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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ OOC: Steve’s reaction to Ronan’s memories posted separately, because it’s lengthy and depressing. ]

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 ]

mod written blood.

His shooter, dead. Her cell in Armed Forces, broken into. Her guards, two strong, trained men from another squadron, dead.

When did this happened, he’d asked immediately. The answer made his eyebrows furrow in concern. Early morning, or maybe even midnight last night. They’d need forensics in order to tell, so that’s who Steve called, immediately.

And he drops everything else, because he needs to get to the bottom of this. So he works through the morning, he works through lunch, the afternoon, the early evening. And with a few exceptions, he barely leaves Armed Forces, even when shifts are over and all RED and ORANGE troubleshooters are required to leave. If anyone one his team requests to stay, he’ll grant it, but Steve isn’t planning on ordering anyone to stay here with him beyond normal work hours.

Because after tonight, he barely eats dinner, and he works through the night. The light to his office is one of the last ones still on in the building. When his team reports in the next morning, on DC 123, it doesn’t seem at all like Steve’s left since they saw him the day before.

And he works this hard, pushes himself this hard, for two reasons. First, he can. His body can handle this in a way that it wouldn’t have two days ago. But second, and more importantly, all the clues he learns throughout the day points Steve to a very familiar and very unsettling conclusion. That this was an inside job. That all of this, not just last night’s assassination, but his own shooting, was organized by the very sector he works for — the one that on its surface has approved every mission he’s requested, that has supported him since the day he arrived. It isn’t that Steve was under some delusion that Armed Forces was somehow a lone paragon of truth and justice. No, rather, he’d just never expected-

Steve hadn’t expected Armed Forces to be the most dangerous sector of them all. Worse than Technical, who controlled their minds and their bodies. Worse than IntSec, who controlled their freedom.

Because unlike the other two sectors, Armed Forces might be-

Steve stops. He needs proof.

He’s going to find proof, and when he does, he’ll take down this entire sector if he has to.

[ 14:00, TrueAlpha, Closed to Lydia ]

Marina Sivaraja.

That was his shooter’s name. Once she came into their custody, she couldn’t hide her identity. But when Steve went to see her yesterday, he actually recognized her. It was the same woman that had kidnapped and beat Lydia three months ago. The same voice that Lydia had recognized when they were on their PDC training mission together, and Steve felt himself suddenly understanding what Buffy probably felt when she brought Sivaraja in.

Steve had planned on telling Lydia soon anyways, but now that she’s permanently dead, he feels like Lydia deserved to know. He doesn’t know if the attack still haunts her, but she deserves to have closure, if that’s even possible.

He doesn’t have a lot of time, but he has enough. Forty minutes before the tests he’d ordered would come back with results. So Steve calls for his shared autocar and has it take him to the Wagon Wheel. He works, constantly, until they arrive and he takes the elevator up to the Commissary and to TrueAlpha.

But first things first. The last they’d talked, he’d told her that he wanted to see commercials. Steve has every intention of doing that first. He tells himself that it’s for her, that it’ll make all of this feel easier to take, but in all honesty, Steve could use a reminder than not everything in this place is just a turn away from being terrible.

So by the time Steve actually steps into view of TrueAlpha, he takes care to not look overly stressed. There’s a manilla folder filled with papers in his right hand, but other than that, this should just feel like a normal visit.

[ 17:00, Avengers Secret HQ, Closed to Clint and Dick ]

After the text he got from Clint that morning, Steve had responded that yes, he was all right. When a second ping comes in asking to meet, Steve doesn’t even ask Clint what about before glancing at the clock. After 16:00 might be the perfect time. He wants to check on something in the Avengers Secret HQ around 17:00, so he tells Clint to meet him in the lobby of the Wagon Wheel around then.

If he gets there first, he keeps himself busy. Wherever Steve goes today, he has a file of papers with him, and whenever there’s down time, he’s reading and scribbling notes.

[ 21:00, Wagon Wheel, Closed to Tony ]

Around 20:50, an alarm on his PDC goes off. Steve had set it yesterday after leaving Tony’s room. It feels both just like yesterday and a long time ago, that he actually had allowed himself an hour of just happiness. But Alpha Complex being what it was, always knew how to make life more complicated.

When his alarm goes off, it’s so late and silent inside Armed Forces that Steve’s actually startled for a second before he realizes what’s happening and moves to turn it off. Nearly everyone else was probably back at the Wagon Wheel by now. His commanding officers probably back in their buildings the subsectors. There’s certainly no one else left on his floor.

He picks up the phone at his desk and rings his assigned driver for the day.

“Hey Jeff, I’m sorry to do this to you so late. One last round trip to the Wagon Wheel. I promise. After that I can get myself home.”

He takes the autocar because it’s faster, there’s a driver, and he needs to be able to work while in transport. But that doesn’t mean Steve doesn’t make a note to transfer some extra credits to his driver while they’re in transport. Just ‘cause he’s decided to work late doesn’t mean his staff needs to suffer with him.

“Hey, if you want an extra hour tonight, I can easily-“
“No it’s alright Lieutenant Rogers. I’m happy to do this.”
“Thank you, Jeff.”

They reach the Wagon Wheel at 21:00 right on the dot.

“I should be out in less than twenty minutes. Maybe fifteen.”
“I’ll be here Lieutenant.”

It’s around 21:05 by the time Steve gets off the elevator and walks down the hall to Tony’s door. Three knocks this time, and when Tony sees him, Steve has a folder full of papers tucked beneath one arm. But as focused as Steve has been all day, seeing Tony still manages to tug a smile onto his lips.

“Hey.”

Edited 2017-01-16 23:27 (UTC)

Of course, Buffy heard about what happened and as soon as she did, she goes up to AF to see Steve, to figure out what happened and to see how he's doing. The only time she'd ever been shot...well she knows how she'd felt when Willow had flayed Warren alive and she suspects that Steve's feelings like somewhere between that and...upset. She shows her ID at all the correct check points, barely bothering to flash it by the time she gets to the last one, but once she's through that, she stops short a few feet in front of Steve.

"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.

It’s rare to see Steve inside his office. He doesn’t spend a lot of time here because they’re usually out on missions, but today, there’s a somber sense of quiet and a simmering frustration the closer you get to him.

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?”

Edited 2017-01-17 04:30 (UTC)

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.

Her assumptions are right in that Steve’s office offers a little more privacy than normal. Internal Security doesn’t have cameras or audio receivers in here, but ultimately, Armed Forces does. Nothing is supposed to be secret from the Computer, after all. But it’s better than being outside, that’s for certain.

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.

She doesn't know if the lack of privacy is the worst thing in this place, but it's pretty high on the list.

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.

That look of concentration on his face turns just a shade of hopeful when he sees Buffy’s look of realization — but then she takes it back. Steve didn’t even know you could take expressions back, but he just watched it happen.

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.

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.

There’s a very specific moment in which Steve’s expression changes. He’s mostly nodding along when she mentions the cameras, he’s thought of that as well and put in the order, but when she mentions that if they find that the cameras were tampered with, and that that would tell us something, Steve looks up at her and nods very distinctly. He’s starting to hope again that maybe he can get this message across after all.

“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.

daycycle 122

[Jan 15 - Jan 21]

Steve Rogers, Closed and Open Sections

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