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alphalogs2016-11-27 03:10 pm
Daycycle 117 [ November 27 - December 3 ]
daycycle 117
[Nov 27 - Dec 3]
[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]
Early, Early Morning [0500 - 0800]
Room 1103 will be woken up at 0500 when a squadron of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Felicity Smoak for treason. She will be led away at gun point and her roommates, Isabelle Lightwood and Zatanna Zatara will be immediately taken into IntSec for questioning. They will be questioned separately and intently about the activities of their former roommate, especially since this is the second roommate in three days to be arrested. They will not be released until mid afternoon.
During prisoner check at 0700 this morning, it will be discovered that Parker is among the prisoners being detained. Officials are unsure how she arrived as she was never formally checked into lock up. No one steps forward to claim the prize for her capture.
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
Buffy Summers and Clint Barton, have been selected for today’s mission. Details are below:
‘The Charity Ball made the higher ups realize how shabby the jumpsuits are in comparison. A complex wide initiative to polish up jumpsuits has been initiated. Citizens will bring you their jumpsuits throughout the day. Check clothing for stains, rips and holes and repair damaged clothing onsite.’
Please debrief the computer on the status of your mission by the end of the Daycycle here.
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.
At 1300 the trial for Oliver Queen, Peggy Carter, Parker and Julianne Holtzmann will be held and presided over by honorable VIOLET judge Bethany Abbott. Matt Murdock will be representing those accused of being traitors. The trial is closed, but those Specials wanting to pass information to those on trial may do so through their lawyer. Matt will not discover until the trial that if found guilty, those accused will have their clone immediately terminated. If found innocent, they will be released into Alpha Complex in the morning of the next daycycle. To date, no Special accused of treason has ever been found innocent.
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 Meeting Room B, Wagon Wheel, Floor 25 and will be hosted by the Monsters & Aliens Club. Come by to witness the longest running roleplaying game in Alpha history and possibly the only true remnant of Alpha creativity.
Alternatively, there will be a wrap party for those that assisted with the Charity Ball behind the scenes. Arrangements for the party have been made by Jack Harkness under Teela O'Malley's supervision. It will be held in the Teela O'Malley studio at 1800.
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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At least they're in agreement there. He chuckles at little at her comment. "Indeed it would, especially when we get steak as rarely as we do here."
He gets two glasses of water and some ice, moving efficiently and easily in the kitchen. He knows exactly how many steps are between things like the fridge and the cabinets, the kitchen and the table. Soda is one of those things that Matt can take or leave. He prefers to get his coffee via tea or coffee. He picks up the glasses and moves over to the table, nodding a little when she tells him that how she's altered the surroundings a little. He puts one glass near the center of the table just off to the side for Lydia then moves to his side of the table, finding the edge of the plate with one hand before he sets his water glass down then he sits in the chair as well, scooting it in toward the table a little.
"This smells delicious. Thank you," he tells her. "How are things going at the store," he asks as he locates the knife and fork then begins to cut into his steak.
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She reaches for the glass Matt places on the table for her and drags it closer to her place setting before sitting down and waiting for Matt to join her.
"You're welcome," she says with a smile that warms her face as much as his simple compliment warms her heart. This is so stupid, she keeps telling herself; feeling giddy and excited about a dinner the way she is. Maybe it is and maybe it isn't, but she feels how she feels and that's all there is to it.
Her smile broadens a little at his question. All of this feels so daily and domestic that if she didn't know better, she'd be able to let herself think for a moment that they were somewhere normal and not here in the Complex. His question is nothing short of "how was your day?" and Lydia thinks that's beautiful.
"Good," she replies. "I'm working on some hair products now, but they're not even up to par for beta testing yet. Right now I'm working on finding a solution that neither ruins my hair nor smells like battery acid, so it's...you know. A work in progress," she says with a little laugh as she starts to tuck into her meal. "How about at the office?"
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Not stupid at all. The gratitude he feels for being able to have this simple moment, and for Lydia spearheading it, wells up in him and for just a little while, he's glad he's here. It won't last (due to no fault of Lydia's) so he's going to enjoy it while he can.
"I'll be happy to be a tester even before you think it's up to beta testing. I'd rather you ruin my hair than yours," he tells her. "You'll get there though." It's obvious he thinks Lydia is brilliant and he's so proud of her. He takes a bite of his steak, allowing the taste of it to distract him from her question for just a moment. "Lydia, this is fantastic. If I gave any indication I didn't want you to do this every night, I take it back." He says it a little teasingly, but he does mean it.
"The office was good. I think I made a favorable impression on the judge, but she won't make a decision until tomorrow."
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His vote of confidence does make her feel a bit better though, and Lydia smiles. "Thanks, baby," she says, final actually taking the bite she's been holding on her fork this whole time.
In spite of herself, Lydia grins as she chews, waiting until she swallows her mouthful before responding. "Mmm, changed your mind, did you?" she asks playfully. "That's what I thought," she adds, sounding very pleased with herself.
Nodding a little, Lydia takes a drink and then wets her lips thoughtfully. "Because it's been forever since she's seen a lawyer as drop dead gorgeous as you," Lydia says casually, "'course you made a favorable impression." She pauses to reach over and take one of his hands to give it a little affectionate squeeze. It's her way of telling him she's joking. "I've got my fingers crossed for you, Matty. I have a good feeling this time, though. I don't know why, I just do."
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He nods a little in acknowledgment, a silent little 'you're welcome'.
"After tasting a meal like this, I think I'm entitled to change my mind," he says playfully. She should be pleased with herself. It's a fantastic meal with limited ingredients.
Matt chuckles a little. "Not that I'm knocking your bias, but..." he teases her. He squeezes her hand in return. "Thank you. I like your feelings. I hope it's on track."
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"Yes, well, I figured you might," Lydia says with a playful air of smugness that she feels quite frankly, she's earned with this meal. It's not like she had a lot to work with as far as flavoring, but it's still a lot better than him trying to make a decent meal out of raw food and meat cooked based on touch rather than being able to actually look at the level of cooked. God, she hopes he hasn't ever tried to cook chicken alone. That's a lot harder to tell by touch and he could make himself really sick that way. She makes a mental note to take over indefinitely as often as possible making his — their — meals. Plus, if she's eating with Matt, that means she can give her food to Allison. Win-win, if you ask her.
Lydia's hoping that her feelings are on track this time, too. They tend to be when in reference to other people. Mostly, Lydia struggles making sure her feelings about her own situations are on track. "I'm reasonably confident. Something has to give eventually, Bae. Why not now?"
For a few moments, she's quiet, then, just enjoying her meal and looking back at her boyfriend fondly. He's the only thing about this place that makes it completely bearable most days. It's amazing having Allison back, but she doesn't get to see her friend nearly as much as she's able to see Matt, thanks to the clearance levels. Eventually, she thinks, Allison will end up working her way up, because she knows Allison and she knows it won't be a huge feat. Lydia just has to be patient. For now, she's just really enjoying her time with Matt and the ability to make things a little bit brighter in this place for everyone else, in general, in any way that she can.
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She does have a lot of hair. True. Matt has never been fashionable, but it really leaves a lot to be desire too. He feels the same way about his clearance level. It lets him help others in a way that he can't as a lower clearance level (with food and giving them an alibi when it comes to curfew, lots of little things like that). It's not as good as the suit he wears back home to help people (either of them...actually, they may not be fashionable but they're really good quality) but it'll do.
She's earned that smugness and he likes to hear the playful tone in her voice. Most of the time, he just cooks everything until he's absolutely certain it's done. He might be better at it if he'd done it at home at all when he had the senses to help out. As it is, he lived on takeaway and food in lieu of payment. In any case, cooking has been an adventure here, and a not altogether pleasant one. He's more than happy to hand the duties over to Lydia, especially if it benefits someone besides himself.
"There are worse attitudes to go into life with," he smiles a little at her. He really hasn't made much headway here, a small victory occasionally, but nothing that he really felt good about.
Every day he's grateful he has Lydia here. It would be wonderful to have Foggy around, but at the same time, he doesn't want to bring anyone he loves here. If he could get Lydia out, he would. Hell, if he could get everyone out of here, he would. He hates the clearance levels, hates the way they separate people and the divide it causes. "Did you want to stay for a little while after dinner?" because she should go back to her room, but they both know that doesn't happen more often than not.
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Lydia likes that.
"Yeah, I'll stay for a bit," she agrees in the same casual tone she always does. Seeing that Matt's just about finished, Lydia pauses her own meal. "Do you want more salad, baby? You're almost out and there's still a little more left, if you want it," she offers.