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Daycycle 112 [ October 16 - October 22 ]

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.

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.

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!

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

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.

She's in a good mood and she's had a lot of coffee. Besides, friendship has to start somewhere (oh God, she probably heard that from an episode of My Little Pony) and if she's friendly to the alphas, maybe they'll be more friendly to specials in general.

There's already a smile on her face at the familiar voice when she turns around. "Hey, Hero," she says, her smile getting wider as she walks to him, leaning in to press a very delicate kiss against his still slightly scarred cheek. "You look like you're feeling better."

He's not really expecting the kiss on the cheek but it does make him smile pretty widely and Cisco pulls her into a tight hug. He's feeling great today, actually. Weirdly good considering he nearly died two days ago.

"I'm feeling a lot better, yeah. It's good to be out of there," he says, finally releasing her. There's still some residual pain in his back and ribs, but it could be worse; it has been.

Happy, remember? Also she really is glad to see Cisco out of the medical unit. They've shared things! Like an abandoned warehouse while having their lives threatened. The hug is good. She hugs him back.

"It's good to see you out of there. I didn't want to have to come up with follow up questions as an excuse to come see you," she teases him.

Cisco smirks a little at that. "Who says you'd need an excuse to come see me? All you would've had to do was come later in the day after Troubleshooting or something. I'm digging the new greeting though. I like it better than high fives, I'll be honest."

And he does. Kissing, even on the cheek, totally trumps high fives any day, especially from pretty girls.

She's momentarily surprised by his comment. She gapes at him a moment before speaking. "I...didn't think of it like that. I just figured...you know...excuse." She bites her bottom lip, words bubbling and wanting to burst out of her. "It's what you do with cute boys. Don't you know anything? Geesh," she teases, but she's blushing bright red even with all the extra good feelings and coffee today. "I'll mark you down in the kissing column then and save the high fives for other people." And that makes her flush again. She bites the tip of her tongue. "Sorry. I drank a lot of coffee so I'm extra filterless today. Brain. Thoughts. Words. It's an endless flow."

She might spend the rest of this meeting red. She can't help it though. She really does feel bubbly and happy today, more so than she usually is, even at home.

Grinning, Cisco's eyebrows lift. "Cute boys, huh?" he asks. "You think I'm a cute boy?" He can't help it, she brought it up and now he really wants to know. Because, really, if she actually thinks that, Cisco is not above turning it up to eleven with the flirtatious banter they tend to have these days. If there's actually a chance this gorgeous girl might actually be into him, he'd be an idiot not to.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm all for being in the kiss column, you don't have to apologize. In fact, please don't," he replies, his eyes roaming her face mostly in an effort to stay off her lips because she's talking about kissing and of course that has him thinking about how much he'd like to be kissing her right then.

He shifts his eyes to meet hers before he can get caught looking at her mouth. "So what do you have going right now? You have to go back to troubleshooting duty or…?"

Remember the lovely shade of red that she was before? Now she's about three shades redder. Any other day, she might squirm and wiggle and deflect, but she's had enough coffee that she's a little more emboldened, a little braver than she might be otherwise. "It's more of a know thing," she tells him. She might be awkward and embarrassed when all of this coffee wears off, but she won't mind Cisco turning the flirtatious banter up. From everything she knows about Cisco, she would be crazy not to want him to take a chance with her.

He's busy trying not to look at her mouth and she's busy tugging her bottom lip between her teeth because now she's thinking about really kissing him as opposed to just kissing his cheek. "No apologizing then."

She takes a sharp breath when his eyes meet hers. "Nothing. I'm on lunch. You?" Eating really doesn't hold much appeal here. "Want to get some coffee and take a walk?"

In the whole of his life, including all the times when he's acted like he's totally got this, Cisco's never had someone that boldly and bluntly express an attraction to him. The buzz he gets off that is maybe stronger, even, than the one he's already got going from the coffee and it's his turn to turn a little red, even as he grins back at her. "Oh you know it, huh? Wow, well that's something we have in common, then: knowing that the other person is cute."

The way she's been tugging her bottom lip between her teeth to worry at it is what had caught Cisco's attention in his peripheral anyway, so he supposes the way she keeps doing it is what held his attention. Couldn't possibly be that he wants to kiss her. Couldn't possibly be.

He perks up a little when she asks whether he'd like to go for a walk and his smile broadens as he nods. "I don't have troubleshooting duty until they rebuild R&D. Kaboom, remember? So...I was doing exactly nothing, but now I'm going to get some coffee and take a walk with the prettiest girl in the whole Complex."

Oh Cisco. He deserves to have someone boldly and bluntly express an attraction to him. Of course, in her entire life she's never expressed such an attraction so bluntly and boldly. Without a doubt, it's all the coffee she's consumed allowing her to be so bold, but the coffee is only working on urges and thoughts she's already had. She does think that Cisco is cute. More than that, she thinks he's brave, selfless, kind, smart, funny and fantastic. She tilts her head, a little amused by the fact that she can see some pink tinging his cheeks. His compliment makes her own cheeks flare red, but it also prompts the biggest, goofiest smile. She even bounces a little, just avoiding letting out a squeal of delight.

She's more than a little nervous talking to him because of her confession. The lip biting eases up when he responds positively to that confession and morphs into that stupid smile. Nope. Why would he want to kiss her.

"Right. Temporary vacation for you then," she says. That squeal she barely managed to stifle previously is back. "Lucky girl," she finally manages, her voice pitched a little higher than usual.

Even when she's being silly, Cisco can't help finding Gracie attractive. Maybe it's not in spite of it, though, because he actually finds her silliness in and of itself to be kind of attractive. She's like a little ray of sunshine in this place and he'd like to stay in the sun, if at all possible. Being in her presence is always going to be preferable. Especially when she's telling him how good looking she thinks that he is.

"Very temporary, because I have kind of some busy work to do but I can do it remotely so I'm not in a rush," he says dismissively. "Lucky me, more like," he corrects her before draping an arm around her shoulders to test the waters there. He's checking to see whether she'll push him away or stay where she is; whether she'll like it or be offended.

It's probably a good thing if it's not in spite of it but because of it. Gracie is silly often and maybe this place will crush that, but she hasn't been here long enough for her silliness or her optimism to be crushed. They're mutually happy about his being her presence right now.

"Wahcha," she says making a horrible whip cracking sound flicking her wrist at him, that goofy grin on her face. "I get to do a lot of my work remotely too, so that's a nice thing." She's surprised by the way he puts his arm around her shoulders, but she doesn't move away from him. In fact, she leans against him a little.

"Oh that's how it's gonna be?" Cisco laughs at her response. "Because I don't wanna get arrested for treason I'm whipped? ...okay, no, you're right, that's kind of the definition of whipped, isn't it?" he asks, smirking.

It isn't lost on him that Gracie's leaned into his hold rather than stiffened or pulled away from it. He takes that as a good sign. "Yeah? What do you do here, anyway? I feel like you might've told me but I can't remember. We were kind of trying not to die at the time, if I recall."

Cisco pauses in the hall and looks over at her. "...you wanna go somewhere more private and hang out...?" he asks. Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

The laugh is good. It means he didn't take offense at it. "Let's just call a duck a duck," she teases. "Though, you could also look at it as if I were calling your job a slave driver. Just offering multiple options here. It's interesting you took that one though. You know, if I wanted to play shrink, which I don't. No worries there. My major was in communication, not psychology."

Oh good. She'd hate to put forth an effort and he not recognize it. "Mind Control. I'm your local network girl," she tells him. "Lead in the water. Attacks the day before. Average temperature for the day and what sort of Improvement we're having." Really, it's not a very important job, but it could be one day. She's pleased to be doing it anyway. She'd like a little more leeway on what she broadcasts, but she's pretty sure more network journalists want that.

His question takes her by surprise, but it's a good surprised. Her smile is still that big, goofy one. "Yeah? I mean...yeah. I'd like that."

Smirking, Cisco nods and then the grin slides into something more akin to a facial shrug. "Oh, okay, she got jokes, I see. She got jokes," he says playfully. "I mean, I do think the two things run in the same vein, though, do they not?" he points out. Slave driver, whipped...either way, he'd be bending to someone else's whims.

Cisco nods again, this time acknowledging her answer and mulling it over. Mind Control. Seems like a weird thing to call a reporter, initially, but then again...maybe they intend for her to brainwash people en masse with her reports, so maybe Mind Control makes perfect sense. Cisco deliberately does not point that out to Gracie, lest he ruin the fact that she seems to kind of like her job. "Hey, that's though. There are more boring things you could be doing around here, from what I hear," he tells her.

When Gracie agrees, Cisco smiles. "Awesome," he says and he turns them to change course. He'll probably regret it a little later, showing her to Specials HQ without asking anyone else if they were cool with that first, but whatever. Nobody tends to be down there most of the time around this time of day, because everyone's eating lunch or at their service firm. They should get some decent alone time down there. "There's this kind of secretish sort of place. It's a bit of a walk, but...if that's cool with you?"

"Funny jokes too," Gracie teases. Well, she thinks she's funny. She considers his point then gives her own little facial shrug that sort of mirrors his on purpose. "Fair enough," she agrees with him. She'd meant it teasingly, light hearted.

Gracie isn't exactly comfortable with the name either. She hasn't been asked to do anything she wouldn't do anyway, not yet so that makes her feel a little better about the whole thing. She's glad he doesn't point that out right now. Maybe later they can discuss it. Maybe, she'll confess her concerns to him about the job. "Definitely more boring things." Like sewage and food production. She'd rather not find out any more about the soylent than she has to.

She lets him lead her easily, eventually weaving her arm around his waist as they walk and she tells herself it's because it's just easier to walk that way. It has nothing to do with wanting to be closer to him. "Totally cool with me," Gracie responds. She gives him a mischievous look. "Is this where you take all the girls?"

At the same time, she's sincerely hoping there isn't a line of girls.

Cisco huffs a little, amused. The idea that there are any other girls to take is laughable. He likes to think himself a ladies man, but Cisco isn't completely delusional. He knows all the women here are easy nines and tens; translation: out of his league. Most of them are like Lisa Snart hot and/or dangerous without the inexplicable interest in him to give him the leg up.

"Of course," he says with a smirk, one that says he's joking as he gives her a little squeeze.

Cisco leads her the rest of the way down a few different, winding corridors and opens the door to HQ, to be greeted by Gucci, Barry's friend's PetBot who Cisco thinks maybe spends more time in HQ than the rest of the Specials combined. "Hey buddy, go lay down," he tries, because he's heard Barry do it and the little metal dog actually listened to him. He's pleasantly surprised when the little guy actually does it, turning and wandering a few yards away to lay down under the lab table.

Looking over at Gracie, Cisco smiles. "Welcome to Specials HQ," he announces after closing the door behind them both. "It's not much, but it's secret and safe, so this is where some of us spend a lot of our downtime."

Pshaw. Other girls are ridiculous if they don't see that Cisco is a catch ~~clearly all the alphas see it~~. She really hopes she's not dangerous. At least the only danger she's likely to get Cisco in is the danger he'll be in while saving her. Though, there's a part of her that wishes she was more of the hot-dangerous combo. She'd rather not be a villain, but who doesn't want to be a super hero?

She gets that he's joking so she smirks. "It's good to know I'm one of the masses," she teases, bumping him a little with her hip.

She has the feeling she ought to be leaving a trail of bread crumbs or something. She's never going to remember this for later. "Oh! He's adorable!" she says of the pet bot. She'd seen them for sale when she'd gone to buy eyeliner at the infrared market, but she hadn't gotten close simply because she hadn't assumed she could afford one with her current credits.

When he welcomes her to the HQ, she actually takes a moment to look around. "It's really safe? As in...no one can hear us or see us? Unless they're here with us, obviously." Can she actually say anything she wants here without being arrested for treason?

Cisco smiles a little at her comment and gives a playful roll of his eyes. Right, he wishes there were masses.

Her reaction to the PetBot gets another smile out of him, this one more endeared. "He's Lydia's, I think? His name is Gucci. That's a terrible name for a robot, in my opinion, but..." he trails off before he can accidentally point out that the damn thing plays fetch because he didn't come here to play with a robot. He came here to play with Gracie...

Leading her to the beat up old sofa, Cisco drops down and pulls Gracie into his lap like it's something they've done a million times, even though it's the first. "Really safe. No cameras, no microphones. Nobody can see or hear us if they're not in here. It's completely safe. Don't tell anybody where to find it; it's just for the Specials and even then only some Specials know about it, because I think the people who started it kind of want to trickle out slowly and make sure the people we bring here are trustworthy before we show them."

Well, she's just as happy that there aren't, particularly with how she's feeling today and how he's flirting.

"I'll have to tell her I met him and he's cute." Yeah, she might get distracted playing fetch with the petbot and really, Cisco is much more interesting.

A laugh bursts out of her when he pulls her into his lap, but it doesn't seem out of the ordinary today. It seems like this is exactly what he should have done, this is exactly where she should sit. She folds her arm against his chest, hand up so she can flutter her fingers through his hair. She's very close to him and that also seems perfect as opposed to sudden. "I won't say a word," she tells him. "Cross my heart," she makes an X over her heart with her free hand. "Soooo completely safe, private. It's kind of the perfect place to spend an afternoon." Her voice is quiet and rather than look around the place, her focus is entirely on Cisco. She feels fluttery and warm, bubbly, like the drink they serve here.

It's a good feeling and today, she doesn't question it.

Gracie's body language suggests that she's okay with the fact that he's pulled her onto his lap like that and Cisco takes it as a good thing. He's certainly not going to complain, anyway, that she's touching him sort of affectionately because he likes it. A lot. A lot.

"Completely safe and private," he agrees, eyelids drooping just slightly as he wets his lips and looks at her mouth for a moment before looking back at her eyes. "I think it's kind of perfect, too," he adds and, before he can second guess himself, Cisco leans forward a little to kiss her.

It's chaste and soft; testing the waters, but he doesn't pull all the way away again when he parts from her. Cisco just sort of hovers close in case she feels so inclined to return the kiss and holy crap he wants her to.

She's really glad that he's smart enough to pay attention to her body language, that he comes to that conclusion himself. In a lot of ways, Gracie isn't acting that out of the ordinary. She's just far more familiar with him than she would normally be given the amount of time she's known him. She likes the familiarity and affection that he's showing her as well. Gracie is an affectionate person, for the most part so she doesn't need a lot of encouragement. Between Cisco and the coffee she's had today, it's more than enough.

Her gaze catches on his lips when he wets them then flicker back up to his eyes a moment after his gaze finds hers. He probably noticed that she was looking at his mouth. She doesn't have time to comment (and she would have just been making small talk) before his lips are on hers and she's not thinking about anything else except this kiss.

It ends all too soon, at least for her liking. She winds her fingers in his hair and tugs him closer while leaning in to kiss him. Her kiss isn't as chaste; it's not testing the waters. Her kiss is deeper, harder, the tip of her tongue touching his bottom lip as she opens her mouth to him.

It's actually a huge relief when Gracie kisses him, closing the small gap between them that he created to give her a chance to push him away again. Instead, she embraces that show of affection with something even more primal and Cisco nearly gets lost in it. This isn't like him, but he wonders if it would be if he ever got the chance once in a damn while.

Cisco's lips part along with hers and his tongue meets Gracie's, relishing the fact that this is totally happening right now. He doesn't know what's gotten into either of them but in that moment, Cisco honestly could not give less of a crap. He's just glad they're on the same page.

One of his hands moves to cup her face and he returns her kiss in earnest with just as much desire and heat; he's giving as good as he gets until he has to pull back for a second to take a breath, because apparently, he'd forgotten to breathe, he'd been so sucked into the moment with her. "Holy crap..." he breathes.

Later, she'll appreciate that he gave her that room so that he wasn't pushing her, but right now pushing him away is the last thing on her mind. Kissing someone she doesn't know very well like this, but this was her in a committed relationship. Here's his chance; she's so damn glad he decided to take it.

She practically melts into the kiss, moving into him, shifting so that she's facing him a little more, her free hand going to the collar of his jumpsuit, fingers slipping into the collar of it. His skin is warm and she wants to get closer to that warmth. They are definitely on the same page.

When he breaks away, she laughs breathlessly, taking joy in the moment, in him, in this kiss. "Best description for that kiss ever," she tells him. "Why didn't we start out doing this? From the very first day?"

Because they've been wasting so much time.

Daycycle 112 [ October 16 - October 22 ]

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