Entry tags:

Daycycle 116 [ November 13 - November 26 ]

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.

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.

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.

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

morning

Zatanna is up early and ready to go, excited about the idea of being able to get this fugly jumpsuit off for a night and wear something that makes her feel like a freaking girl for a change. Zee misses feeling pretty. Doesn't every girl when denied the opportunity to look her best? Today is going to feel like it drags on forever, she knows it, but she gets up early for breakfast, having taken her shower the night before, and maybe the food is usually crappy but it feels like it tastes just fine today. That's almost definitely just because she's so excited for the Charity Ball later.

She hangs in the back during the morning meeting, but she does go. She also goes straight to her troubleshooting station. Today, Zatanna is going to be on her best behavior so that she doesn't get herself arrested or something stupid before she can finally get out of the stupid jumpsuit. This is like being old enough to go to prom, isn't it? She's not screwing that up. No. Way.

afternoon/evening

Half of the reason that Zatanna got up early for breakfast was that she could eat enough to last her most of the day. She'll grab dinner later, but there's set hours on getting her hair done at Rob's friend Lydia's store and Zee's not going to miss the window because Artemis and M'ghann aren't here and she wouldn't have the slightest clue where to begin trying to do her own. Zatanna typically wears her hair down around her shoulders or, occasionally, pulled back in a ponytail. But this is a special occasion and, okay, maybe secretly she's hoping that Robin will find a way to sneak in.

After getting her hair styled, Zatanna quickly buys her ticket and then heads back to her troubleshooting station to spend the rest of her shift there fidgeting with anxiousness, barely able to keep from quite literally bouncing off the walls with her excitement. It's almost time for her to be able to feel like a normal human being again for a few hours and she can hardly stand the wait.

At the end of her shift, Zee heads to the Commissary for dinner and there's a spring in her step on her way to Specials HQ from there after changing into her dress in her room as a pit stop on the way. If she sees Robin, she'll have to ask him if he's coming and see if she can maybe plead her case to get him to consider trying. Otherwise, she'll just be hanging around down there, half because she can and half because...well. She doesn't know which room is Alcide's and this is the only place besides the Commissary that they both know for sure. She's sort of hoping he'll come down here to get her, but if he doesn't, she can head up to the ball without him and just...wait awkwardly outside and hope not to be stood up. Not that she thinks he'll do that! ...but, well. Teenage anxiety.

charity ball

Not only does she get to look pretty for a change, but there's freaking food. Real food. In a buffet. And she sees REDs just like her having right at it without so much as a question. She'll be easy to find because she'll be making plenty of little trips to the buffet throughout the night.

Oh...ohhh, the fact that they're serving alcohol indiscriminately is not lost on Zatanna Zatara, either. Zee's never been allowed to drink; she's too young to drink back home. But apparently, that's not a thing here. Her father, Batman, Red Tornado; everyone who has ever been in charge of her is gone. If she's going to be at this thing; if she's going to be stuck in this stupid place forever, she might as well make the most of it. Why not treat this like a prom in the movies? Drinks, food, a handsome date way too old to be a romantic entanglement bringing her so that she doesn't feel like a loser, but affording her the opportunity to go off with Robin if he comes, or be available to any particularly attractive other Alphas she happens upon. ...her standards may drop as the level of her inebriation rises...

Alcide has to admit that having actual food to eat is the best part. He's a big guy. He eats a lot. He also drinks a lot. So really, he wouldn't mind spending most of the night by the food and drinks tables with Zee as long as she's happy here. Tonight is, for the most part, about Zee being happy. And in that regard, he's willing to give in to most things unless he just flat out starts feeling out of place and silly.

Also in the vein of making sure Zee is happy to be here with him and not at all embarrassed, he's gotten himself suit. Initially, he'd planned on just wearing the jumpsuit. But now... well, he guesses he looks alright. They had to make the suit new because of his broad shoulders and broad... well, everything, and here he is.

He's just finishing off his third beer when he's eyeing the food table again. Luckily, he and Zee seem to be on the same page in this regard. "I dunno about you but I kinda wanna commandeer a whole tray of those cream puffs." The way they melt in his mouth and aren't overly sweet but just a little sweet is kind of fantastic.

While Zee wouldn't have cared if Alcide had decided he wanted to wear his jumpsuit, she has to admit that he looks awfully handsome when he's in a suit. Once again, for probably the billionth time, Zatanna is grateful for that age gap, because she adores Alcide and would rather not screw it all up.

He's drinking beer and he hasn't said a word about the fact that she's drinking something fruity that's making her face pink and warm. The more she drinks, the warmer she feels and after so long in a hot, uncomfortable jumpsuit, Zatanna is kind of embracing the whole warm tinglies thing she's got going on, because this dress is so pretty but...it's a little chilly. There's something to be said about the indulgence they're being afforded right now and maybe none of them should trust it, but Zee is having too much fun to think too much on that possibility.

People who know better would call her pleasantly buzzed right now. Zee calls it being an adult for the first time. His comment makes her giggle, a humming amusement that escalates a little before dying off into a silent, mischievous grin. "I bet we could get away with it," she says. No, they probably couldn't. Logical Zee knows that. Buzzed Zee likes the idea of the unnecessary challenge and the potential ability just to be able to say she pulled it off.

If Alcide knew she was at all chilly, he'd over her his coat, if just because that's what Southern gentlemen do. So if she gives any sign of that, he'll get right on it. To say that he thought she looked pretty tonight when he'd swung by her room to pick her up is an understatement. What guy doesn't like a strapless dress on a pretty girl? Alcide had told her right away that she's pretty. He'll probably tell her again before the night's over.

He chuckles low when she says they could get away with it. "Probably not but it sure would be fun to try." He's had quite a few beers so his decision making skills might be a little bit hindered, even if he's still completely in control of himself. He's buzzed too, although it's taken him a lot to get there. He isn't shit faced drunk just yet.

Everybody else seems to tip-toe around acting up here. They glance at cameras and worry about repercussions. Alcide isn't that guy, at least not yet. He isn't sure what a freakin' Computer could do to him that's worse than subduing the wolf parts of him. And if they tried anything worse than that, he'd fight them. So yeah he isn't too concerned about getting in trouble.

"Although maybe we should dance once or twice before we get ourselves kicked outta the place." He adds.

Never in a million years would anyone ever have been able to suggest to Zatanna that she'd be best friends with a guy like twice her age and manage to get her to believe them. But the thing is, Alcide is perfect, in a lot of ways, to fill that role for her. He looks out for her, she can tell that he's doing that sometimes, even if she thinks that maybe he doesn't mean for her to notice. He's really nice. Alcide even told Zatanna that she looks pretty when he picked her up which he didn't actually have to say. Plus, the fact that he's coming to this thing when she has a feeling he wouldn't want to if he wasn't doing her the favor.

Zee's really glad she met him.

"You don't think?" she asks. "Maerc sffup etativel dna taolf pu ot ym moor," she says as she looks back at the cream puffs, willing them to levitate and float up to her room. For a moment, she's forgotten that she doesn't actually have her magic. When nothing happens, Zatanna's face falls. "Oh crap, I forgot...dangit," she complains.

Alcide suggests that they ought to dance and Zee looks back at him with her eyes wide. "Do you really think they would?" she asks, but she offers him her hand so that if he really thinks so, then he can lead her onto the dance floor and away from the buffet. No way does she want to get kicked out. "Can I take my drink?" she asks loftily and another giggle bubbles up. "It's so fruity, wanna try?" she asks, holding the glass up probably way higher than need be in an attempt to offer it to him.

It's only after the strange words are uttered that Alcide understands what she was trying to do. She was trying to use her magic to do something with the cream puffs that probably would've benefited them both. And man, right now he would have loved for it to work. But it doesn't.

"I really think they would." So Alcide smirks and shakes his head. "Don't worry. We'll stage a top secret theft operation before we high tail it outta dodge."

He takes her hand in his though, his large hand kind of swallowing hers, and nods. First dancing. "Danced with girls with drinks in their hand before. Bring it with you, partner in crime." On the dance floor, he puts a hand at her waist and keeps one of her hands in his while they dance. Alcide is an alright dancer. Not the best. Not the worst. He isn't a person who really cares what people think of him while he's dancing though. "I'm not sure fruity would mix well with the beer flavor I got goin' on in my mouth. It'd be like fruit beer and that just seems wrong."

Alcide, for the fact that he doesn't know her very well, knows Zatanna Zatara maybe a little too well, because for his response, he receives a light in her eyes and a huge grin. "Good," she says simply, because there's probably nothing that would make this night better than sticking it to The Man in a way that's so simple that it shouldn't even be really something that falls into the category of sticking it to The Man.

Her hand feels so much smaller when it's in Alcide's and she's known he's a big guy, but that sort of seems to put it into perspective for her. For his intimidating size, Zee suspects that he's little more than a giant teddy bear. She could be wrong, but that's what she's gotten out of their interactions thus far and Zatanna adores him for it.

She gives a little facial shrug when he turns down the offer. "Hey, your loss," she points out, because she wholeheartedly believes it very well might be. This is the tastiest drink she's ever had. ...which is probably a bad thing, she'll realize in retrospect later, because she'll be drinking them like juice all night. Not a good plan. If nothing else, it's a reminder of how young she really is.

"Do you think they'll do stuff like this more often if people really like it?" she asks in a lofty tone before taking another drink that drains the glass. ...which now she just sort of has to hold while she's dancing; she really should've thought this through a little better. "I mean all the stupid propaganda says that we're supposed to be happy or whatever, right, so do you think seeing everyone is having a good time and enjoying themselves will give them a reason to do this again?"

She hopes so, anyway. This is the best night she's had since she's arrived.

Zee and Alcide are definitely of a same mind on that. He'd love to stick it to the man, or computer as it were, in any way he can for what it's done to the both of them - or better yet, what it's taken from them. She's also absolutely correct in her assumptions about Alcide. He only uses his size to his advantage if there's a good reason to do so. While he can be downright intimidating if just for his usual broody resting face coupled with his size, he's a big ol' softy once anyone gets to know him.

"Pretty sure there's nothin' about tonight that's a loss. Except maybe that it's benefiting the Computer." Cause he's still not sure that this shindig is entirely on the up and up. He'll probably never trust the Computer. "Here with a pretty girl. There's alcohol and food. Not bein' auctioned off like a slab of meat. I'm good. Although I think I'm about to loosen this tie and take the jacket off." He's had enough to drink that he's perfectly warm. Usually Alcide runs very hot to the touch, it's a wolf thing. He hasn't had that problem since arriving here. This time, he's going to try to keep his clothes on for the most part. Losing the jacket and tie, not so scandalous.

They dance pretty well together if he were to be the judge, the both of them just having fun together. Her question leaves him wondering, of course. "We can hope." Although maybe not something you have to get this dressed up for. "Maybe they'll they'll let us start wearin' real clothes minus the fancy." That would make Alcide happy. At the same time, he bristles at the idea of having to be 'allowed' such simple things. Feels like a prison, and maybe tonight makes that even more apparent... their lack of basic freedoms.

"If they don't, we'll know for sure that all their propaganda is bullshit." Maybe he shouldn't curse, but... well, he's Alcide. And truthfully, he kind of expects it is bullshit. The Computer doesn't even know what happiness is, not real happiness. A computer can't feel. Can it?

"It's benefitting R&D," she clarifies with a hiccup — she should really slow down on the alcohol. "But I get you." Her face feels impossibly warm and pink when he says that he's there with a pretty girl. Zatanna doesn't think she's not pretty or anything; she's aware of the fact that she is not, in fact, an eye sore by any stretch, but it's different to hear it coming from someone else. Even if that someone else feels like the coolest big brother she never actually had.

When he mentions taking off his coat, Zatanna steps back. "Let's just find a place to put your jacket and my empty glass," she suggests. Then they can really dance and not be overheated and encumbered, respectively. "But um, yes please, with the real clothes. I feel like that would be so awesome. I never knew I could miss clothes so much. This prison garb thing has got to go. I look like a blob. We all look like blobs in those stupid things." Honestly. How is she supposed to impress Robin or make herself noticeable by any of the other cute guys in the Complex if she looks disgusting all the time?

"Well, I don't suspect change will happen overnight, but it sure would be nice. If there's a negative response to the suggestion that we need this sort of social interaction and time to let our hair down, then we know that yeah...the propaganda is just that."

daycycle 116

[Nov 13 - Nov 26]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Charity Ball

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject