Daycycle 116 [ November 13 - November 26 ]

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daycycle 116

[Nov 13 - Nov 26]

[OOC Plotting for this Daycycle can be found here.]
[The Charity Ball Entertainment post is here.]
[This DC has been extended through 11/26.]

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

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

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

Matt Murdock's office will be assigned to defend the most recent Specials accused of treason. He will not be allowed to contact the traitors directly, but he will be given the task of preparing his cases. He has 48 hours to prepare.

Jack Harkness has been selected to plan the entertainment for tonight's Charity Ball, thanks to the popularity of his performances during the Alpha Talent Show a few days ago. When he asks The Computer for help, several specials are assigned to him. Izzy Lightwood will be his event planning assistant and "Stiles" Stilinski will assist in MCing the night's event. Due to their popularity, all Specials will be approached about being auctioned off for dances in order to help raise money by Jack, Izzy and Stiles. They will also be asked if they're willing to take part in specially planned choreographed dances. Dance lessons will be provided for those that require them during the afternoon hours.

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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 begin at 1800 at the Alpha Museum of Fine Art and will be hosted by The Humanists Alpha Society for the Arts. Tickets to the event are 1000cr and can be bought up until an hour before the event begins. Attendees have been given special permission to wear Old Reckoning clothing for this event only, as long as it is the same color as their clearance level. Specials may notice that many of the Alpha Citizen's outfits have gotten key parts of Old Reckoning clothing wrong, with buttons instead of sequins, for example, or men wearing ties that are much too long and go to their knees. Alpha's Very Special Forces will be present to ensure the safety of those attending.

An entire wing of the museum has been cleared as a makeshift dance floor. In an attached room there are several tables covered in white tablecloths and set with the crystal and china that usually only graces Violet citizen tables. Along the wall is a massive buffet made with real food and including an elaborate ice sculpture. There is a bar in the corner where Alpha's finest spirits are being disbursed freely. For the first hour, the focus is on the food and mingling. The music playing is calming and instrumental. There are some that steal the dancefloor for a slow spin, but the majority of the attendees seem reluctant to move away from the buffet.

And then at approximately 1900, Jack Harkness will take the stage and begin the evening's real entertainment.

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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

After the ball... [closed]

[im_ironman]

[ ooc: some time after this ]

After a few more drinks, Tony essentially stumbles out of the museum, liquored up to the gills, but it's not like he really cares. There's a brief moment where he looks back towards the door, contemplating on staying only because there's more booze he hasn't consumed just yet and clearly he's not drunk enough if he's still standing, but he can't do it. He can't stand even the idea of being in the same room as Steve anymore. He can't see him smiling, or dancing with others. He can't be there when he dances with someone for the 'last dance,' especially considering he had helped him practice, and Tony almost doubles over when he realizes for the millionth time just how damn stupid he had been. 

But no, stupid isn't a good enough word for this. Because apparently Tony didn't have enough with letting Steven Grant Rogers break his heart once in a HYDRA bunker in Siberia; apparently Tony is enough of an idiot to let himself think that he could have actually--

"Maybe later … we can try out those dance moves you taught me. See if they’re any good."

Tony's breath catches in his throat, making him feel as if he's choking, but he lets out a sound as if it's supposed to be a laugh while he walks. Because it's laughable, isn't it? How could he have thought that Steve would actually feel anything for him? Not only that, but how could he have been so stupid to actually let himself feel anything for Steve? Even if no one would probably believe it, up until Siberia, there had always been a sense of admiration towards Steve. It's one of those things that Howard had all but embedded into his son and sure, it could have probably been considered a sort of crush, especially when he was younger, but it never felt like this. Ever since he and Steve have been trying to repair their friendship, for some goddamn reason Tony has found himself gravitating towards him in a way that he hadn't before, and now

And now it feels like his heart is in a million fucking pieces. The alcohol is helping to numb himself out to some degree, but it's not enough to stop that sense of suffocation from making him feel like he can't breathe. He wants to call Rhodey; he wants to get into one of his cars and drive away; he wants to just fly until he can't remember anymore, but he can't do any of those things. 

Worst of all, he can't forget. He can't get out of his head the way that Steve looked at him. The way he was speaking, the way he suggested an actual dance. The way he didn't even flinch as Tony reached for his tie, other than to tell him that if he was going to pull on it then he should... 

He can't forget the way he peeled away, as if realizing what he was doing. As if he had finally come to his senses, and had managed to cut Tony at his knees just by pointing out that he should go. The memory is enough to make his chest ache, as if the pain is more physical than anything else, but other than briefly massaging the spot next to the reactor as if that will make it go away, he doesn't stop walking. The anger, the frustration, the self disgust - it's all propelling him forward, far away from the fucking ball, no matter how sluggish his body feels. 

It's not until he reaches the waterfront that he stops, but only because he has to. His body is swaying, the open air amplifying the effects of the alcohol, and god, he feels sick. It's hard to tell if it's from the impending hangover or if it's just at himself, but he leans against one of the railings and stares blankly out at the water. 

If he jumps in, would he be able to just disappear and go back home? There's a moment of temptation that has him grasping onto the railing as if he's ready to fling himself over it, but he doesn't. Somehow he manages to stay in place, almost too quiet and still, but it doesn't last long. As he stares out at the water, he starts to hit his left fist against the railing, his movements almost robotic. It's slow at first, barely a tap that almost resembles a sort of anxious tic, but as everything that happened plays in his head more and more, he hits harder and harder. He probably looks deranged, but he doesn't care. It's the last thing he's thinking about. Especially when he finally hits hard enough for a sickening crack to fill the air around him, and the pain that explodes along his hand is enough to pull him out of his thoughts. 

In some sick way, though, as he looks down at the way his hand is now shaking, it's almost satisfying to feel that pain. It's a distraction, in some way. And he caused it, rather than letting someone else hurt him all over again, and for now that's enough to calm him at least for a moment. He should probably go to Medical Services and get checked out, but he doesn't bother to walk back; instead, he just lowers himself to sit on the floor, staring out at the water as he rests his broken hand on his lap. 

Maybe if he stays out here, it will finally clear his thoughts and he can get rid of the weight that is making it hard to breathe. 

Maybe if he wishes it hard enough, he can finally go home before he has to wake up and live with this all over again.