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alphalogs2016-11-13 09:54 am
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- alcide herveaux [true blood],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- buffy summers [btvs],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- felicity smoak [arrow],
- gracie cannell [original],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- katniss everdeen [the hunger games],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- matt murdock [daredevil],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- zatanna zatara [young justice]
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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"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?
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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."
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"I think it's a part of the control, not letting anyone show their personality from their lives before." Which he knows are supposed to be 'glitches', but he refuses to call them that. His life was real, even as strange and fantastical as it was, it was real. He won't pretend any differently for some fear he's supposed to have of the Computer. "But you're right. They don't do anyone any favors. It's a good thing we've got such winning personalities." Which is a joke for him but not for Zee. Alcide can be broody and pissed off, kind of dark, if left to his own devices for too long.
They walk over to a space where other people seem to have done the same and Alcide shrugs his suit jacket off and lays it down. He loosens his tie and unbuttons the top two buttons of his his shirt. He also unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves and rolls them up a few times. That feels much more comfortable.
"Like my sister used to say: I tried to be patient but it took too long." Kind of a joke, but also true. Alcide isn't feeling very patient where their lack of basic freedoms is concerned. But also, he's trying to keep it light because he really wants Zee to enjoy tonight.
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That's giving these people and the Computer a lot of credit, of course, but it's worth discussing, she thinks. Because if it wasn't intentional for the Specials to have those memories and yet they have them, then that sort of supports the hypothesis that their powers are still there, but repressed. Maybe it's easier to trigger memories with experiences than it is to trigger abilities, and if that's the case, then it might have been entirely unintentional a side effect. Maybe just their memories were supposed to have been repressed and they're all rightfully mutants, but something went wrong. And maybe this goes up way above the people who "created" their clones, because maybe the people who had direct contact with the Specials upon awakening didn't actually realize what they were doing so much as they were following a protocol already in place. In short, maybe if they can take out the man or woman behind the curtain, then they can turn this place on its head completely and not have riots on their hands; maybe the rest of the Alphas would want it...they just don't know that yet, because they're programmed not to think about those kinds of things.
After leaving her glass and following Alcide back to the dance floor, Zatanna smiles at his comment. "That's cute," she says. "I'm going to remember that and use it back home. Wally would love it," she adds. She looks back up at Alcide, another hiccup taking her over for a second before she speaks again. "So we have a plan," she says. "A three-fold one. Now, it's just a matter of figuring out how to move forward to make the magic happen." Three pieces, all equally important; the man behind the curtain, Medical, and overriding the Computer's programming. It's time to figure out how to execute the plan, now. Unfortunately, in Zee's experience, that's the hardest part.
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Maybe it's tunnel visioned of him, but he refuses to give in to the alternative. His life was real. His life now is real too. All of it. If it isn't, then what and who can he actually trust? That includes Zee and Buffy and Derek and Gracie. "If all that livin' we did before was a lie, then who's to say this isn't either? I don't accept that. I can't."
Alcide reaches for her hand, his larger than hers and warm, although not as warm as his would usually be if he had the wolf. He gently squeezes her hand as if to say 'see? real.'.
They go back out to the dance floor together, Alcide holding her properly for a dance this time without feeling encumbered by coat and drinks. He nods at her assessment. "I have the makings of a plan to get into medical. Don't know what I'd look for one I was in there, but maybe I'll see somethin' that can help us out."
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Her line of thought is more that the people here truly don't understand how memories work because they don't have them. And perhaps the Specials, too, are clones, but whether they are or aren't is largely irrelevant because the fact that they have memories still sets them apart. If the other Alphas don't have those, then of course they don't understand how they work. Of course it sounds to them like a glitch. But instead of trying to explain that now and inevitably failing, Zatanna decides that she'll talk to him about it again when she's feeling less...pleasantly off.
Instead, she smiles and gives his hand a squeeze back. "I feel floaty," she admits in a bubble of giggles as he draws her close enough to dance properly now that they're not stuck with superfluous stuff: his jacket; her empty glass. "How are you gonna get in there?" she asks and she's keeping with him, but maybe she's a little most clumsy on her feet than she normally would be. Typically, Zee's actually very agile. Tonight...well. Not so much.
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"Floaty, huh?" He asks, thinking they make pretty good dance partners. Of course, that could be the booze talking too. Everyone thinks they're a great dancer when they're drunk.
When he feels the toe of her shoe on his (was that her almost stepping on his foot or him almost stepping on hers?) he leans down and with an arm beneath the backs of her knees he lifts her up and spins around a couple of times. "Now here's floaty." He says with an amused laugh.
He sets her back down and shrugs. "I dunno. I know how to injure myself. I'll figure it out."
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In addition to the fact that she's not a very good dancer as it is, with the intoxication she is even worse and when she feels herself step accidentally on Alcide's foot, Zatanna opens her mouth to apologize only for him to scoop her off the ground entirely, spinning them. Instead of an apology, more laughter escapes her and she ignores the slightly sick feeling that bubbles up in her tummy only to disappear again when he stops spinning. It's not worth acknowledging if it doesn't stick around, right?
"You're going to hurt yourself to get in there? Are you sure that's a good idea? Maybe I should do that and then you could come 'visit' me," she offers. "If you're the one that's going to be looking around, it's no good if you're actually hurt, after all, right?"
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"I dunno if it's a good idea. But I'm gonna find out." You never know if you don't try, right? Alcide is going to try. He has to do something. And this seems like the safest way to do it and not draw attention to his roommates or friends, just to himself.
In that line of thinking, he quickly shakes his head. "No, let me do this, Zee. Derek's warned me about gettin' other people in trouble. I'm not gonna set out to do that. And maybe... maybe we'll find somethin' out that'll set us on the right path from here."
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There no way she's letting him do this all by himself, he'll never accomplish anything if he has to hurt himself and sneak around and watch his own back, it's too much for one person when it doesn't need to be.
"That's what teams are for," she insists before hiccuping, "Al. If you're getting hurt then I'm coming to visit and I'll do the sneaking. And I don't know who Derek is but he can mind his own flipping business when it comes to what I do," she finishes with a bit of a hurumph of finality.
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"Well, I mean, okay. Long as I'm the one hurtin' myself and you're the one visitin'." Because what harm can her being there to help him look around do? And if it makes her happy again... well then that's that.
"And Derek's one of my roommates. He's alright. Just... wary, like I probably should be but ain't." He ends with a smirk.
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"Okay, I don't care which way we do it, so long as we do it together, Al. What's the point of being a team if we can't have each other's backs, you know?" she asks, but she looks satisfied that he's agreed and a little smile tugs at the corners of her mouth at his smirk.
Derek sounds like a wuss.
"There's wary and then there's complacent and I'm a little bit of neither, so...you know. We got this," she says confidently with a grin.
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"You're in even if we get caught?" He asks, just because he wants to hear the words. He wants to know that he's not leading her into something where she's not a hundred percent in. And really, whether they get caught or not, they'll know how deep they can get into medical and the mission won't be a complete loss. Maybe they'll luck out and find out something about how to get his wolf and her powers back.
Alcide smirks and shrugs and nods because her words could have been pulled right out of his head. "Preachin' to the choir, Zee."
The song ends and Alcide looks over at the food again. "How about we steal that tray of cream puffs now."
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"I'm in especially if we get caught," she whispers back. "I'm not letting my friend get hauled off all alone like that. Besides, it's been a while since I've had a good reason to fight." And, as it stands, Zatanna is actually a pretty damn good fighter. Black Canary taught her well and she might've picked up a little bit from Robin, too, seeing how he utilizes his trapeze skills and mirroring it with the bit of gymnastics she took when she was younger. Tumbling while fighting is actually pretty effective, she's learned.
Admittedly, though...she really wishes she had her magic. That would make things much easier. Then again, it would sort of negate the purpose of this mission in particular...
A sly grin passes over the teenager's face and her eyes shift over toward the buffet table. "I'm in."
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Her answer gets a grin out of him. And not for the first time, Alcide's so damn thankful he ran into Zee on that first day, so damn thankful that they're friends. She makes him feel not quite so alone as he would otherwise. She's family to him, like his sister was, more so than his mom and dad had ever been.
He gently squeezes her hand in his and nods. "Partners in crime then." He teases.
Together, they walk over to one of the food tables and stand back. Alcide is about to make a distraction happen when another bot comes out to replace the half empty tray on the table. "Wait wait... a whole tray of cream puffs is better than a half tray of cream puffs." And just saying that makes him laugh a bit.
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"Partners in crime," she echoes with a smirk as they move toward the food table. She's watching Alcide for a cue that they can get started, assuming that he'll create a diversion since she's smaller and it'll be easier for her to slip away unseen, but he doesn't and it takes her a second, and his actual statement, to realize why.
A snort of laughter escapes her and Zatanna giggles. "That's my favorite thing you've ever said, I just want you to know that," she whispers with amusement. "I'm ready when you are."
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Once the tray has been set down, he lets go of Zee's hand and moves to another table where some glasses are stacked for drinks. He stands there a moment, looking around, then makes like he's going to get a glass and fill it up, but instead pretends to be a big clumsy oaf and knocks all the glasses over. Some of them tip over onto the table, some fall to the ground, some remain in tact, some shatter.
As bots and caterers swarm to clean up the mess, Alcide holds both hands up and shrugs. "My bad. Sorry."
Okay, Zee. Everyone's looking over here. You're up.
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The shatter of glass snaps her out of her thoughts and she moves forward, lifting the front of her dress off the floor and up toward her waist, leaving the slack of it to hang loose in between her hold and her body, settling around her thighs.
My bad. Sorry.
The bots and caterers are rushing both to clean the mess and do so quickly, all of their focus on that alone and Zee looks down the line of the table, relieved to see that there seems to be no one else visiting the table at the moment, especially with the new flurry of bots rushing about in that little cluster.
"If there's a god of fashion, I'm so, so sorry," she whispers to no one at all as she reaches forward with her free hand and tilts the back of the tray nearly ninety degrees, spilling the cream puffs into the little pouch she's made with her dress. Zee takes hold of the dress with both hands now and lowers it a little as if to make it look as though she's simply trying to make sure she doesn't trip on it in her heels and she shoots a look over her shoulder at Alcide before nodding toward the door and then slowly, calmly, and with absolutely no to do, Zatanna makes her way toward the door to leave the party entirely.
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A glance in Zee's direction just as the tray of cream puffs is tilted up, sending them into the cup of her dress is almost too much. He stands upright and just laughs, completely and heartily. The bots are momentarily confused and pause, only to get right back to the job of cleaning up.
It isn't until Alcide sees Zee at the door that he shrugs once more at the bots. "Sorry. I'll just quit helpin' and get outta your way then. You know you really shouldn't stack those glasses all fancy like. Just askin' for a mess like this." Like the bots care or understand.
A quick stop to get his suit coat and a bottle of something that's either champagne or wine, which he hides in his suit coat, and then Alcide is heading after Zee toward the door. Just outside of it, he loses it again, laughing. "Your dress, Zee. We're gonna have to clean that up. Where are we gonna dine on this magnificent feast?" He moves some of the coat material to show her the hidden bottle. Oh look, it's champagne.
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