Daycycle 115 [ November 6 - November 12 ]

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daycycle 115

[Nov 6 - Nov 12]

[OOC Plotting for this Daycycle can be found here.]
[The latest from the Alpha Interwebs can be found here.]

Early, Early Morning [0500 - 0800]
Rooms 1101, 1103 and 1202 will be woken up at 0500 when two squadrons of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Oliver Queen, Peggy Carter, Parker and Julianne Holtzmann for treason. All but Parker will be led away at gun point and their roommates, Bucky Barnes, Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Felicity Smoak, Isabelle Lightwood, Zatanna Zatara and Jack Harkness will be immediately taken into IntSec for questioning. They will be questioned separately about the activities of their former roommates, suspicious activity concerning their remaining roommates and their own loyalties. (The intensity of the questioning is up to the player.) They will not be released until the Early Morning briefing. A complex wide manhunt for Parker will be initiated.

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

Special Troubleshooters, Emma Swan and Jack Harkness have been selected for the following mission.

Survey Citizens using simple word-association interviews. Flag anyone that uses the following words, "terrorist, secret, anarchy, moist..."

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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.

All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties, unless specifically assigned a different shift.

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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 the Commissary and will be hosted by The Teela O'Malley Fan Club. Join us as we gather to celebrate Alpha Complex's #1 cebrity!

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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 | Throughout the day

[satnalahcsauoyekil]

morning

To say that Zatanna Zatara is grumpy after spending three hours being interrogated about two women she never talked to in her life, regardless of the fact that she shared a crappy dorm room with them and then didn't even have time to shower before having to make it to briefing would be a gross understatement.

She's livid. She's tired and angry and even her HappiTime pills aren't doing a very good job taking the edge off. Dark circles hover under her normally bright, now dull blue eyes and she slumps in her chair, yawning. This is so totally uncool.

afternoon

By afternoon, she's unwittingly taken a second and higher dose of HappiTime in her tasteless lunch and she's in much higher spirits. After work, she'll finally get in the shower and she'll feel even better once she's clean. She'll head to the Commissary for dinner after cleaning up and she'll be bubbly and excitable because she's found the chat log. She managed to focus on exactly one thing: the ability to get out of this stupid, fugly jumpsuit and into something normal. Now, that's all she can think about.

evening

At 19:00 when the Citizen Improvement event starts, Zatanna wanders off, figuring she'll either explore a little bit or head down to Specials HQ to see if Rob is down there. Maybe she can talk him into going to the Charity Ball with her so she doesn't have to go all by herself like a total loser.

...if he can manage it without getting arrested… Okay maybe not. Rob is on the Most Wanted list, so she'll probably have to come up with something else.

[rouxgaroux]

The last citizen improvement was actually kind of interesting. Imagine how disturbed Alcide is when he walks in among a bunch of rabid fans for some girl named Teela O'Malley. Who the fuck is Teela O'Malley? Color him unimpressed and ready to get the hell out of dodge ASAP. He has no room for fan girls and boys in his life right now. There are bigger fish to fry.

He's just turned on his heel; and is about to head out when he spots Zee. Really? What's she doing here? He walks over to her, offering her a small grin. They're getting close to the hugging stage. Almost.

"Hey, Zee. Don't tell me you're with them. Who's Stella Mall anyway?" Yeah, he got that wrong. He doesn't really care.

[satnalahcsauoyekil]

At the sound of the familiar voice, Zatanna looks up and smiles brightly. "Hey, Al!" she greets back, a little too bubbly and not quite Zee. They're almost at the hugging stage, but Zatanna decides to forgo the rest of the journey to said stage, getting up to give him a hug anyway. "Noooo," she says, shaking her head and stepping back again.

The last thing she had any interest in us this dumb fan club. "No, I was just going to head out, actually. It's Teela O'Malley," she corrects him, "she has a vid show. It's incredibly vapid and obnoxious; you're not missing anything. Come on, come explore with me," she chirps. "Oh! I have something to show you!" Zatanna adds quickly, realizing she still hasn't had a chance to take Alcide down to HQ.

[rouxgaroux]

Well, hugging is okay too, to be honest. It takes Alcide a heart beat before he hugs her back, and being hugged by Alcide is like having a big bear hug you in thanks to his height and width, but he does hug her back and it actually feels good. Maybe he needed a hug without even knowing he needed it. Thankfully, it doesn't last long enough for it to get awkward. Zee and him have been just right from the beginning.

He can tell something is a little bit off about her. She seems too happy and really, it's his first encounter with someone affected by the happy pills. He wonders if she was made to take them or if she took them of her own accord. And if so, why?

"Glad I'm not watchin' then." He drawls, in response to her assessment of the Tella O'Malley show. He's never watched a lot of TV though, so he wouldn't start now. "Let's go then." As he starts to walk with her, following her lead to wherever they're going, he casts her a sidelong glance. "So what's goin' on with you? Why so chipper?" He hopes it's just that something good has happened.

[satnalahcsauoyekil]

Easily, the thing that drives this friendship in the right direction is the thing that one might think would make it strange and unworkable and that's their age gap. Zatanna can be attracted to Alcide from afar while being right up close and never feel any sort of awkwardness about it, because there will never be anything there to be awkward about. That age gap is the thing that saves her from saying or doing stupid or impulsive things that could jeopardize it and if he managed to find her attractive as well, she imagines the separation of years between them does him the same favor. So, really, their friendship is weirdly ideal and she likes it that way.

"Yeah, it's not worth it," she says, shaking her head as she starts to move away from her table. It'll be kind of a miracle if she remembers the way to HQ without having to peek at the map Lydia made which Zatanna promised to destroy and hasn't. She needs to, she knows that, and she will as soon as she's got the route memorized. It should only take her another time or two to get it down. She'll just have to hurry the process by going there more often, that's all. A happy Citizen, she is. A loyal one...she is not.

His question takes her a little off guard and she looks up at him as they walk, big blue eyes widened slightly in confusion. "What do you mean? Can't a girl just be in a good mood?" she asks, shrugging. But then she smiles because well. Maybe there are things that are driving it. "I found a friend from home here. One of my teammates," she says with a significance to her tone that carries more weight than the word "teammate" alone does. A superhero, like her, only Robin isn't stunted by this place like she is, because he'd never had any special powers; he'd always just been awesome and capable without them. Zatanna might also be a little biased because she likes Rob and has since they met. She doesn't mention that part. That part is just for her.

"He told me about a Special place here," she says and again her tone carries more weight than the word. The capitalization can be heard in her voice. "Lydia told me how to get there, because he couldn't meet me, but it's so cool, so we're going there. And...did you hear about the Charity Ball?" she asks, nudging his arm with her shoulder as they walk. "We'll get to wear real clothes and get out of these super ugly jumpsuits for a night. I really want to go," she goes on and then she looks up at him, her face warming and cheeks going pink. "I just have to find someone who will take me because I don't want to be that girl, the loser who has to go by herself, no thanks."

[rouxgaroux]

Their age difference is absolutely a key to their friendship. Because given the way they get along, he could easily develop feelings for her beyond friendship were it not for that age gap. Alcide is a man who falls hard and fast when he does. And one would have to be blind not to notice how pretty Zee is. As she grows up, that's going to just grow. She'll just get prettier and prettier. Alcide's not blind. He's lucky that there's no way he can fuck this up the way most of his relationships have gone in the past.

Alcide is neither happy (yet) or loyal. But he trusts Zee. He trusts her more than anyone else here as of yet, and that says a lot. It's why he so easily follows her lead without questioning it. If she ever leads him off of a cliff, it'll be his own fault. But right now, he needs to trust someone. Zee's that person.

It surprises him that Zee got someone from home here. Alcide doesn't necessarily want anyone from his home here. But their lone wolf status had kind of bonded them together from the start. In the end, he's happy for her. And he doesn't miss the stuff between the lines of what she actually says, not specifically, but he gets the vibe of something other there. "Hey that's good. Plenty enough to be happy about in this place. He better be good to you though." Because lord help anyone who's mean to Zee. Alcide will get all Alpha wolf on them.

A Special place. It takes Alcide a second to get that it's not special in description, but a place for Specials - capital S. "Like a place besides the common areas?" He asks.

At mention of the charity ball, his nose wrinkles because he has every intention of skipping out on that. Not that he won't be volunteering to help rebuild. He's good at the grunt work. But a ball? No. Except she nudges his arm and he looks sideways to her and she says she really wants to go and Alcide's heart twists up a bit. Telling Zee no is not something he wants to do. "You gonna ask your friend? Your teammate?"

Open | Throughout the day

[duelo]

morning

Derek's still not drinking the coffee, so if he looks tired, it's because the Bouncy Bubbly Beverage, which is the closest thing to caffeine he's been able to find outside the sludge coffee, isn't all that bubbly or bouncy at all.

He's not in bad spirits though. Blissfully unaware of discussion about the ball beyond Gracie's mention yesterday morning, he has no idea how big a deal this stupid ass thing is becoming.

afternoon

By lunchtime, however, he's overheard several Alphas talking about it. People at Fitness Assessment or who happen by him at lunch in the Commissary might notice a bit more irritability than he's entirely able to pretend isn't there. By then, he's read the log and he's not impressed by being among those objectified like that; it makes him think of Kate.

"This one grew up in all the right places…

...I don't whether to lick it or kill it."

He gets especially snappish at a GREEN who bumps into him without apologizing while he's trying to get his lunch and it takes three men to subdue him when the GREEN threatens him and Derek calls his bluff.

Derek finds out that afternoon what Ronan had been complaining about when they'd talking after his fight a short while back. He's to zonked to bitch or moan or do anything more than function on autopilot for most of the rest of the day, he knows he does not like it. Lesson officially learned, he won't let it happen again.

evening

After work, Derek can be found in the Commissary, having dinner and just hanging around until the Citizen Improvement event for the night, which Derek decides is stupid as hell and opts out of entirely, instead retiring to the common room in the hall where all the Specials RED quarters are clustered.

late night; closed to Katniss

He's still a little more well-behaved zombie Derek than his normal self, so while he skips the SleepAid with the gas mask, he doesn't go out exploring with his roommates, instead staying behind to read a little before finally falling asleep, not expecting to be interrupted and figuring it's better across the board if he keeps to himself and sleeps the drugs off for the night.

[stillplaying]

It shouldn't be all that much of a surprise, the nightmare that hits her tonight. It shouldn't be a surprise at all. Katniss has had nightmares every night since arriving here. The glitches - no, memories - say that she's had nightmares almost every night since they started lowering her morphling dose in Panem. Why should any of that change now that Prim's here? Prim's death isn't the only awful thing she's caused or witnessed. Both of those lists are long. Too long to ever really spare her from the nightmares.

She wakes up not all that long after the SleepAid gas puts the room to sleep. She wakes up and sits up immediately, her eyes wide as she looks around in the dark and tries to control her racing heart. At least she's not screaming this time. Or sobbing as hard as she has on other nights. Her roommates all seem to be fast asleep. No one has noticed, nor do they seem to notice as she moves around in the bed to clutch her knees to her chest. Good. It's the way that she prefers it.

Except every time that Katniss closes her eyes, she's sees the dream again. She sees her sister torn from her side again. She sees one of those PDCs exploding. Except rather than a small fire, like the ones that had been scattered around the Complex all day, it's a large one. One that swallows her sister whole. And no matter how hard she tries, nothing puts it out. Nothing makes the flames or the screams go away.

She's not going to be able to get back to sleep. It's useless. Already she feels herself on the verge of tears and she knows the odds won't stay in her favor forever. Eventually, one of her roommates will overhear. Eventually, someone will try to comfort her. That's not what she wants. At least not from any of them.

Katniss doesn't think twice. She should because Prim's here now and she needs to obey the Computer because if she doesn't, something can happen to Prim. But she still doesn't think twice. Derek had been acting odd at work today but she doesn't think (hopes) it won't affect the promise he had made her a couple of days prior. Quietly, barefooted and still dressed in her night clothes, Katniss slips out of the door of her room and hurries down the hall to Derek's. Her knuckles rap softly at the door, hoping that he'll hear her.

[duelo]

He's in and out of sleep, restless and tired but not quite feeling back to one hundred percent. The fact that he can't fall asleep and stay that way is the only reason Derek hears the little knock on the door. Scrubbing his face with both hands, he pushes himself to sit up, clad in the bottoms of his night clothes, and Derek yawns. "What the hell, guys, between the two of you, you can't figure out the door?" he mumbles sleepily to himself as he gets out of bed.

Crossing the room, Derek feels like he's caught up in a haze. It feels like the drugs are wearing off but at the same time, it doesn't, so his brain is caught somewhere in the middle in addition to sleep-addled. It doesn't actually occur to him that anyone other than Buffy or Alcide would be on the other side of the door in spite of the fact that there are three people from home here and two people he's told to let him know if they ever need him.

So when he opens it and sees Katniss, his face registers tired surprise. "Hey..." he croaks. "What's up? You okay?"

[stillplaying]

The odds are rarely in Katniss' favor. But every once in a while, every now and then, it almost seems as if they are. It's like that tonight, when despite the hour and the soft knock on the door, Derek seems to hear it anyway. At least she presumes it's Derek based on the noise she hears coming from inside. She hadn't considered that she just as easily could be waking one of his roommates. It's not an idea that had crossed her mind when she and Derek had talked inside this room a couple of days ago, or an idea she thought much of as she made her way here tonight.

Her heart picks up pace as it sinks in that it might not be Derek who'll open the door. She's ready to turn back (this is a mistake; letting anyone in is a mistake) when the door opens and she finds herself face to face with Derek's naked chest. This is a mistake. This isn't something she's good at. She had dealt with nudity in the arenas but that had been different. This is different. And a mistake, Katniss decides yet again when the surprise on his face sinks in, too.

She shakes her head and takes a step back from the door to give Derek space. "It's... it's nothing. Sorry I woke you."

[duelo]

The way that Katniss steps back tells Derek that he's said or done something to cause his friend to second guess her decision to come to him and he steps to the side, shaking his head. "No, it's okay," he says, gesturing for her to come in. "It's fine, come on in."

He remembers what she'd said about nightmares and wonders if that's why she's here. Because he already knows about them, so she's not opening up to someone new about it; because she's had one and she needs help collecting herself. Derek knows that feeling, he'd just never had anyone to turn to. When Laura had been alive, he could've reached out to her, but doing so would've done little good because he couldn't be honest about the content of his nightmares. That would've required telling her that the fire was his fault. He hadn't had the courage to tell her...and then she'd died.

"Can't sleep?" he asks, rather than reminding her that he knows about the nightmares, because she's said. Maybe she doesn't feel comfortable admitting it or maybe she's decided she doesn't want his help after all, but he's hoping that if he's walking on eggshells until she opens up, then everything is in her hands and she'll feel more comfortable with that bit of control.

Open

[cassandran]

- Late Afternoon -
Right after work, Stiles had gone down to the Specials HQ, there’s a dedicated pile of books and media he’s borrowed (legitimately) from the library; strings clamped between some of the books pages for things he’d been meaning to get back around to but hadn’t, distracted by other things. If there hadn’t been reminders that some of those items were going to be due back soon, he probably would’ve left them lying around, forgotten.

He’s not really surprised to see that there’s other things mixed in with it now: a pair of wire strippers rests atop one of the stacks at the edge, he picks them up, turning them over slowly in his hands. They seem like the kind of tool that gets misplaced easily.


- Evening -
Ducking out after a quick supper, he heads back into the subsectors by subway and towards the brightest neon sign for the Arena. It takes up most of the area, sprawling out over the rest of the street, and the place is busy, the virtual park is a natural draw, since most citizens can use those facilities.

But Stiles is after one of the other rooms, and tonight, there isn’t a wait list for the specialized SIM rooms – the ones that have arcade consoles, heavily modified to run the City’s VR programs.

This isn’t the first time he’s been here, he’d gotten on the wrong train one too many times pretty early on – and he’d missed the way he’d used to drive himself around – so he already knows which programs he’s after, keying in the codes so that the machine will pull up a simple driving SIM which cribbed together different aspects of pre-City driving.

Open

[whattingawhat]

Buffy has been meaning to explore this place a little more. She's kept herself pretty occupied with work and the surrounding areas, but tonight she's out exploring the subsectors and it's impossible to miss the neon sign for the virtual park. She wanders through the people there and pokes her head into some of the rooms.

Which is how she happens to poke her head into the room Stiles is occupying. "Sorry," she says automatically, shutting the door, only to open it almost as soon as it closes. "Hi, Stiles." Her brow furrows. "You know how to use these things?"

[cassandran]

A flick of his hand pauses the screen when Stiles heard the door open, hand slapping against the visor in his rush to lift it once he realizes that someone, Buffy, is still there, and not some random passerby.

He nods, hindered slightly by the hand keeping the visor from flipping.

"Uh, yeah. It's basically a video game console." And he definitely has a lot of experience with those. "Except you don't have to remember remember all the different keypads since these are steering wheels."

He shrugs, it's easy to pick up.

[whattingawhat]

Maybe she shouldn't have interrupted him.

"Sorry," she winces.

She gives the equipment a once over. Xander had played plenty of video games so she's familiar with them. "I'll have to give it a shot." Her brow furrows a little. "I'll let you be..."

It sounds a bit like a question because she's not sure if this is a two player thing or just a one player and she's preventing him from playing.

[cassandran]

"It's just a driving sim," Stiles says, noticing Buffy's discomfort. "And not an exciting one at that." So definitely not the kind of game that he would have to concentrate much on to progress. He motions towards one of the other set ups, she can stay if she wants to, even try it out. There are timed trials where the results can be seen by anyone using the program.

"It might have been a 'welcome to this town now we'll help you find your way around' kind of thing, because one of the goals is to find the airport." Pretty mundane stuff, and useless here.

Afternoon

[namegenerator]

Working for Lydia is, like, a million times better than working for the Computer because suddenly Cisco no longer has to tweak existing bots he could not give less of a crap about so that he can try to sneak parts out to HQ to work on the cold gun. Now, he and Tony can directly order parts, have them shipped to Lydia's store, and legally get their hands on exactly what they need...and no one is the wiser. How a teenage girl managed to figure out a legal way for he and Tony to build weapons to protect the Specials is beyond him, but he's certainly not complaining.

Also? The schedule doesn't suck. She lets he and Tony come and go as they please, so after grabbing something (gross) to eat in the Commissary at lunch, Cisco heads down to Specials HQ. He's got some side project stuff still laying around in there and probably, it would do better in the back end of her store so that he and Tony can utilize it. As, you know, opposed to it just sitting around in HQ untouched because he's got a safe space to screw around with his tech now.

Usually there's a person or two in HQ, but sometimes when he gets down there in the afternoon, it's empty. Today, however, it is not and Cisco grins a little. He hasn't seen this kid in a while. "Hey man," he calls out, shutting the door behind himself and waving away Lydia's goddamn robot dog — seriously does that girl just not ever take it to her room? What the hell? The little guy is always down here when he comes — as he moves further into the room. "Oh man! I've been looking for those! I thought I lost them. What's up, my dude? Long time no see!"

[cassandran]

Ugh, schedules. He doesn't want to talk about schedules, even if there doesn't seem to be a thing as overnight shifts here, not for the majority of the organics.

"Hey, Cisco," Stiles greets him, turning and offering the pliers out to Cisco. "And these things? They were just lying around." He waves a hand over over the room with it's accumulated clutter. It's a good way of keeping items out of the rooms, away from prying eyes, even when it's not contraband.

"I'll take full responsibility for my own contribution, but I have to find a couple of books and vids before I get banned from the library. Or buried by late fines." He smiles briefly, working through what's been censored, changed or 'missing' altogether would take a lot more time than he has to invest in it, but he has an idea. There's also his whole memory wall, which he's started to add events like some interactive calendar. None of it would make sense to anyone else though, at the moment.

[namegenerator]

Cisco shakes his head and rolls his eyes at himself. "Of course they were," he sighs, moving forward to reach for them. "I haven't been down here as much the past several days," he admits. Because first there was the explosion that nearly killed him. Then there was the hospital. Dealing with Caitlin being gone before he even got a chance to see her...Barry disappearing to the surface for a mission he can't even remember taking... It's been a long week.

He nods to the mess — which, for all Cisco knows, is of the organized variety — and then looks back at Stiles. "What are you working on?" he wonders aloud. Maybe he can help, he thinks. He liked Stiles. They worked well together, Cisco thinks, so why not try again if it happens to be something that Cisco could possibly have some useful input toward.

Cisco's eyes move over the memory wall and it looks like a jumbled mess to him, but he's seen something similar. Usually they're on clearboards and it's formulas and little doodles that are more than doodles, with lines drawn between one thing and another with dry-erase markers, but the general idea tends to be the same as what he's seeing right now. He just can't really figure out what Stiles is trying to work out because all of it is pretty unfamiliar to Cisco. "You want some help?"

[cassandran]

"They probably got moved around." Especially if Cisco hadn't been around for a while; when space is an issue, anything goes. Not like there's a pause button to make life stop happening everywhere else; sometimes, Stiles wishes there were though, if only to get a chance to breathe before something else hit the fan. Or the wall if he wants to be literal, that was admittedly rather carthartic even with the reprimands over damages.

Once, there might have been an attempt at organization but he gave that up as a lost cause relatively quick; the mess spiraled out as books slid out, and things fell over. It was easier to just let it pile up than rearrange it each time, but it does mean he has to search through everything to find what he's after. (He really needs to find those three books.)

But that doesn't apply to the wall - different knots mean different things, the straight line of amateurish crochet splitting the web into two parts: Before, and After. The after section is understandably smaller. "You could help with anything after that thick line, I've been using this to keep track of the days, without writing or typing out anything," he says. "I don't keep track of the citizen events though."

So far, it's just events, no people. It'll be too much otherwise. "Bunny ears are things I was directly involved with, one loop for when I'm not, and granny knots are for when nothing too crazy happens."

Late Afternoon

[fateless]

The main reason why Allison ventures down to HQ is to look for Lydia. Not for anything specific, it's mainly just to check in on her best friend and see how she's doing. Work had been good - predictable, but good - and she just wants to do something different tonight. She's already thinking of suggesting to Lydia that they should go exploring after dinner, if she doesn't already have plans; the only problem is that she doesn't know what to suggest, considering she still doesn't know this place all that well.

As she enters HQ, though, and she catches sight of Stiles, she pauses altogether. Whatever she could have been thinking or planning disappears at once, and she lets out a sigh of relief at seeing him. Lydia had already told her that he was here, so this isn't that kind of surprise, but it's just so good to see him although there's another part of her that wishes he didn't have to get stuck in this...whatever this is, too.

"Hey, Stiles," she greets, carefully approaching him. She doesn't know what he remembers last (does she know that she died?), so the last thing he wants to do is freak him out by suddenly appearing like this.

[cassandran]

Stiles stills where he stands, apprehension washing over him quicker than ice water. He had known that Allison had been here before, but she was gone, or that's what he'd been told at the time. Which meant he could avoid thinking about how he would react at seeing her, alive.

So no, he's not prepared to hear her voice, but he still turns to towards the door, needing to be sure. And yep, that's Allison alright. The breath rattles out of him and he bites at his lip nervously before speaking: "Um, hi Allison. Sucks that you're here. But you look well, which is good. Very good. Better than it could be..." Better than dead, or the last time they actually saw each other.

There's a beat which starts to stretch towards awkward, Stiles glancing quickly to the floor, before meeting her eyes. "I sort of always felt like I should apologize."

[fateless]

A soft sort of chuckle rattles out of her, partly in surprise but mainly because yep, this is definitely Stiles. "Yep, better than the alternative. I agree." So he knows what happened to her. Okay, well, that takes care of that conversation and that's another bit of relief that she feels settling at the pit of her stomach. She would rather catch up with her friend, rather than having to explain to him why she assumed that this was some twisted version of an afterlife.

At his comment that he should apologize, her brow furrows slightly in confusion. "Why...should you apologize?" She pauses, glancing at the stuff he has on the floor before back at him. "Because of...that? Don't worry, I've had my room messier than that."

It's said half jokingly, because she can't imagine why he would need to apologize. "Are you... How have you been? Are you okay?"

[cassandran]

"Nah, not for that," he huffs, before giving her a small smile. "It's not really all that important." Because sorry you'd died sounds terrible, especially since it's motivated by guilt. Allison's here now, and that matters more.

She can already see what he's working on, mess and all, so he skips over all that. "I'm fine, or rather I've been fine given our current location," he says. "I've been trying to work out some things, and not getting into the worst of trouble, for once. As hard as that might be to believe. But this place is huge, and I haven't even seen half of it." He gives a brief shake of his head, there's so much about this place; the way the Computer functions, the disappearing people, and the opposing factions...

"Oh, I've also run into people we know - Lydia, and Derek. And then there's everyone else - they seem decent enough," he shrugs. He likes the people he's met so far, and friendly enough. "I keep telling myself I should to get out more too, but then again, outside as we know it doesn't exactly exist."

Closed Log (Steve/Tony) | Early Morning

[im_ironman]

Breakfast, dancing, and awkwardness.