck when he wants to be. Come join in the fun, but if you try to stop it, Ronan will fight back. His fun (and stress outlet) is not going to be taken away easily.

C L O S E D

Later, Ronan and Adam will abandon the destruction party in favor of moving onto Adam's work station. After all, Adam has access to cars and Ronan has missed driving far too fast. This seems like the perfect day for remedying that.

((ooc: feel free to join in on the destruction party. Single threads with Ronan totally just assume Adam is not far from him.))

Closed

[adamparrish]

Really, this couldn't have come at a better time for Adam Parrish. He's been in some serious pain since the attack by Free Enterprise. Whatever drug is in the coffee alleviates that in the best of ways. He's been hyper-vigilant since the attack. The drug takes away that anxiousness that has been settled in his belly. Adam has been quiet and careful since the attack. He doesn't see any reason for that right now, in thanks to whatever's in the coffee.

After a day of being indestructible in spite of the way he looks like he's been run over by an eighteen-wheeler, Adam is feeling pretty good. It's his idea to grab one of the vehicles from his work in motorized transport and just go... go until they can't go anymore, see how far they can go. It seems like the best idea.

Of course, once he's used his clearance badge to get in, once they've commandeered a vehicle, he hands the wheel over to Ronan. Ronan loves driving. Adam just enjoys being along for the ride. He points straight ahead. "Through that bay door should get us out of here."

(i'm ok with either ronan or both boys. whatever you guys want)

[makeslouder]

After the day she had yesterday, Blue had been more than ready to play a little bit of hooky from work. The excuse she does initially give herself is that it's okay to be late to her assignment because she needs to check up on Adam and see how he's healing. If she's doing that, she also might as well check up on Ronan and see how he's handling the mess. They might not be in Henrietta and circumstances might be entirely different here, but she still considers them to be her boys and friends. That means whatever trouble they're in, she wants a part of it.

What she doesn't expect, when she finally does find them, is all the chaos they're causing. Oh, Blue expects nothing less of Ronan Lynch. But Adam's always been more cautious. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she can imagine Gansey disapproving of all of this. But Gansey isn't here right now and...

"Hey, can I try that?" Blue shouts out after one of them successfully blows up a nearby camera.

OPEN

[dorkify]

m o r n i n g

Coffee is life as far as Gracie is concerned and it's free here, even if it is terrible. She completely foregoes breakfast entirely (not uncommon) and instead consumes three cups of coffee while loitering around (never actually sitting) the commissary. She carries a fourth cup of coffee with her toward her work station as she tries to put together her morning report. Of course, she has to give lead levels in the water and average temperature. She wants to talk a little about the explosion in the bot factory that hurt Tony and Cisco, but she's not entirely sure how to do that. She's also got to help Lydia put together a commercial for her store.

It's a busy day. She definitely needs that fourth cup of coffee

a f t e r n o o n

The coffee is doing it's job. By afternoon (and another cup of coffee) Gracie is on edge. She does eat lunch then decides, instead of heading back to her work station, she's going to do some investigating. She's supposed to investigate, right? It's part of her job. She's particularly excited, restless, friendly and happy today and why shouldn't she be? Things are going really well here! She's got a job that is the equivalent of being the weekend third string news reporter and that's not a bad place to start out! Her friends are going to be okay and the coffee is particularly good today. Well, not really, but it's working particularly well today. She says hi to everyone she meets in the hallway and might actually stop them to chat.

There could be dancing in the hallways. I'm just saying

e v e n i n g

By evening, most of the coffee's effects have worn off, but Gracie's still suffering from enough of the side effects (and her day has been hectic enough) that blowing off steam seems perfect. She's recently discovered The Strobe so she wanders down there to dance, listen to music and feel like someone else for a little while. Come join her in dancing somewhere besides the hallways for a little while?

Music is the perfect remedy for the day she's had, as is dancing.

Early afternoon

[namegenerator]

He's more than a little grateful to be out of the hospital. Laying in a bed like that all day only made him feel like even more of an invalid than he already had given the injuries he'd sustained, but true to their word, the medical staff had given him the green light and sent him on his way late that morning. He hasn't got anything to do, though, given the fact that they blew up his freaking lab and he can't even pilfer supplies from it to take to HQ to start working because it was in such shambles that it's been cordoned off for the time being.

He's looking much better; most of the scarring is minimal and while his skin is still a little discolored from it on his face and hands, they assured him that if he waits another day or two, even that will have faded. He looks mostly like himself again. He feels like himself, though, and that's the most important.

So, Cisco goes to the Commissary so that he can start planning the suits for the Specials to wear under their jumpsuits. Tries to remember what all went into the original design of Barry's costume and how he'll have to tweak it here to be equally as effective without the exact same resources. He's sitting at a far table, making notes for himself in his PDC when he hears a familiar voice chirping cheerful hellos out in the hall. Cisco smiles a little and puts his PDC away, getting up and heading to the hall to meet her.

"Hey, Taylor!" he calls out playfully, leaning against the wall a few yards behind her, because apparently she's already passed the entrance of the Commissary he'd been the closest to.

open

[rouxgaroux]

[ morning ]

Alcide is still new here. He's still getting his bearings. This is why he goes through much of the morning routine in a daze. He shares a room with Buffy Summers and Derek Hale. He has yet to really meet Derek aside from in passing, but his roommates seem okay. In the morning he gets up and dressed, then heads to breakfast where he's relieved that there's coffee with his rations that look like colorless glop. If there's coffee then the day is at least getting off on the right start.


[ mid-day ]

By lunchtime, Alcide is feeling jittery in every way. It's not unlike the added edge of being Alpha of a pack of wild wolves has given him before. It's like flying high on power. It's a thrill. It's also dangerous for a man with the temperament of an Alpha wolf to feel this way.

There's a very good reason Alcide gave up being in a pack, turned to being a lone wolf. He didn't like himself when he had that power. It almost changed him in a horrible way. He prefers to be a good guy than the man he had almost given himself over to. In that vein of being the Alpha, of wanting his wolf, of wishing it were here, he's having trouble keeping his jumpsuit all the way on. By mid day, he's wishing he could shift so much that the top half of his jumpsuit is hanging off at his waist and people are lucky the rest of it from the waist down is still on.

Whatever's happening to him right now, it isn't good. The wild look in his eyes, a look that gets even more wild as the day progresses, should warn most people that he isn't himself.


[ evening ]

By night time, Alcide is coming down from that high in a devastating way. Whatever happened to him today, he didn't like it every but as much as he didn't like the unnatural power of being the Alpha of his pack in Shreveport. It took him over in a way he hates.

He'll spend most of his night in his room, avoiding people. At dinner time, he'll head into the cafeterias. After eyeing the rations with suspicion, he'll make a decision not to eat or drink anything and walk out.

Mid-Day

[whattingawhat]

Buffy had a couple of cups of coffee to start her day out then went straight to her work station. She's grateful for a quiet day, a day that allows her to patrol. She grabs a billy club and suggests to Alcide that they go patrol. It'll give her a chance to tell him a little more about this place, show him around and get to know him.

She's feeling particularly chatty today as they traverse the hallways, her swinging her club at her side, him...undressing. She glances at him then glances again. She swallows hard, that keyed up feeling getting worse. She exhales. "The jumpsuits are--I mean like they couldn't have chosen something less fashionable, could they? And red really isn't my color. They should have picked a nice blue. Or white. I like the way I look in white."

She might be rambling a bit more today, even before he started getting undressed.

Evening

[duelo]

After dinner — more coffee and no Soylent because it's disgusting — Derek makes his way back to his room. He's not really interested in the Alpha Smiling Club, but he's thinking that it wouldn't suck to get to know his new roommate better. Or bond with Buffy. Or with Alcide. Or both! Both would be awesome.

It's been an uncharacteristically good day and Derek wants to keep the momentum going, so he's whistling a Fall Out Boy — It's Dance, Dance, and don't judge him — tune to keep himself pumped and positive.

When Derek walks into the room and notes that Alcide is already in there, he can't help noticing the state of the other man's jumpsuit and his jaw goes slack with awe. "Oh, why didn't I think of that?!" he complains. "This thing is so itchy, I hate it." If Alcide can do it, so can Derek, he thinks as he starts to unzip his own jumpsuit to peel it down to his waist. "I'm Derek, by the way. I don't think we've actually gotten a chance to talk much, but I wanted to formally introduce myself."

Open

[stillplaying]

If Katniss had thought that she had felt good the day before, that had been nothing to how she feels when she leaves the cafeteria after breakfast. This is happiness and lightheartedness on a level that she's never experienced before. Every reason she has to be depressed, to be distrusting and scowling, has evaporated. Every reason she has to hate herself is gone. For the first time in her life, Katniss is free from anything that might hold her back or hold her down.

And so she celebrates. She celebrates throughout the day by singing. Though the lyrics of some songs might be sad, it would be hard to tell from the joyous way in which she sings. At times, when the hallways are more crowded, she takes a break from singing to show off in another way. Katniss is an excellent singer. But she'd consider herself a better archer. With the bow and quiver stolen from the range, she shows off by making difficult shots.

Applause is unnecessary. Really.

At work, she assesses physical conditions by pulling her clients into dance. Or at least that's what she claims if anyone asks. Though it's her second day on the job, Katniss has yet to actually care about her work. Dancing is a lot more fun. Today is a good day to dance.

The dancing continues through the night. Although most of the effects of No Fear have died away, her HappiTime dosages continue as scheduled. The singing continues. But at least she finds a more appropriate place. Following her roommates (Gracie this time) is getting to be a bad habit. But once again, it pays off. The Strobe is a perfect place to waste the rest of the manic energy fueling her today.

Afternoon

[sanguinescry]

Lydia's really wishing that there was a Starbucks around here, because the YELLOW coffee isn't too bad, but...it's not a Pumpkin Spice Latte and that's what she could really go for right about now. Business is still a little slow because mostly people that have come into the shop are just looking to see what she has to offer, but she hasn't had a lot of purchases.

So when she hears singing outside the store in the Commissary, because she hasn't any customers at the moment, it's a distraction. And whoever it is, they have a beautiful voice.

"Hey," she calls out, getting up from the front desk and moving to the entrance, not wanting to leave her merch unsupervised, but also wanting to make herself seen. "You, hey...with the singing, come here, will you? For a second?"

[dorkify]

Gracie doesn't even think about it when Katniss follows her to The Strobe. She's happy to have company, though she would like to have something to wear that isn't her red jumpsuit. It would certainly add to the festive feeling of the club. She doesn't hesitate to grab Katniss' hand and pull her out onto the dance floor. She'll be happy to demonstrate dancing in her world.

Open | Throughout the day

[duelo]

morning briefing

Like every morning, Derek wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all, because he really...doesn't sleep much anymore. He and Buffy go out exploring the Complex after they've dodged the SleepAid with their gas masks and once they get back to the room, Derek has a hard time settling. If he falls asleep at all, it's typically a restless one filled with nightmares of the glitches — memories — and it's nearly impossible to get a decent night's sleep with all of those factors combined. He usually grunts a good morning to his roommates, the two that remain, and today is no different.

He makes his way to the Commissary, yawning, and drinks a single cup of the RED clearance 'coffee' in one gulp; he's learned that if he does it fast enough, like an alcohol shot, he won't taste it. It's better that way. Derek pours himself another and takes it with him when he goes to find a seat for the morning briefing.

afternoon

It's weirdly busy today in IntSec, specifically in his troubleshooting station. It seems like more people than normal are getting their Fitness Checks with him. Their reactions range from overly upset by a bland response on his part to excitable...one woman literally jumped on him and started pawing at him while gushing her gratitude for a good score before he tossed her onto the ground and sent her away.

Usually, Derek doesn't tend to drink more than a cup or two of coffee in the morning, but he can't seem to stop drinking it today. It still tastes like hell, but he feels more alert than normal. More sociable. He's actually been having friendly conversation with most of the Alphas he's been assessing today, which is new, to be sure.

night-time; closed to Buffy

Today, Derek has lost count of the number of cups of coffee he's had. His body feels almost as agile as it normally would; some part of his mind has tricked himself into think that the coffee is bringing back the wolf within, so he's been guzzling it like water all friggen day.

By the time it's lights out and he's put the gas mask on to keep from being knocked out, Derek's wired and anxious. They need to get out of the room. His jumpsuit is still down around his waist when the vents kick off and he sits back up in bed, discarding the gas mask and waiting for Buffy to do the same. Alcide, the other, newer roommate had come in earlier with his own jumpsuit drawn down to the waist and Derek thought that was a good idea. So he stole it.

"Pssst," he hisses at Buffy. "The vents shut off. Let's go," he says, getting to his feet, jumpsuit still hanging sloppily with the sleeves tied around his waist like a belt. "Come on."

[whattingawhat]

Earlier, when Buffy had popped into the room she shared with the boys to see both Derek and Alcide with their jumpsuits down to their waists, she was pretty sure she was in some sort of reality show, one she had no interest in being kicked off.

Buffy had snuck a cup of coffee after dinner too because she'd assumed she and Derek would end up exploring tonight. She's keyed up and ready to go when Derek hisses at her. He may have his jumpsuit around his waist, but hers is only unzipped a bit lower than usual. She takes her gas mask off and slips her feet into her shoes then grabs her flashlight. She'll follow Derek out the door silently, letting him lead for the most part. She's still restless and jumpy. She knows it's probably because of the coffee (but assumes it's the caffeine) but she'd needed it to get through the day.

[stillplaying]

Eager to gain passing marks on their evaluations, Katniss hasn't exactly had the same issues with Fitness Checks as Derek. Many have given her strange looks whenever she's insisted that they dance with her to prove their fitness, but just as many seem eager to prove themselves to her. There have been a few here and there that haven't exactly taken to Katniss' style of dancing and intend try to teach her a few steps that aren't nearly as innocent as the dances of District 12.

It's sometime after she's dealt with a few of those showing more initiative, and sometime after Derek's kicked out the woman, that she abandons her post to join him. Katniss flashes him a smile tinted with mischief before reaching out to grab his hand.

"C'mon," she insists as she places that hand on her waist and takes his other hand in hers. Without waiting for much of a response or a reaction, Katniss starts a simple jig to imaginary music. "You deserve to have some fun, too."

Morning Briefing

[thesavior]

Emma was an early riser, having been to the commissary for coffee already. She entered into the room with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She hadn't been here long, so she didn't know anyone really. It really seemed like a shame to her so as she poured her second cup of coffee, drinking it, as she threw caution to the wind.

She flopped, yes flopped into the seat next to Derek, with about as much grace as a toadstool, but she giggled anyway. She straightened herself up, looking over at dark and broody, before giving him a smile.

"Been here long?"

Open

[makeslouder]

Blue's willingness to comply to standard uniform protocols last for a total of one day. Though she starts the morning off in a normal RED uniform, mid-way through her second cup of coffee, she's ripping at the leg seams. It's not her best work but by the end of breakfast, she manages to remove both sleeves and trim the pants legs to her knees.

In fact, she's decided that today, Blue isn't going to be Blue Sarget the good citizen. She's going to be Blue Sargent, rebel. She plays hooky from work for the first time after coming across Ronan and Adam blowing things up. For a little while she joins them until something else catches her attention.

Gansey. At first, Blue can't believe her eyes. She blinks furiously, her brow scrunching as she abandons shooting security camera lenses and stares straight ahead. It's hard to believe but she can't mistake the boy in front of her for anyone else. He's dressed in that stupid lime-green polo shirt she hates and those ridiculous top-siders. She smiles widely and then goes running down the hall to hug the hallucination.

For the rest of the day, Blue can be found talking to herself as she shows off Alpha Complex to her newly arrived hallucination of a boyfriend.

Afternoon

[fateless]

Allison isn't a big fan of what passes as coffee around this place, but it's safe to say that she has gotten used to it. Not completely, because she doesn't think anyone can get used to it, but she's pretty damn close to it.

Today there's something in the coffee, though, that doesn't make it taste so bad. Or, rather, that makes her crave for seconds (and thirds) long before she generally does. It makes her wired, sure, but she doesn't mind it. Because, despite that, her mind feels absolutely clear and like it's processing thoughts at a speed that she can't quite keep up with, but she doesn't mind it. It helps her think, it helps her work on the weapons she's supposed to keep clean and ready to be used, and that's how she lands on her brilliant idea. What better way to make sure the weapons are okay and fully functional, than trying them out herself? Sure, that's not part of her job description, but so what? She would ensure the weapons she's in charge of will work better than ever by testing them out.

Except, first she needs a refill. The trip to the Commissary is almost a blur, but on her way back to the armed forces sector she catches sight of the girl talking to herself. Wearing a uniform that she hadn't seen before on anyone, but Allison doesn't find it as odd. If anything, it just makes her approach her that much easier.

"Hey. Nice uniform."

Open | Throughout the day

[sanguinescry]

For the larger part of the day, Lydia will be in her new shop, True Alpha in the Commissary. She'll be taking a lunch in the afternoon and a dinner break, as well, in the evening, but the shop will be open mostly from the beginning of the work day until around 18:00.

After that, she heads down to Specials HQ to catch up with anyone who might happen to be down there. And, you know, to play fetch with Gucci. She misses her baby, because she might have gotten caught up in a moment yesterday and left him down there after the promotion ceremony in favor of going back to her new room with Matt. Oops.

[im_ironman]

After Tony is released from Medical Services, he doesn't bother wasting any time to get the hell out of there as soon as he's allowed. The glow of the arc reactor is impossible to miss through the jumpsuit, which earns him a good amount of glances that range all over between subtle and downright obvious, but he tries not to show how much it bothers him. This isn't the first time that he has dealt with this, after all, and Tony is well versed in knowing how to use masks to cover up any discomfort he may be feeling so, by the time he reaches the Commissary, he's looking as comfortable in his skin as he can.

He doesn't go to see Lydia right away, though; instead, he makes a detour so that he can buy a few things. From there, he sneaks back to his room so that he can store the gas mask, goggles and flashlight under his bed, and then he heads back to the Commissary. All the walking puts a strain on his chest after doing nothing but rest all of yesterday, he can feel the discomfort of the reactor in his chest, but he refuses to let it show. Especially as he approaches Lydia's shop, because he really is happy for her and this new venture. Sure, he's worried - he doubts that will change any time soon - but he has to trust that this won't bring her any additional trouble than what she has already dealt with.

With one arm behind his back, he walks up to her and smiles when she turns to him. "Shop looks great. How's business going so far?"

Open | Throughout the Day

[withstyle]

MORNING

Izzy’s not entirely sure what the hell she did the day before. Her brain is fuzzier than it ever is on a normal basis this morning, to tell the truth. She remembers being pulled for some special job, but after that…that’s when things get a little bit iffy. It’s got the shadowhunter both on edge and confused all morning as she tries to jump back in to what has (somehow) become her normal routine. That’s easier said than done, though.

Izzy moves through the commissary with preoccupation written all over her face as she gets her ‘food’ and her coffee. She’s decided that she was wrong. She told Zee she’d made food similar to this (or at least something along those lines) the…day before yesterday (or was it yesterday, Jesus, she doesn’t like this confusion) and she was wrong. Even her cooking isn’t this bad and that’s not her usual posturing to save face so that her brothers aren’t teasing her.

Because her head isn’t quite right today, Izzy goes for the third cup of coffee before even realizing how many she’s had—lord does she miss the good java, though. Izzy heads for the morning briefing, coffee in hand, looking for somebody to sit with…maybe even the guy who was pulled with her for the job yesterday…in case he remembers something, but…as always naturally, Izzy’s not picky and there’s a relatively open look on her face….even with the fuzziness she’s fighting.

AFTERNOON

It’s only a couple of hours into the work day before Izzy’s attention-span seems to fail. The morgue, and her lab, are not exactly the most social of place. The petite shadowhunter can’t stand the isolation. She’s practically bursting at the seams as she ducks out of her area, then again….if they weren’t trying to encourage it they probably shouldn’t have escorted Dr. Snow out of the hospital earlier. Izzy’s been juiced ever since, honestly. Her questions went unanswered, but she’s since forgotten that in favor of strutting through the halls in her newly-fashioned jumpsuit.

She’s hated the thing since she arrived, though, not the color so much as the fact that it’s flattering on a grand total of: no one. So, Izzy took a scalpel to the damn thing, removing the sleeves, cutting the collar out and creating something with a bit more of a v-neck (to show off the runes on both her neck and her chest), and finishing up her alterations by cutting the legs off into some short shorts. She’s still in hate with the boots, but finding heels isn’t as easy as hacking material off of her jumpsuit.

She makes several visits throughout the hospital, more than happy to talk to anybody throughout her journey, before making her way out of the clinical environment, unable to help but need to be anywhere else.

That was when she spotted him: Alec. Seeing her brother heading toward the armory had been, literally, the only encouragement that she’d needed to head that way. And to take the whip. Izzy’s missed her own electrum whip since arriving in Alpha, but to see her brother hovering near the whips in the armory, giving her that look full of sass that only he can manage, well, Izzy couldn’t resist. It’s not the same as her’s, but it’ll do. She’s more preoccupied in the armory, but still aware enough that she’s not ignoring everyone. She’s not particularly aware of when Alec disappeared, but she leaves the armory intending on finding him.

Maybe he took arrows? Maybe he had something in mind? She doesn’t know, but she needs to find him. The only problem is that there are so many people around. So many attractive people, and people that she hasn’t gotten the chance to meet yet…people that she really should talk to.

Late evening (let me know if you want me to post this elsewhere)

[smoak]

It’s maybe forty five minutes before bed when Felicity returns to her room, her eyes lingering on the door across the hall for a second before she turns away from it and opens her own door instead.

She’s surprised, actually, when she only sees Izzy here. Or, as she’s started calling her in her head: the woman with the awesome tattoos. They introduced themselves when Izzy first moved in not long ago, and they’ve talked once or twice — let’s face it, you can’t avoid that type of thing when you live in a room with four other people. But Izzy was her bunkmate and she always seemed friendly.

And boy, has today been a day.

“Hi Izzy,” she says, smiling as she closes the door behind her. “How was your-“ Oh shoot. She can feel something in her nose. Quickly, she digs into her pockets for a tissue and pulls one out in time to catch the blood. “Ugh. Sorry. These just- I started getting them after lunch today. I’m not sure why.“

It doesn’t take her long however, to get it under the control. A little tiny piece of tissue, rolled up and stuck inside her left nostril does the trick. She’s not going to win any beauty pageants, but at least in a few minutes, she’ll be able to take it out and none of her roommates will have to deal with her blood on everything.

After noon | Closed to Cisco

[im_ironman]

After the hell of a rollercoaster that this morning has been, Tony takes another quick trip to the Commissary for something to eat and to reload on caffeine before taking a walk. Considering his department is still under construction, right now he has some free time, so he figures that he should check on Vision. He hasn't seen the guy since after his arrival and, considering how shaken up Vision had been that day, and then what happened yesterday, Tony just wants to see him. He wants to make sure that he's okay. He feels like shit for not going to check on him sooner, but just because he hasn't visited him sooner, it doesn't mean that he hasn't been worried about him.

Maybe that's what makes it worse when he finally sees Vision, but he isn't alone. He's being take away by a squad of Grey Ops, and Tony rushes over to stop them despite knowing damn well that he could get taken away for treason. He doesn't care. He doesn't know why they want him, and when he finally reaches them they tell him that they can't disclose any information, but Tony still tries to get them to let him go. He hasn't done anything, Tony tries to tell them, but all it earns him is a forceful shove that knocks him on his ass, and then they're gone.

No, his mind screams. Maybe he even yells it out as he scrambles to his feet, but it's too late. They're gone, Vision is gone, and Tony feels like his heart is pounding painfully against the arc reactor. He fully expects someone to grab him, take him along with Vision, and for a moment he's even ready to welcome it - hell, he wants them to try and grab him so that he can start swinging back - but nothing. Nothing happens, they're gone, and no one comes for him.

It's their mistake, Tony thinks. It feels like his blood is swirling loudly and viciously in his ears as his heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, but he doesn't even think for half a second that this feels...off. He has been angry ever since waking up at the hospital, but right now that anger feels just right. Because that desire to destroy the Computer is back with a vengeance, and he stalks his way down to Specials HQ with that specific goal in mind. It's all he can obsess over think about, making his walk feel like a blur, but suddenly he's there, and Cisco is in there as well, and Tony brightens because yes. They were going to take down this hellhole, right? It's perfect.

"Hey," he greets a little breathless. "You busy?"

late afternoon if that's coooool, just for my continuity's sake

[namegenerator]

Cisco's been tinkering a little bit with some of the discarded experiments deemed a failure to replicate Ray Palmer's nanotech, trying to put together some sort of poor man's Cold Gun — he's still salty about Captain Cold and Heatwave taking his toys — when he hears Tony enter HQ and he looks up. A small smile lights his almost fully healed face and he shakes his head, gesturing for Tony to join him on the far side of the room in the lab they'd set up before Cisco had arrived.

"Nah, mostly just guess work for the moment. I don't have a whole lot of material down here. I was going to go steal from the our lab, but I can't get in there, so...I'm just stuck with what I managed to steal up to this point, which isn't a whole lot. What's up, man, how are you feeling?" he asks.

Cisco sets down the things he's working with for a moment and really gets a good look at Tony. There's that glint in his eye again and he sounds like he's been running. Why does Cisco get the feeling that this isn't going to be your average, every day conversation? Things have been going really well for him today. Weirdly well. Everything just feels good and seriously, he loves these people. Not the Alphas, but the Specials. All of them. But especially Tony. "You sound winded, dude, you good?"

Weapon Effectiveness Assessors - prepare for mayhem

[pretendtoneedme]

Nat certainly didn't blink when Clint drank at least four cups of coffee with every breakfast he had the opportunity to and many more throughout the day, nor Steve or Tony, but his intake had dropped somewhat since waking up in Alpha. Whatever it was, the coffee-like stuff still wasn't coffee, and so his consumption had been cut in half.

That was still more than enough for the drug to affect his system.

It started slowly, so much so that he couldn't be entirely sure this wasn't just the natural effect of the caffeine-like substitute hitting him like it always did, but by the time he was finished "eating" and had made it to his service firm for the day, Clint was feeling like he maybe could plow through a wall like he'd seen Thor do a couple of times. For the moment, it was minor, a feeling of confidence and a slight increase in brain activity, with which came ideas - which meant that the first thing that he did when he got to the WEA was grab one of the laser-gun prototypes that they were supposed to be testing that day, a small screwdriver, and some wires, and start opening the thing to begin modifying it.

This would either go extremely well or exceptionally poorly.

[onthedot]

Poorly, likely.

Peggy looked at the wires, looked at the screwdriver and huffed. Boys. She settled down to watch him, curious to see what he'd come up with when he hadn't even drawn some kind of schematic and was playing with technology that was truly unworldly, and sipped at her second cup of coffee. Warmth curled in her stomach and flooded slowly down to her toes.

"You missed a wire." She hasn't the first idea what it was meant to lead to, but- "I imagine you might need it. On the floor by your left foot."

Afternoon

[missromanova]

Do you know what Natasha hates? She hates her room.

Not her roommates, of course, although she doesn't know them very well other than Cisco. Natasha hates the room in general, and how very purposeful it is in removing any sense of individuality to brand them as numbers instead of people. She knows not to rock the boat, because this isn't Natasha's first rodeo when it comes to tyrannical hierarchies, but today, she doesn't care. Today, Natasha is going to do something about it.

The only person that she knows who drinks more coffee than she does is Clint, and after two cups she is more than aware that something was happening. Her own intel gives her an idea of exactly what's going on and who is responsible, and Natasha knows that the withdrawal is going to be a bitch. She also knows who's head she has to make roll to make sure sure this doesn't happen again, but for now, who cares? She feels great, and she knows it's the drug, but she hasn't felt great in a very long time and this sensation, this freeing concept of not having to worry, is too good for her to let slip by. Maybe that's the drug talking as well. Once again, though; who cares?

She doesn't have much to work with in the way of decoration but what she does have is paper, and Natasha leans against the wall next to her door in the hallway making small flowers in the same style that she did when she was a little girl. A practice that was done for hours on end to exercise their fine motor skills when she was around nine, because it's useful to have an army of children who can reach into small spaces and complete work on a micro scale. Natasha likes to think that they let her do it so she could feel normal sometimes. Today, she can even convince herself that maybe it was a little of both.

She's singing to herself as she does it, head swaying a little with a faint smile on her lips - oh she's going to murder whatever Free Enterprise agent was behind this. Once she finishes a flower she moves to stick it on the door of her room, uncaring of who or what may pass by to see her. Let them try to stop her. Natasha wants a pretty door, and she dares some robo-guard to try and tell her she can't have it; they have necks, which means that they can be snapped. She laughs a little to herself mid-chorus at the thought.

Re: Afternoon

[thesavior]

Emma was on her way back to her room when she spotted the redhead sitting on the floor doing something that looked like fun. Emma was always up for a little fun, so she made her way closer.

She stopped a little bit away from Natasha, not wanting to interrupt her or anything. She was just watching, not in a creepy stalker way, but in a that looks interesting what is it kind of way. She bit her lip nervously for about three seconds, before throwing caution to the wind, crouched down next to her.

"Whatcha doin'?" She asked.

[a_man_out_of_time]

{ Morning, Pre-Coffee; Closed to Katniss and Tony }

Sleep has always been hard for Steve. There were too many things that haunt him when the room goes dark and all he’s left with are his memories. There’s too many mistakes the Captain can’t take back, but he’s found a way to live with it. But living with those types of mistakes isn’t pleasant — and one of the side effects was that he barely sleeps.

It also doesn’t help that, according to his glitches, three months ago, Steve didn’t need to rely on sleep. His body didn’t need as many hours or as much rest as he did as a kid, or as most people do as adults.

At least when he was in RED, whatever gassed they used worked. Sleep had come to him at the same time every day, on a schedule that would have made the Army proud. But now that he was in GREEN, there was no more gas, so Steve went back to tossing and turning and dozing off when he could.

Yet somehow, last night was different.

Maybe it was because he was completely exhausted from the night before, having stayed up all night to watch over Tony’s room in the hospital, and then went in for a full day of work right after. So last night, it had taken him awhile, but eventually Steve actually slept for at least four straight hours before waking up that morning. And of course, he woke up late. Late, because he planned on bringing coffee to Tony before the Troubleshooter meeting that morning.

Ten minutes later, he’s running out the door, a thermos of coffee in hand, his hair not exactly combed, and his jumpsuit zipper is a little messed up, but at least Steve feels better rested than he’s been in weeks.

{ Afternoon, Post-Coffee; Currently for Emma⇢Jack, Gracie, Izzy, Morgana }
[ ooc: the plotting post for kissing Steve is located here! basically I’ve set this up so that he can be near all of your jobs if you want to find him there! ]

After the huge R&D explosion, divisions of the Armed Forces were asked to fan themselves out across the Complex and see if they can find any suspicious activity. Since Steve was of higher rank, and more than a little famous, he’d specifically been deployed to the various Sectors to speak to those in charge of daily operations, and make recommendations on their security protocols.

While technically he does have shared autocar privileges, most of the time Steve chose to walk. It gives him a better understanding of the subsectors, and for some reason, he feels really good today, and it leaves Steve wondering if this is what normal people feel like after a good night’s rest.

Afternoon near the Hospital/Medical Services

[withstyle]

Izzy's walking...no walking isn't really the best way to put it. For the first time since she's arrived in Alpha, since she's been given the damned clunky boots, she's strutting with the confident smile on her face because she's in a great mood. She's fixed her jumpsuit (having cut off the legs into shorts, made it sleeveless, and created more of a v-neckline) and she's definitely rocking it as she heads out of the hospital after making repeated stops throughout the building in her escape of the morgue.

It's shortly after exiting the hospital that she spots the familiar, and friendly, face. Izzy's smile grows of it's own volition, the euphoria that she was already experiencing shooting up. She has to talk to Steve. He's a good guy. She likes him. After all, he's adorable and sexy, which (if you think about it) is a pretty rare combo. Though, she's not sure when she started to tack sexy onto her mental description.

"Steve!" Izzy waves to catch the taller, more muscular, and decidedly male individual as she rushes over to catch up. The petite shadowhunter wastes no time in taking a hold of his arm by looping her arm under his and sidling up close. "Fancy seeing you here. I feel like I haven't seen you in a while. What are you doing over this way?" Izzy can feel Steve's bicep the way she's holding his arm. #27 definitely earned his title from what she can feel.

Honestly, he could have been closer to the top, Izzy notes, fingers of her left hand (the one not looped) now brushing over his bicep.

Closed to Felicity

[greenhood]

Oliver was on edge and it had nothing to do with the strength of the coffee warming his hands. He'd been putting off a particular conversation since the day he'd first woken up, but he knew he couldn't avoid the issues altogether. Eventually, she'd get tired of waiting or else someone would show up that they knew (he hoped not) and reveal what they knew about his and Felicity's respective pasts. And he still owed it to her.

That didn't make it easy.

But he'd still asked her to meet him so that they could discuss just why he hadn't been ready to pick up where she thought they'd left off. It meant rehashing everything he'd done wrong and trying not to oversell how he'd been doing it for the right reasons.

He'd been between a rock and a hard place and did it really make a difference whether he'd actually told the people who'd eventually found out? It was a debate he'd been having with himself since that night and he'd still come to no conclusions, but maybe that in itself was a conclusion. There had been no right answer and he'd just have to live with the consequences, even if he had to inform Felicity of what they'd been himself.

The one thing he knew for sure was that it wasn't fair adding another lie on top of all the other ones, especially when this was a lie he wasn't sure he could live with.

[smoak]

On a regular day, Felicity is a pretty bright and optimistic person — even while trapped in a crazy underground dystopian future where computers rule the world. But on today of all days, it feels like there’s nothing that can stop her from being happy. She feels absolutely electric and she doesn’t even care why. She doesn’t put together the fact that she only felt this way after breakfast, because let’s be honest, the coffee here tastes like rubber. There’s no fracking way something that tastes that bad could make her feel this good.

And then Oliver tells her that he wants to meet, and he wants to talk about them … and Felicity all but stops in her tracks. She probably would have waited a month, maybe even more, given how much whatever happened seemed to be weighing on Oliver. But he wants to talk today. And she … of course she says yes.

It isn’t easy, to find somewhere completely private, given the fact that privacy seemed to be a luxury that comes with rank around here. But why don’t they try the Specials headquarters in the middle of the day, she suggests, if they can both get away. Sometimes there are a lot of people here at night, but during the day, on break, Felicity hopes that it’ll be empty.

And she gets there, just a minute early because oh god she was fidgety today. But she’s hopeful, so very very hopeful, that no matter what it is that Oliver tells her, things will still be okay. They’ll still be okay.

Tony | Morning

[lefey]

To say Morgana hadn't got caught by the coffee that morning would've been... well, possibly the biggest lie she had ever said in this place. The truth was, she had spent half the morning giggling at her supervisor and convincing him with her big green eyes that he really should let her have the little fruit bowl she had arranged so nicely while she listen to (imagined) birds singing at (an equally imagined) window.

Yeah. Don't spike people's coffee, kids.

But at least the bowl was for a good cause, and so, eventually she sweet talked him into looking the other way. Her station always seemed to produce a bit extra, anyway.

By mid-morning she had the basket of her choice and the drugged coffee, though it still lingered it was fading enough for her to slip out and go find Tony. She could message him, and she did consider it but the complex, certainly the parts either of them could access, frankly just wasn't that big and so she wandered with the bowl in a bag as she looked for him.

If a man got exploded he at least deserved some real food, and maybe it would ease her guilt at not being friendlier to those she had met in this place. Maybe.

On the plus side, she was still grinning and giggly, so maybe the coffee wasn't so bad.

[im_ironman]

The only reason Tony isn't high as a kite with the spiked coffee is that he has managed to steer away from it, thanks to Steve giving him some of the coffee that he himself had brewed in his apartment. The morning had been...well, weird thanks to that little exchange, but Tony's essentially just trying to not think much about it as he goes about his day.

It doesn't really work, though. Not completely, anyway. It still lingers in the back of his mind, but it helps that now he has a new job to focus on, thanks to Lydia. It helps to know that he won't be going back to Bot Processing, or being so closely watched by the Computer. Sure, the damn thing is watching literally everything else, but at least he's free from it while he's supposed to be working. He has already started working on schematics in his head on things that he wants to work on and build, and he's actually looking forward to starting on them as soon as possible.

By the time that Morgana comes looking for him, Tony is in the Commissary, sitting at a table and poking around his PDC. He's a little distracted with it but, when he notices that someone is heading his way, he turns to see her and smiles in greeting. Even with the jumpsuit, and the undershirt that he's wearing, the glow of the arc reactor is still shining through and there's no way to hide the new foreign object that is embedded in his chest. He's...well, a little self conscious about it, but he almost forgets about it when he notices how much Morgana is grinning and giggling as she walks.

"Hey. Good day today, huh?"