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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.

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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.))

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.

[ 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.

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.

Edited 2016-10-16 23:57 (UTC)

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?"

Edited 2016-10-18 00:13 (UTC)

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.

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.

Edited (HTML why do you hurt me) 2016-10-19 06:05 (UTC)

{ 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.

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.

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.

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daycycle 112

[Oct 16 - Oct 22]

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