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- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- alcide herveaux [true blood],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- buffy summers [btvs],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- clint barton [mcu],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- emma swan [once upon a time],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- katniss everdeen [the hunger games],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- matt murdock [daredevil],
- morgana lefey [merlin],
- parker [leverage],
- primrose everdeen [the hunger games],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- zatanna zatara [young justice]
Daycycle 122 [ January 15 - January 21]
daycycle 122
[Jan 15 - Jan 21]
[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]
Early, Early Morning [0200 - 0400]
At approximately 0200, several explosive devices planted in Technical Services by PURGE will detonate, damaging several memobanks. In a rush to prepare for the morning upload several Technicians will mistakenly put the wrong memories in the wrong banks. They will catch their mistake before the final upload, but as a result several memories will now be shared across different alpha citizens' consciousnesses. These memories will be experienced as dreams and characters will retain knowledge of them when they wake.
Memory Swap Pairs
- Adam Parrish - Derek Hale
- Zatanna Zatara - Oliver Queen
- Steve Rogers - Ronan Lynch
- Katniss Everdeen - Matt Murdock
- Morgana LeFey - Tony Stark
- Clint Barton - Allison Argent
- Isabelle Lightwood - Lydia Martin
- Buffy Summers - Barry Allen
- Emma Swan - Parker
- Cisco Ramon - Gracie Cannell
- Natasha Romanoff - Jack Harkness
- Primrose Everdeen - Alcide Herveaux
Room 1101 will be woken up at 1200 when a squadron of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Bucky Barnes for treason. He will be led away at gun point and his roommates, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish and Oliver Queen will be immediately taken into IntSec for questioning. They will be questioned about the activities of their former roommate for several hours before being sedated and returned to their room before 0500. Bucky's roommates will not remember his arrest or their questioning when they wake, though they may feel the lingering active effects of the sedative for several hours into their day.
The memory of Bucky Barnes having ever been present in Alpha will be erased with varying degrees of success from all those he came into contact with.
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
No Specials will be selected for a mission today.
Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties.
At 0900 it will be discovered that the shooter from Steve Roger's assassination attempt has, ironically, been assassinated along with her guards in Armed Forces the night before. The letters mod will be left written in the shooter's blood along her cell wall.
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 the Commissary and will be overseen by Clint Barton. Izzy Lightwood from Medical Services has been assigned to assist him in giving a demonstration on basic first aid and wound care.
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.
Steve Rogers, Closed and Open Sections
As if his day wasn’t going be rough enough already, Steve’s morning is rougher. Ronan’s memories hit somewhere deep, and Steve spends his entire morning run replaying those scenes in his head. For once, he’s thankful for his clearance level and the kind of access it gets him. He doesn’t want to see anyone right now, and he needs the wind and the cold to shake this off.
His time spent with the rest of the Specials that morning is limited. He finds Allison to offer her a job with VSF if she still wants it, and then he leaves for Armed Forces early. IntSec might be actually giving him what they know about the R&D bombing today, and Steve has a plan for making sure they won’t torture his shooter.
And then at 09:00, all of Steve’s plans go to hell.
[ Armed Forces, Throughout the Day, Evening, Overnight, Open to Armed Forces Personnel or anyone with a high enough clearance level to get into where Steve is inside AF ]
[ 14:00, TrueAlpha, Closed to Lydia ]
[ 17:00, Avengers Secret HQ, Closed to Clint and Dick ]
[ 21:00, Wagon Wheel, Closed to Tony ]
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"Hey...Boss." To anyone that doesn't know her, she might sound timid. She's really just treading carefully, trying to figure out how he's handling things so that she can respond with what he needs rather than what her gut tells her.
"Can I join you?" Because maybe he wants to be alone, which doesn't necessarily mean she'll leave him alone. It's all about getting a feeling for where he's at.
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Buffy works for Armed Forces, so she probably found out at least a little bit before the rest of the Complex, and even then, that early in the morning, the stack of papers on Steve’s desk are already piling up. People are constantly coming in to ask him questions and he’s asking for things in return.
“Buffy,” he says, only a little surprised to see her as he lifts his head up. “Please,” he says, motioning towards the chair that’s been pulled to the side of his desk. She can close the door too, if she’d like. And Steve doesn’t look terrible, it hasn’t been long enough yet, but his eyes had a fierce sense of determination in them when he first looked up. Like he doesn’t plan to ever stop working until he can figure this out.
Truth be told, he’d thought about pulling Buffy from patrol this morning, but with everything that’s happened, Steve figured it might be safer for the other Specials if she was standing watch over the Wagon Wheel. But she’d chosen to come here, to his office, instead.
“Why are you here? Is something wrong?”
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The pile of paper this early in the morning is worrisome. She frowns, brow furrowing at the sight of them. It's very clear that she's both worried and disapproving.
She does close the door, thinking it might make Steve more apt to talk to her. She's not sure if his office is as closely monitored as the rest of the sector either. If it's not, closing the door could be a good thing. Once she takes a seat, she looks a little closer at Steve. She recognizes that determination because she's seen it in the mirror. She's been the person that didn't sleep until she figured something out. Honestly, until all of this tension between the specials and the alphas calms down, it's highly likely she won't sleep much. Thank the Powers that Be, she learned how to exist on four hours of sleep a long time ago.
She wouldn't have wanted to be pulled from patrol. At least, she feels like she's doing something when she's patrolling the 14th,15th and 16th floors.
"No," she assures him quickly. "I just heard about what happened and I wanted to see if you were okay. I was at the commissary this morning to get coffee and things are fine there." For now. "So...how not okay are you?" Because clearly he cant be okay.
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Steve though, seems at least happy to hear that there’s nothing wrong on patrol. But when she asks that question, his previously strained smile because a real one.
“Buffy,” he says, chuckling once, “It’s possible that maybe you know me a little too well.”
He glances behind her, past the glass window in his door, out towards commotion that surrounds them. And then he looks back at Buffy.
“I’m waiting on a forensics report.” It’s the most important thread he’s pulling on at the moment, but he can’t tell her why, not here in his office. Not if the report confirms his suspicions. And Steve … well, his expression seems to be trying to communicate some of that in the way he looks at her, and how he subtly tilts his head as he speaks. There’s more he’s willing to say, but he can’t right now.
“I’ll feel better once I get the results.”
What do forensics reports say, Buffy? Reports on the injury, what substances are involved, how the victim died. But the most important detail to Steve that day, is one simple fact. Time of death.
He knows he’s not giving her a lot to go on here, but Steve already suspects that even if IntSec can’t be watching him, someone else might be. He doesn’t want to put Buffy in the crosshairs too.
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Well, at least she got a good smile out of him. It makes her smile as well.
She shrugs. "I'm an observer. " Also, she kind of knows the type. She and Steve have a lot in common personality wise.
She nods a little as he speaks, trying to follow all the threads of everything he's not saying. Unfortunately, she doesn't have a lot of experience with forensic reports and she didn't watch a lot of crime TV in her spare time. His response gets another nod; she's clearly distracted and concentrating.
Yeah....she's starting to work that out, but she's not sure what results Steve could be waiting for that would have him on pins and needles. She looks at him, an 'oh' look dawning on her face only to have it dwarfed by concentration as she decides that's not it.
"Uhm...it takes a while for DNA evidence, doesn't it?"
Yeah, she's not getting it. Sorry, Steve.
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It’s okay, he thinks. He shouldn’t drag her into this until he has a plan, anyways. And even then, he’s going to want to explain all the risks beforehand.
“Right,” he agrees, though he’d not hopeful on that point. Barry and Izzy had looked around, and there are a few things they want to test, but he has a feeling that whoever the shooter was didn’t leave much behind.
“In the meantime, I’m just tryin’ to make sure we follow up on every other lead possible. Something like this happens inside Armed Forces, and we need to know what happened.”
This used to be the safest sector. Now Steve thinks they might actually be working in the most dangerous one.
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Apparently you can take an expression back. She didn't mean it, but...
She really should have watched more crime dramas. She will be one hundred percent in whether he's got a plan or not.
She hears that lack of hope and it makes her frown. "Do we know what time---and the security cameras, they should have caught something, right? We can ask to see the video. That should help and if the cameras were taken down...that tells us something, right?" Now she's thinking about the patrols she goes on at night when she should be sleeping.
Buffy is beginning to suspect that as well, but it doesn't change anything. She still wants to work here.
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“That’s right.” Maybe he can communicate something else in the meantime as well. “Across most of Alpha, IntSec is charge of the surveillance. But not within Armed Forces. We do our own security, and we have higher standards. If something happens anywhere in our sector, it should be on tape.”
Anywhere, as in, including his office. Do you understand, Buffy?
Of course, if she doesn’t, he’ll tell her later. He trusts the Specials encrypted network to coordinate logistics, and once they’re in a more off-the-radar location, Steve will be able to speak much more openly.
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So when Steve arrives, Lydia gives him a smile and gets to her feet. It's a little slow in the store this time of the day when most of the lower level clearance — who happen to be her best and most regular customers because they can't get her quality of product anywhere else in the Commissary or Black Market without it costing an arm and a leg — have to head back to their stations after their lunch breaks. There's a lone other YELLOW Alpha near the bar soaps, lifting each tester and sniffing them as she tries to decide which she likes. When Lydia greets Steve with a cheerful, "hey stranger!" the YELLOW Alpha looks over her shoulder, tenses, and grabs the first bar of soap that catches her eye on the shelf, quickly making her way to the counter.
"One second, sorry," she says and instead greets her customer, a little friendly chatter escaping her as she rings the soap up and puts it into a cute little paper bag, inspired without a doubt, by Victoria's Secret back home. Once the shopper scurries back out of the store, Lydia's attention is back on Steve. "How's it going?" she asks as she pulls her PDC out, knowing he'd intended to come see some of the commercials. She's got the cuts on her PDC still while she and Gracie do final tweaks before they air.
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But of course he’ll wait. In fact, Steve kind of loves seeing this part of her shop in action. Lydia at the helm, taking care of customers and ringing them up.
“You know, I hope all your customers don’t all react that way when they see the commercials. Otherwise I won’t be any help.”
Steve’s joking, but he does feel a tiny bit responsible for that customer rushing out. Maybe she would have purchased another item, if she’d been able to shop in peace.
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With a little laugh, Lydia stands and moves to offer him her seat before hopping up to sit on her desk and holding out the PDC to him. "Nah, it's just that they're a little star struck when you're in person. You're a celebrity, remember? They can't embarrass themselves or get themselves into trouble just staring at your likeness and drooling," she points out playfully. She's only half-joking.
"I already pulled up the commercials, because I know you wanted to see them and, like I said, they're not final cuts, but they're pretty close. I put it on autoplay, so if you just tap the play button, they should go." The commercials are each only thirty second spots, but that's plenty. She's selling soap, after all, there's not a whole lot that can't be said in thirty seconds or less.
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“How can I forget?” he asks, lifting his brow as he takes her PDC into his hands. “They still haven’t taken those posters down.”
He can already see the splash frame of the first video before he presses play. A close-up of some of Lydia’s soaps.
When Steve presses play, he makes sure to hold the screen out in front of both of them, so she can watch along too, even if he’s sure Lydia’s seen these a million times by now.
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She gives him a little nudge on the shoulder with one hand and laughs as he turns her PDC so that she can view it too. True, Lydia's seen these cuts a million times, but maybe watching with Steve will give her a different perspective and she'll stop nitpicking. Or maybe she'll nitpick even more, but there's only one way to find out.
"When you finish watching, be honest," she warns. She genuinely wants and respects his feedback, not only as a potential consumer and the subject of the commercials, faceless or not, depending on the scene, but as her friend.
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“They certainly make the place a lot more red. Not sure that counts as brightening,” he says, before grinning at her one last time and then turning his attention to the PDC.
Allison’s commercial is first, and honestly, Steve’s impressed. It looks a lot like what he’d expect to see on T.V. back home. Then comes his normal commercial, which looks pretty similar as Allison’s, except different flavors of soap are featured, probably because they’re more geared towards men. And then finally, they get to the commercial where he’s naked from the waist-up (not that the viewers can see any further down), and Steve’s feels an embarrassing bashfulness wash over him but he can’t seem to look away. True to her word though, that last commercial doesn’t have his face anywhere in it.
When the ‘play again’ icon comes back up, Steve looks at the blacked out screen for a second longer before he turns to Lydia.
“These are … really something,” he says. “If I wasn’t already buying from TrueAlpha I bet I would be, after seeing these.”
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She watches Steve's face rather than the commercial when his commercial comes on, because she's curious how he's going to react to it, most especially the bit with his abdomen. He knows it's him, but the casual viewer is more likely to assume that it's a stand-in. At least, back home, that's what people would probably think given that the face isn't there to confirm anything.
He doesn't seem upset or look flustered, so Lydia takes that as a good sign and she smiles when he looks back up again and speaks. "They turned out pretty great, didn't they? I'm nearly done with them, there's a little more tweaking to be done, but they aren't going to play any differently. I think it's mostly like filters and stuff for coloring and all that, so make it a little brighter, but yeah. You like them, then?"
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“I really do,” he says, nodding. And while he can’t really give her any cinematic advice, because Steve honestly has no idea what’s even possible or how that all works, he can give her one piece of general feedback. At least from his perspective.
“You know how Allison and I shot a few quick scenes together? One a few seconds, but Gracie probably still has ‘em. I think it’d add something, if people got to see both of us in both commercials. That way if they only catch one, they’ll still know you sell soaps for men and women.”
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Come 17:00 he's managed to grab something to eat really quickly thanks to the small kitchen on the ORANGE level as well as make another small trip. He's walking into the lobby of the wagon wheel a few minutes before the hour, that good blend of "on time" and "early." Steve might hear him coming but he'll definitely feel that small paper ball impact on his folder, either in the center of the folder or directly over any stickers or logos. It's Clint, he has to be a bit of a troll when he can.
"Hey, man," he says as he walks up, hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit. Entirely casual. Just your normal every day guy.
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But Steve’s lips quirk into a familiar smile when he looks up and sees Clint walking towards him.
“Hey,” he responds, tilting his head over towards the exit. Soon enough, they’re just walking and talking.
“Things quiet in weapons today?” he asks, just in case there’s something he should know that they can afford to talk about while still out in the open.
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"Yeah - there was a kink in one of the electronic subroutines for one of the pistols, it wasn't firing right. I sent it back and reported it, so they should be fixing it tomorrow. I'll test it again after they modify it." Normal talk, normal actions - everything's fine, everything's good. Don't pay any attention to them. Of course, he's walking with Steve Rogers, Number Twenty-Seven, so there's more eyes on them than Clint wants, but they're gradually thinning out the further from the Wagon Wheel they get. Clint casually turns down a corridor that doesn't lead in the direction of the Specials' hidden retreat, entirely as if he's allowed to go there - which he is - not looking back to see if Steve's following him. Steve's not a spy, but he is a tactician, and he'd know that Clint wouldn't alter their course without a damn good reason. "I'm glad to see you're still in one piece, though."
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And yeah, wherever Steve goes now people look. It’s been that way since the posters went up. Even more now after the assassination.
Steve doesn’t even flinch when Clint changes course. It’s naturally easy to just follow the person walking slightly in front of you, even if he’d been expecting to continue straight when Clint turns. If they weren’t underground in a surveillance-crazed bunker, he’d ask Clint where they’re going. But they are, so he doesn’t ask. He just follows, trusting that wherever they end up, it’ll explain why Clint wanted to meet.
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It's a job that gives him some... other advantages.
Clint keeps moving, not hurrying or otherwise acting at all suspicious, being very used to keeping his feelings and intentions masked and not giving anything away. Steve knows enough of the spy game to not make a big deal about it, which Clint is grateful for, because after awhile they're definitely not in an observed area. It's too run down, too dilapidated, to be anything active, and at that point Clint turns back to Steve and gives him a focused look of "follow me" without saying a word. No one's around, or even in the area, and their casual walk off the grid shouldn't trigger any alarms - they'll be done soon. Clint turns and slips into a corridor that's almost too small for a supersoldier (sorry Steve), silencing his steps even in the heavy boots so as not to draw attention to anyone being where they shouldn't be. There's a couple more minutes of twists and turns in what is probably a set of disused service corridors, but they eventually come to a small closet where Clint kneels to draw a small roll of fabric from the rolled-up cuff of his jumpsuit. He opens it in his hand to reveal a few wires bent into odd shapes - improvised lockpicks.
"Gotta move this stuff, there's too much of it here now." Selecting two of the picks, he inserts them into the lock and has it open within a few moments, standing and opening the door to reveal a stack of small battered boxes. "Think you can take a few? If they find it, they're gonna start looking for a smuggling operation, not just think it's a lone dissenter."
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That clear look from Clint reaffirms that there’s a purpose to this, so Steve continues to follow, even when the turn into one particular corridor has his chest is pressed against both walls and he has to squeeze through.
They get what looks like a closet and when Clint kneels down to start working on the lock, Steve automatically turns away, to keep watch.
“Too much of what, exactly?” But soon enough, the door opens and Steve’s focus shifts back to Clint and the tower of boxes. He slides just one box out at first, and opens it to see what’s inside.
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The boxes are cheap, basically Alpha's equivalent to the substandard cardboard shipping boxes they have back home, with labels stuck haphazardly on the sides stating they contain things like "Jumpsuit Snaps" and "Spare Boot Soles" - things that no one in their right mind would have any interest in. The disguise of this drop point is as storage for unused pieces of minor clothing repair materials; so far, either the place hasn't been discovered at all or the disguise is holding up.
Because the box Steve picks up is actually full of spools of thread, in all the colors of the rainbow, but a couple down is one Clint pulls out himself and opens - and it's full of weapons. Mostly disassembled, so it can all fit in the not-so-big box, but obviously things that can cause grievous bodily harm to others. "I'm not gonna stand for not having a way to defend myself if something goes wrong, or a way to break out of here if we have to, and we can't do any of that if we're not armed." He pulls out two of the cartons and pushes them over to the side, replaces the one Steve's got with two more, piling the dummy boxes over the one left on the bottom before closing the door again. "Not all of us can use weapons, but those of us who can can take care of the ones who can't. Not that there's that many of them, I don't think. We've just gotta be careful not to get caught with any of this, and I wanna put it all in HQ so more people have access to it all if we need it."
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The spools of thread intrigue him for just a moment, as he wonders if these are for Natasha. Thin wires are her style, after all. But when Clint pulls out a specific box and opens the top to show him the disassembled weapons inside, Steve glances over them and nods. He knows Clint’s right. The day will come when they need to fight, and he knows that soldiers can’t go weaponless into a war.
“Have any bows come through Weapons Assessment?” Because yes, he’s on board with Clint’s plan, but he also knows that despite how versatile Clint is, the man clearly has a preference. “We have some in Very Special Forces.” And yeah, Captain America is offering to smuggle it out for you.
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