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

[cassandran]

"I can change this again later," Stiles says, and he likely will. With the possibility of more people working with this, the 'glitches" aren't relevant for most others. "Since most of those connections are going to be personal."

"Make it so that you can just line everything up one board to another? That's not a bad idea." He was still thinking about keeping everything in one piece, partly because he really does have a tendency to spread out over any and all available space while in 'research' mode - more things would amplify that habit, and also because he recalls the pain of things falling off and having to be fixed up all the time.

"Because even this wall's not going to be enough eventually, a couple weeks is fine, but more than that," he shrugs. It really had just been two weeks from that mission to yesterday.

"It let's this-" he points to the wall, "-go as far as it needs to, if days get transferred over after a certain amount of time, or locations. And I guess if they're numbered, mixing things up won't be as much of a problem..." Stiles trails off, that's getting too far ahead of themselves.

"But yeah, the things from that time span would be good to include," he finishes. "Whoever contributes, I guess it'll be a mass diary?"

That does mean having to explain how everything is laid out along the timeline. Each segment along the horizontal line is a day, branching off towards a section of the wall. The top forth being buildings north of the wagon wheel, the second - east, then south and west respectively.

Reorganizing could be necessary.

[namegenerator]

Flexible and focused, Cisco thinks as he looks back at Stiles. The younger man may not have the kind of skill set yet that would've been needed and valued in the heyday of STAR Labs but Cisco can't help thinking that Stiles reminds him of himself at that age. He's not a lot older than Stiles — Cisco is guessing maybe he's got ten years, give or take a year on the guy — but he's old enough to see his past self reflected in Stiles in a way he's never really seen before. It doesn't seem to Cisco like Stiles knows yet exactly what he's reaching for with this project, but he knows that there's something to be reached and he's doing what he can to get there one way or the other. Maybe this is why they got along so well.

"Yeah, like I mean, yeah. We're going to run out of room if we keep going but if there's a connection to be had so far, we'll probably find it more easily if we have more space to spread out; separate before from after and then find the link once all of that is laid out." He isn't sure how effective either approach is going to be, because Cisco's not entirely convinced that this isn't just a big cosmic hiccup. Like maybe the Specials weren't actually intentionally chosen to be here and they're just unfortunate byproducts of this place fucking up as badly as STAR Labs had with the Particle Accelerator: there's a clear and good intention, but something, somewhere along the way, went wrong and now here they are. He doesn't say that out loud, though.

He looks thoughtful at Stiles's point, which given the way he trails off, Cisco thinks maybe is more thinking aloud than responding. All the same, "that's not a bad idea, either. Numbering things. That way when things get moved around for potential connections between two or more puzzle pieces, you don't end up losing track of where they originated all the same. You know?"

Cisco lifts his eyebrows. "I don't want to step on toes or anything, though, man. If you've got a system and my help is gonna fuck that up, trust me, I'm the last person to want to step in on that. Nothing drove me more nuts back home then when I'd have something going on a dry erase board and a coworker who thought they knew better than me would come in and start erasing and adding shit they thought more relevant. I'm not tryin' to be that guy."

[cassandran]

Science is a calling. For Stiles, he's always found it interesting, but his own goals had lain elsewhere, closer to his father's career path. That, and he had practically lived at the station for a while. But there are similarities in both professions - the process of finding evidence to put together what actually happened is a lot like testing a hypothesis through experimentation. Do the pieces fit? Can it hold up the story you're trying to tell? What even is the story here? Who decided that only having a computer overlord would be a good idea? (Was it a committee? It was probably a committee. Group projects never go well.) He finds the whole laying out your thoughts as a picture to be soothing in it's familiarity.

He has wondered a lot about the programming in the Computer lately, there's nearly a knot each day along the central line, where the Wagonwheel is supposed to be. The threat elimination response is sensitive, and doesn't make the most sense: summer camp logic also seems to be in session. You throw a bunch of kids in a room together and they have to know each other best.

Anyway, he’s done with fiddling around with the wall, he hunt down a pair of scissors in a bit to cut the extra bits off. Stepping back, he indicates that Cisco can go ahead if he wants to. “Given the chance, I would be rearranging my room at least once a month. Getting things moved around isn't a huge problem for me, what is though, is if you lost anything." He bites his lip, looking over towards Cisco. He feels the same about getting his work erased, but he'll tolerate other people cramming in their own thoughts. Sometimes another angle is just what's needed to get unstuck, bouncing different ideas around has always helped too, for him. "That's always a pain and a half - I wouldn't have left something up if I didn't need to it to be there."

Numbering is going to happen, he can feel it. And eventually, adding people to the timeline would be good too. If there was some way to sort out where strings would overlap too much to make sense of.

"And yeah, exactly. You won't have to keep everything together on a day to day basis, you can leave out whatever's irrelevant and just compare, say every three days or so against one another." He's talking a lot faster by the end of that sentence. "But that does mean keeping how much time pasts of each board consistent." Something that isn't always possible.

[namegenerator]

To the sentiment, Cisco gives a nod of solidarity. He knows the feeling. "No, dude, I totally get it. Don't worry, I'm the last person to fuck up someone else's system like that." And he is. He'll go out of his way to avoid messing up someone else's work to integrate his own because it used to annoy him to no end when Hartley would do it to him in the early days at STAR Labs. The last thing Cisco wants is to inflict that sort of frustration on another person, especially a person he genuinely likes.

Beyond communicating that understanding, with Stiles's blessing, Cisco moves up to the board and starts to dig right in, shifting things around to make more space for more information. For the moment, he's largely keeping the same patterns in place that Stiles had originally put there, only he's condensing the space between the pinned items, so to speak. Basically, keeping exactly what Stiles has in tact while also sort of smushing it together. That will probably change, but for now, he's just trying to make new space.

"Yeah, but you can do that, with a very general and basic timeline, no?" Cisco asks, pointing to the space above all of Stiles's work. "You know just, lay out the general timeline here and expand it in either direction if necessary. Things might not necessarily always line up with it as far as spacing goes, but it'll give guidelines."

[cassandran]

A nod. Good, then this should go pretty smoothly. Because Stiles is the kind of person who would passive-aggressively move things back, and he'll enjoy it, despite initial frustration. Spite can be a powerful motivator, even when it isn't productive.

He takes the chance to find a pair of scissors off one of the tables, and cut away the extra string, toeing the pieces into a pile. He's been keeping this updated, so he doesn't have a lot to add. Seeing Cisco's additions might spark something that he hadn't included before, and two weeks shouldn't be too much that parts of the timeline need to be moved right away.

"The main thing is that you can follow what's happening without confusing ourselves," Stiles muses. He tilts his head. "Numbers on a main timeline, and possibly a day count on the matching pieces? That should be enough to start."

[namegenerator]

"Yeah, exactly," Cisco replies when it seems Stiles knows exactly what he'd been getting at with the mention of a main timeline without Cisco having to actually explain it in detail. Another reason to like the kid — they communicate well without actually communicating.

Cisco waits while Stiles finishes cutting away extra string and then cocks his eyebrows a little, moving the rest of the way forward. "All right, let's do this."

[ ooc: fade to black end there? ]