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- [daycycle 005],
- barry allen [the flash],
- dick grayson [young justice],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- parker [leverage],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- ~inactive: alec hardison [leverage],
- ~inactive: arty [original],
- ~inactive: gaius maecenas [rome],
- ~inactive: matt farrell [die hard iv],
- ~inactive: ray palmer [arrow]
DAYCYCLE 5 [ NOV 16-20 ]
DAYCYCLE 5
[ NOV 16-20 ]
MORNING
You wake to yet another exciting day in Alpha Complex at 0600, but you may immediately sense that something is off. Your mind is muddled and it takes you a moment to remember where and who you are. But even that is uncertain, because if you think hard enough, you can remember people calling you other names. In fact, you can remember a singular, life changing memory that makes no sense when you compare it to all of the others that you possess…
Heads are going to roll at the MemoMax facility. Apparently, last night instead of downloading memories, someone hit the upload switch instead. Each Alpha Complex citizen now possesses life changing memories from another citizen’s life. This doesn’t make much difference for the majority of Alpha’s citizens, but makes a big difference for the Specials who possess the glitch that left them with past memories. Enjoy this window into a stranger’s life while you can, by midnight tonight the MemoMax facility will be under new management and memories will be restored to normal.
Ray Palmer and Alec Hardison are pulled from the morning briefing for interrogation regarding Maria Hill and her recent actions.
No missions
All other Troubleshooters: You are to report to your Service Firm positions for the day, until called on for Troubleshooter duty.
AFTERNOON
There is an R&D Synovation conference today beginning at noon. R&D Project Directors host these
EVENING
There will be a TopWare party in the Troubleshooter’s common room at approximately 1800. Come see the wonders of TopWare and all it’s capable of! Bring your ME cards.
Sleep aid gas is expelled into the sleeping quarters at 2100.
Re: Steve Memories for Dick Grayson!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2D0eujskWaA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAVzd8a8evk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMsGSfT70kQ (This is not a great video but it has some my favourite moments from the episode, and it's a big important bit of his life)
(Also thread?)
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Sorry this might be sort of fail, lemme know if anything needs changing :D
Dick headed to breakfast feeling a lot more melancholy than he had since arriving here, even the usual drive to investigate and work this place out wasn't quite up at it's usual standard, instead lingering at the back of his mind while he couldn't get those strange thoughts out of his head. The memories definitely weren't his, while the whole thing had been from 'his' perspective and while he remembered it like he'd been there, could recall the sights and the sounds as if it had just happened last week, it was definitely not something that had ever happened to him, he was pretty sure about that - the era, the plane, the hands he'd seen when he looked down, none of it was his... so whose was it? And why was it in his head, real enough to make him feel the heartbreak as if he'd lived it himself?
He took a seat at the table and stared down at his own, much smaller, younger hands. They looked wrong somehow, even though the rest of his memories matched up the way they should, this one had such an impact on him that he just wasn't sure what to make of it. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't even notice who he was sitting beside, until his gaze drifted sideways and he recognised the person sitting there, for a split second of confused memories it felt like looking in a mirror.
This is so perfect.
Steve had spent his entire first week laying low, barely even interacting with Bucky, and attempting to find out if the information they'd fed him on day one could be verified. During that week, there were a few things he had counted on never changing, including his memories.
But these were indisputably real, but at the same time, they weren't him. He'd been younger, he knew both by the size of his body and his desire to impress what might have been his father. But he was also more agile, even by Captain America standards. Performing the trapeze, the memories of his parents-
No. Someone's parents.
-he could still see the look in their eyes when he fell. Walking to breakfast that morning, Steve felt so much bigger and bulkier in his body than before. Even after the serum was injected, and his body went through such a drastic change, it still felt like his. Getting his food and sitting down both felt unnatural.
That's when he felt the gaze of the kid next to him. He even tried not to look for a second or two, until he finally turned and a mixture of strangeness and familiarity swelled in his chest.
I genuinely wanted to pounce on this much sooner, so sorry
"You... you're..." Dick tried to find the words, confused by both the feelings he was experiencing and the fact that the expression on the older man's face was, he was almost certain, practically identical to the one he could feel his own features forming. He didn't know how to explain what he was thinking, what was in his head, but he knew he needed to finish the sentence. He sorted through the memory, trying to fight back the way tears welled in his eyes when he thought about it, until he found something he could actually use, it didn't exactly explain anything, but it was a good start.
"..Captain Rogers. ..Steve. Right?" he managed to try and make it sound at least the tiniest bit casual, but at the same time he knew there was nothing casual about knowing the guy's name when he was pretty sure they hadn't actually met yet.
No worries I'm slow sometimes too
Not once in his new memories did he remember someone actually calling him by a full name — only past ones. But at the same time, the dreams already told him who he was: a boy desperately trying to become a hero.
It was the same thing Steve himself wanted, ages ago.
Re: No worries I'm slow sometimes too
"Dick." he took the hand, trying for a smile. It fell kind of flat and he realised the best thing to do was just to come out with it and explain things before Steve thought he was a crazy person.
"Sorry, just had a... dream? I guess? And you were there..." he laughed slightly at the Wizard of Oz reference "Well, I mean, I was you, I know it sounds strange, but it was so real... I was in this plane..."
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"I have a feeling I'll be sharing a similar story once you're done," he says, taking a spoonful of his non-appetizing food and putting it in his mouth. He doesn't make eye contact with Dick, even though normal social interactions would dictate that he should, given the topic they were speaking of.
"Tell me what you dreamt, but keep eating. Act normal."
He'd been avoiding higher scrutiny all week long. As much as he wanted to get to the bottom of this, Steve needed to maintain the integrity of his current mission as well.
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Dick raised an eyebrow at the 'similar story' comment, there was clearly something about what Dick was saying that made sense to Steve, which made him wonder if perhaps their memories had been swapped somehow. The command to act normal made him grin a little as well, a lifetime with Batman left him very good at having one conversation while looking like he was having another, and the subterfuge was familiar to him.
Leaning back in his chair, he picked nonchalantly at his breakfast and explained what had happened in a low voice. It was difficult to keep his emotions in check, there was a really distinct sense of loss that accompanied the memory that felt all too familiar to his own losses, and he still felt it like it had happened to him.
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This wasn't a battlefield and he wasn't a spy. In the end, he looked down into his food, and just appreciated the memory of Peggy's voice one more time.
But when the recounting is over, the Captain realizes that the boy never got to experience the ending, so he fills it in. "No one died during that plane crash." He eats another spoonful of mush, and manages to give Dick a convincing smile afterwards. "I woke up seventy years later. It was too late to make it to the dance, but I got to see Peggy one last time."
But that was a whole other story. Now it was his turn to tell Dick what he'd seen.
"I had a dream last night. Multiple actually." There was a feeling of nostalgia that was difficult to hide. They'd felt so real. "I was talking to a therapist about being a hero." He tells about each of the dreams in sequence: what he (or Dick, really) had said about Batman, going through a training routine and then being invited to play basketball, all the way to the flashbacks within his memories of the trapeze.
None of it was easy.
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One last time. Seventy years later. It didn't take a genius to figure out the circumstances of that meeting, given that Steve definitely did not look seventy years older, and it was achingly bittersweet to think about with those memories fresh in his mind, but he manages a sort of smile and he's at least glad that Steve survived.
When Steve starts to recount what he experienced, it helps ground Dick a little bit, drawing up his own memories of the events as Steve speaks to remind himself who he is. He feels awkward that Steve witnessed his talk with Black Canary (since he's pretty sure that's the therapy session he must be talking about), but he has to concede that he saw a deeply personal aspect of Steve's life, it was only fair that Steve saw something similar. Despite that, it all seemed quite tame, the memory of the basketball game made him smile, but then... the accident. Somehow he wasn't surprised, and yet it still hit him like a brick, it always did. He nodded slowly, not quite trusting himself to speak for a moment.
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An entire minute goes by before he speaks again.
"The man you referred to as Batman in those memories. Is he family?"
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"He's.." Dick hesitated, poking at his food. This place tired him out, second guessing everything and making him think too hard about secret identities and how much to say and who to trust and he just wanted to take a moment to actually connect with someone. This ... glitch, whatever it was, made him feel a connection with Steve, so he halted himself before he could think too hard about the situation.
"Yes," he answered "He's my dad."
let's end this one soon
"In the memory, I could tell you cared a lot about your father, and that he felt the same about you." A beat. "I have to thank you, for giving me the chance to remember what that feels like."
There's a semblance of a smile on Steve face, and his voice is calm and unwavering, like a man who's already come to grips with those parts of his past.
Their time in the canteen was coming to close. Most of the other troubleshooters were beginning to file out. At this point, Steve was done with whatever was left of his food, so he sets his utensils down on the tray, and throws his napkin over it.
Works for me :)
Dick couldn't help but smile at that, it's a little bittersweet but he still feels good that he's given Steve those memories, if that's what he took from them, he knows what's it like to lose a parent - both of them, actually - and he knows how important it is when those emotions you never thought you'd see again get a chance to come back to you.
"Well...you're welcome, for that. I'm glad." he said softly, not sure what else to say. It was nearly time to go though, and he pushes himself to his feet, knowing he's got a lot of work to do today.
"It was nice to meet you, Steve," he says genuinely, although what they've seen goes a little deeper than a simple meeting "I'll see you around?"
perfect
"You can bet on it." It might have been a glitch in the system, but their memories have brought them together. At future mission assignments and at meals, the Captain will be keeping an eye out for Dick. Just to make sure that he's doing all right.