DAYCYCLE 4
[NOV 11-15]
Mod Note: The RL Days to one IC Daycycle ratio is being changed from 3:1 to 5:1 as of this Daycycle. Each IC Daycycle from here on out will last five RL days. For months that have 31 days, this last day will be added to the sixth Daycycle for that month. (Ex: Dec 26-31st will be one Daycycle.).
MORNING Troubleshooters in RM1102 will be woken up bright and early this morning as a squad of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Abbie Mills for treason. She is taken from her assigned room and by the time that breakfast is over, all trace of her presence has been scrubbed. If one is to ask about the charges against her they will be told it is classified.
The majority of Troubleshooters seem a bit smug to learn of the first arrest of one of the Specials, though there are a few that actually seem a little more friendly. As if this somehow signifies that you aren’t all internal spies for The Computer. There are a few new faces this morning in the briefing huddle. Barry Allen, Gaius Maecenas and Lydia Martin were released from the Cloning center 24 hours ago and are joining the Special Troubleshooter ranks.
Today’s missions are more of the mundane nature, but as boring as they seem, they must be seen to.
Troubleshooter Team: Barry Allen & Lydia Martin
Mission: You are to deliver this 100-kilo spool of copper wire to the transformer station by transbot platform 12-YELLOW. The local quartermaster will sign for it. Be on the lookout for possible theft attempts. Intel indicates that the Free Enterprise group has been asking about copper materials as of late, most likely to aid some terrorist plot.
All other Troubleshooters: You are to report to your Service Firm positions for the day, until called on for Troubleshooter duty.
Intel
There was a recent security leak in Internal Security. The threat has been dealt with, but keep an ear open for anyone acting suspiciously in case they had accomplices. Report any and all forms of treason, even the possible intention of treason, immediately.
AFTERNOON At 1400 Natasha Romanoff will be pulled from her Threat Assessment job and interrogated by Internal Security for information about Abbie Mills and her recent actions. It will be implied that Natasha herself might have assisted in a breach of security. The session does not go beyond accusations and she will be released after an hour if nothing suspicious surfaces.
At 1500 Matt Farrell will be pulled from his Encryption job and interrogated by Internal Security for information about Abbie Mills and her recent actions. It will be implied that he might have assisted her in a breach of security. The session will not go beyond accusations and he will be released within thirty minutes if nothing suspicious surfaces.
At 1530 Maria Hill will be pulled from her post as a surveillance operative for interrogation by Internal Security. She will not return to her station.
At 1600 Ray Palmer will be pulled from his Equipment Control position and interrogated by Internal Security about his mission with Abbie Mills on Daycycle 2. He will be asked if she acted strangely or displayed traitorous signs at that point. If nothing useful comes out of the interview, he will be released within thirty minutes.
At 1700 Parker will be pulled from her position as an Infiltration Consultant and will be told to report to Medical Services. There she will be evaluated for the possibility of a medication adjustment. If the physician finds no need to medicate he will give her a stamped note to return to her supervisor. If he does recommend medication it will be administered onsite.
EVENINGThe Strobe, part dance club and part testbed for new power technologies, has reopened after an unfortunate closing of three months to rebuild after a terrible core meltdown. Many of the the Wagon Wheels residents are flocking out to the reopening to enjoy ear deafening music, seizure inducing light shows and overpriced drinks in test tubes.
Sleep aid gas is expelled into the sleeping quarters at 2100.
Daycycle 4 Debriefing
Reward and punishment will be determined by the outcome of your missions, though they may depend entirely on the current processing power of The Computer at the time and classified information not available to you. In other words, everything is never as it seems, so be prepared for anything.
Please debrief The Computer and your Briefing Officer on your mission using the form below.
Morning | Open
Barry looks around the room, trying to find a familiar place or some kind of clue as to where this Alpha Complex might be. He makes eye contact with a few people, but they all either glare back or look away pointedly as if they want nothing to do with him.
It kind of reminds him of high school.
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"Word of advice, the food is easier to swallow if you don't breathe in before you eat it, and don't let it touch your tongue for long." He offers Barry a slight, lopsided smile. HappiTime does wonders for Bucky's morning moods. It's a good way to get going after a night spent in his mind, trapped reliving the war and his fall.
He gives Barry a curious look for a moment and pushes his untouched tray aside, leaning on the table with his functional arm. He recognized the looks Barry was giving the people in the commissary, but not Barry himself.
"Is this your first day in the commissary?"
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"This is my first day for a lot of things," Barry says, glancing down at his jumpsuit. "I'm still trying to decide if this is really happening or it's some terrible tasting nightmare." He reaches across the table, offering his hand. "Barry Allen."
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"Bucky Barnes. Just watch your back. Not a lot of friendly faces around here." And a lot of confusing things going on. He still wasn't sure who or what he was supposed to be fighting for, or what was going on in the war. He certainly didn't think he was a clone. "You can buy other food. I'm not sure if it's any better, but it's worth a shot if you can't stomach this."
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Barry raised his eyebrows. Even without his speed, he still had a big appetite and this breakfast wasn't going to cut it. "Yeah? Anything decent?"
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Mission | Barry & Lydia
They hand him the sign off sheet and the keys to the truck that the wire is luckily already loaded on. He looks over the paperwork and then at the beat up truck as he waits for his partner.
He has no idea in which direction the Power Station is.
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Still, she spends her twenty-four hours of freedom from responsibility exploring quietly. She listens when her roommates are talking — two men; that figures — observes her surroundings carefully during meals, and stores all of the new information, mentally organizing what she thinks is important versus what isn't. Eventually, she'll want to draw back on the things she actually had time to pay attention to.
And now, she's being given her first official mission — with another man. She knows there's women here, so where the hell are they? — which means study hour is over. Lydia heads out in search of her partner and the truck they said would have the wire they need to transport. It's been made clear that it could be dangerous and she's been given a gun that's already making her feel a little uncomfortable in her own skin just holding. Lydia does the math in her head really quickly and hopes like hell that they're meant to be dropping off the wire to someone who can help them move it off the truck, because one hundred kilos doesn't sound so bad until you convert it to pounds and more than double the load.
He's tall and thin; his build reminds her a little of Isaac — was he a dream or a glitch? — and he's attractive, but he doesn't look like he's built to lift over two hundred pounds and God knows she's not.
"Hi, I'm Lydia," she offers, holding her hand out to shake as she approaches, pulling a map out of the pocket of her jumpsuit — ugliest effing thing I've ever seen. Would it kill them to give me a skirt and a cute top? For Christ's sake, I look like a criminal. — with her free one. "They said you had the truck, the cargo, and the paperwork, so they gave me a map and a gun and told me to hurry up, so...I guess I'm late? Sorry?"
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"Hi, Lydia. I'm Barry," he says giving her a smile. A smile that only widens in relief when she pulls the map out of her pocket. "It's okay, I'm usually the one running late."
The weight of his own gun is in his pocket and he still doesn't know how he feels about that. Lydia doesn't seem too bothered by it. "I hope you know where we're going."
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Given the fact that she'd been explicitly told to get a move on, Lydia makes her way closer to the passenger side, a little begrudgingly because she doesn't like not being in control. "I assume you've got the keys...?" she asks, lifting her eyebrows.
A nod comes in response to his question. "Yeah, I know where we're going. It's a bit of a haul, but the sooner we get there and get this done, the better. You don't think we're going to have to lift that thing, do you?" she asked, wrinkling her nose as she pulled open the door.
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Lydia looks like she's done this before, so he goes along with her, pulling open his own door and sliding behind the wheel. He glances back at the spool of copper wire on the bed of the truck. "I really hope not," he admits, glancing over at her.
He starts up the car and with a jerk they set off down the road.
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Evening | Open
The drinks were tiny and expensive but the closest thing to wine he'd had since he got here (which, okay, was only about 24 hours ago or so, but that was still a long time for him to go without wine) and he was happy to fill his evening with them - especially when he could talk other people into buying them for him with the right amount of charm and flirtation. This place may be the furthest removed from Rome it was possible to get, but some things didn't change.
He'd even managed to find himself a corner booth to lounge in, letting the lights wash over him and enjoying the pleasant buzz he was feeling. This was much better.
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Lydia wishes that she could've prepped better, though. She still isn't sure she believes the glitch theory with memories that feel so real, but for the sake of argument and not being taken back for more viewings of the history, she pretends that the fact that she remembers spending hours dressing, doing her hair, and putting on makeup for a dance with her best friend. She lets herself belief that it is a glitch when she recalls that friend is dead, because Lydia doesn't like to think about the kind of pain that would come with having her best friend die because she couldn't stop it.
She wanders into the club, suddenly feeling a hell of a lot more at home — Remember the Oni at the rave in Derek's loft? That isn't real; that couldn't have happened. There's no such thing as a creature that stalks through parties to test for supernaturals. There's no such thing as grouchy werewolves shutting said parties down — and she's scanning the crowd as she goes. She won't have to buy herself a single drink, she decides. According to the glitch, she never has. Big boobs, a pretty face, and a flirty smile get you everywhere, she thinks, she just has to work a little harder when she's not in the kinds of clothes she sees herself wearing in her dreams; in the glitches. This is less flattering, by far, to her body and the color is doing nothing for her complexion.
Most of the men here look at her, sure, but they're careful to keep their glances in passing. I need to buy some clothes, she thinks to herself; something to differentiate herself from her clearance level which is, apparently, fucking lowly. So, rather than make her way to the bar in the hopes of free liquor, she decides to scope out the tables. There's bound to be someone sitting alone, maybe they've had a few too many tube drinks, and maybe they'll be too damn lonely to care that she looks less than a vision in her red jumpsuit.
She zeroes in on him because he looks like he's slouched just so — A few too many tubies, she thinks. — he's all by himself, and...all right, he wasn't rough on the eyes. Sure, why not start here?
Lydia slides into the booth on the opposite side uninvited and offers him a smile. "You looked lonely," she calls to him over the blaring music. "Mind if I join you?"
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He leans in, voice deliberately low so she has to close the distance between them even more in order to hear him, and turns on the charm.
"I don't think anybody would mind a pretty girl like you joining them."
He glances away from her long enough to spot someone carrying around another tray of those delightful beverages and wave them over imperiously.
"Drink?" he asks her as they make their way over.
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"Well, thank you," she says coyly, flashing him a smile and holding a hand toward him to shake. "I'm Lydia," she adds, leaning back just a little to give them space for a handshake that won't be right in their faces.
His offer is exactly what she's looking for and she glances over to see them coming. "I would love a drink," she says, chewing playfully at her bottom lip and looking up at him through her eyelashes.
trying to explain roman handshakes is weird, I hope it makes sense lol
you're good!
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Bucky Barnes | BLUE Medical Sector at 2000 | Closed
So he jumped at the opportunity offered by a stranger with a familiar and comfortable candor. A group that spoke to him like a soldier and offered him a solution to his arm troubles. It should have been a red flag, but he took the opportunity. It was a chance to learn more about the complex, and a potential opportunity to at least look like a whole person again.
He followed every instruction to the line, and although it meant going without a PDC for an undetermined amount of time, he had no need for it for a while. The time leading up to the surgery was a fog in his mind, but he still knew where he was when the sedatives started to wear off, and he fought to wake up faster than the lingering medicine allowed.
He tried to sit up when it became possible, but he did not immediately try to use or look at his arm. He could feel a cold touch and a weight to his shoulder, but that could have easily been a phantom feeling, as well. He wasn't ready to look at what he had agreed to, yet. He wasn't dead. That was a sign positive enough for the moment.
"How did it go?" He tried for a light bit of humour but it was too hard to grasp at anything humorous to say, so he settled for trying to direct his focus on anyone still in the room.
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"Satisfactorily," the man says, taking the chair beside Bucky. His expression is nearly unreadable, though there is an unsettling sharpness to his eyes. He nods to the arm. "Take a look for yourself."
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But he took the chance when the man tells him to, and glances at his new arm. It's strange to see metal where his skin should have been, but less strange than seeing nothing had been.
He hesitates to try using the arm, but he does reach over with his other arm to touch the metal, turning his arm enough to get a look at the Corpore Metal logo.
"Does it come off or stay attached?" He didn't fully understand it yet, or realize he might actually be able to use it as an arm and not just a prop to disguise the fact that he only had one 'real' arm.
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"Most importantly, though, it makes you one of our ranks within Alpha Complex. You are now a soldier in the Corpore Metal army. Our secrets are your secrets. Our lives are yours and yours is ours." He reaches forward with his metal hand. "Congratulations, Barnes."
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Afternoon
But he doesn't. Instead, he steadily checks the batteries of the fire alarms - why are they using batteries, anyway, shouldn't they be more technologically advanced than this? - in the vicinity of his friends. You might get a quick text to let you know he's outside your department if he's checking on you. He'll be the guy with the ladder and a cart of batteries.
By the way, how much do you think they'd sell on the Infrared market? Hypothetically speaking?
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And finding Hardison with a cart of batteries is a distraction, at least. "...Hey."
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Re: Afternoon
As per usual, there isn't a warning about Parker's arrival. One second she wasn't there, and now she is.
"Hardison."
It's not her excited whisper. It's very subdued, and she shakes her head. "Got to hide from the kool-aid."
That Kool-aid man was creepy anyway; knocking through walls like he did.
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He jumps, grabbing onto the ladder as it teeters at his sudden movement. "Parker, you scared me." But it's pretty clear whatever is going on, it's serious. He steps down off the ladder. "What's going on?"
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Her mouth scrunches up, and she looks up to the ceiling. "They want me to go to medical. I don't want to."
Meaning, when they pulled her off her job, she pulled her disappearing act.
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