Daycycle 4 [Nov 11-15]

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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.

EVENING

The 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.

Comments

Daycycle 4 Debriefing

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You are welcome to play out missions from any point (beginning, middle, end) but are not required to. You will, however need to provide information on the debriefing post below once you've determined with the other players involved how the mission played out. You can indicate if the mission is complete (finished), pending investigation (still being discussed occly), or in progress (currently being threaded out.) You are encouraged to approach other characters for assistance with missions whenever possible, as almost every sector has a playable character. They may be able to provide you with valuable information from their roles within Alpha Complex or assistance in tracking down a traitor. You'll soon find out that the more avenues you have through the bureaucratic nightmare that Alpha Complex is, the better.

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.

<b>Mission Status:</b> Complete (Finished), Pending Investigation (Being discussed oocly) or <a href=THREAD LINK>In Progress</a> (link to your thread, if there is one). <b>Troubleshooters</b> <b>Mission outcome:</b> <b>Alpha Complex Damage:</b> <b>Traitorous Casualties:</b> <b>Citizen Casualties:</b> <b>Intel gained:</b>

Morning | Open

[runsonwater]

He moves with the other red jumpsuits, being far too much reminded of the orange one that his father had worn until recently for comfort. They move from the sleeping quarters to the cafeteria to a small room where people are packed until they are sitting elbow to elbow and lined up against the walls.

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.

[offtherail]

One person doesn't meet the glance with a glare. Bucky is still favouring his shoulder after the destruction of the prosthetic, and the red jumpsuit he is wearing is a bit worse for wear than those on others. A few sing marks to one side fairly noticeable. More noticeable is the conspicuously flat sleeve where one of his arms is missing.

"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?"

[runsonwater]

Barry looks up in surprise, meeting the lopsided smile with one of his own. At least it's some sign of friendliness. "Thanks," he says, looking down uncertainly at the food on his plate. "Good to know that it's actually edible."

"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."

[offtherail]

"Edible, just not enjoyable. And as for whether or not it's happening, I haven't had the luck of waking up from it so far." He shakes Barry's hand and smiles back. It's nice when he happens to bump into people who can actually carry on a conversation without sneering at him or plotting his painful demise visibly on their faces.

"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."

[runsonwater]

"Yeah, I picked up on that," Barry said, glancing around the room. "It's like I've done something to personally offend every person here. Usually that takes a day or two."

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?"

Mission | Barry & Lydia

[runsonwater]

The mission seems easy enough, though the fact that they give him a barrel for his weapon is a little disconcerting. He's not sure he likes the idea of shooting anyone, especially over some copper wire, but he takes it without a word.

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.

[sanguinescry]

Lydia isn't okay. She just isn't. But Lydia's always been good at pretending that she's fine when she isn't, so she gets herself released after three days of mind-numbing bullcrap being pushed on her and all that Lydia can think instead of "thank God" or "About time" or just about any other thing that should have popped into her head when she was released from the cloning center is that the "glitches" felt a little too detailed to be glitches and she's antsy just thinking about it.

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?"

[runsonwater]

He's looking over the map when when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. He's pretty sure it's going to be the foreman asking him why he hasn't left already, but instead there's a vision of red in front him. Barry raises his eyebrows in surprise, hesitating a minute before reaching out to take her hand.

"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."

[sanguinescry]

With a small smile, Lydia shakes his hand and then lets hers fall to her side. "Nice to meet you, Barry," she replies and shrugs. "I prefer to call it making an entrance, but poh-tay-toh, poh-tah-toh I guess," she adds with a little smirk.

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.

[runsonwater]

He holds up the keys, wondering if he should say something about not really having to had to drive anywhere in the last two years. Probably not the best confidence builder, though, so he decides to keep it to himself.

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.

Evening | Open

[smirkinbackground]

Now this was more like it, while the music was pretty awful and the lights were far more blinding than any he was used to, it was still fairly obvious that this was the kind of indulgent behaviour he was most fond of - or rather, what passed for it in these parts.

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.

[sanguinescry]

Finally, Lydia thinks, something that feels more normal to her. She isn't built for hauling copper, and she sure as hell doesn't ever prefer an "adventure" over the simpler things. A night club. Perfect.

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?"

[smirkinbackground]

Maecenas glances sidelong at her as she slides into the booth beside him and his mouth spreads into a lazy smirk. Perfect, he thinks, this was exactly the kind of thing he was hoping for, some friendly young woman to come and keep him company. Admittedly, there was only one of them, but sometimes one was enough, and she was definitely pretty enough. A redhead, too, he liked redheads.

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.

[sanguinescry]

Lydia's familiar with the trick; it's not her first rodeo. At least, she doesn't think it is. She remembers nightclubs and slipping by the bouncer with a fake ID, sitting at a bar and being approached by men doing the very same. Once, even a woman. Lydia leans in anyway, because that's how this goes and if she wants a free drink, this is the easiest way to get it. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's attractive. She wonders idly if everyone here is.

"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.

Bucky Barnes | BLUE Medical Sector at 2000 | Closed

[offtherail]

The entire arrangement Bucky had agreed to over the phone should have set off alarms and concern. But Bucky had had three full days of trying to adjust to life with one arm, and now the provided prosthetic he had been reluctant to use was damaged as well, and nearly beyond use. He had had enough issues adjusting to the shift in dynamics in his life, after his time in Hydra's torture labs, adjusting to also being broken physically was too much.

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.

[alphanpcs]

A man steps into his line of sight. He's high enough in clearance that he isn't required to wear the jumpsuit, but instead wears the Armed Force camouflage with a pin indicating the he has BLUE clearance. He is the only other person in the room, though there are signs that others had been present. To the right of Bucky is a table littered with tools and gauze spotted with blood.

"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."

[offtherail]

Bucky straightened up where he was, looking around the room before finally getting up the courage to look at his arm. Other than the first glance he had done his best not to look at the place where his arm had been before. It was too unsettling.

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.

[alphanpcs]

"It stays attached," the man says, a small smile creeping on his lips. "I promise you it is top of the line and made of the most technologically advanced metal that Alpha has access to. The arm allows you superior strength and full functionality."

"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."

Afternoon

[geekage]

It seems that Hardison's annoyed his coworker enough that she has gotten him the job of testing all of the batteries in the fire alarms. It's not a good job, but it does give him an excuse enough to get out of the office. And that makes him so happy that he could almost kiss Wendy on her big, fat mouth.

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?

Re: Afternoon

[hackboy]

Rattled wasn't quite the word for it when he was finally let go from interrogation and the idea of going back to his 'job' wasn't going to wash. He figured taking the afternoon off, dodging his coworkers is a much better plan.

And finding Hardison with a cart of batteries is a distraction, at least. "...Hey."

[geekage]

"Hey," Hardison said, looking up from his checklist. His eyes immediately narrowed in concern, though. Matt wasn't looking that hot. "You okay?"

Re: Afternoon

[whosalicewhite]

Guy with the ladder and cart of batteries should be aware that if there is a moment when a skinny, not so sane blonde appears, it would be while he's on the ladder and checking the batteries.

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.

[geekage]

The hallway had been deserted two seconds ago, so the sound of his name creeps him out. Especially because he's pretty sure a place this big has got to be a little haunted. That and Parker's voice almost sounds like a whisper compared to how she usually says his name.

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?"

[whosalicewhite]

Parker doesn't move to help steady the ladder. She expects anyone to be able to do that themselves. She can.

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.