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alphalogs2017-01-29 11:17 am
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- alcide herveaux [true blood],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- clint barton [mcu],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- emma swan [once upon a time],
- gracie cannell [original],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- primrose everdeen [the hunger games],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- tony stark [mcu],
- zatanna zatara [young justice]
Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]
daycycle 124
[Jan 29 - Feb 4]
[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]
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, Allison Argent will be reassigned to Armed Forces' Very Special Forces firm under Steve Rogers.
At 1300, VIOLET judge Bethany Abbott will be discovered dead in her chambers. Her death will ultimately be ruled murder by poisonous gas. Mind Control will immediately begin running coverage on her accomplishments, including the controversial decision less than a week ago to drop the treason charges against Oliver Queen and Parker and return them to Alpha. Once again, the letters "MOD" will be found at the crime scene. This time carved across Abbott's desk underneath her slumped body.
Gracie Cannell will be pulled from her blog to cover the breaking news due to her Special status.
News of the murder will spread like wildfire across Alpha, inciting fear in higher clearance citizens because VIOLET citizens were believed to be untouchable. In lower clearance citizens, the event will be enough to get ASS vocal again. Within hours there will be anti-special messages spray painted across Alpha.
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 1800 in the Wagon Wheel, floor 25, Room H and will be held by the Extreme Ironing Club. This group is for those Alpha citizens who can't get their uniforms wrinkle-free enough. (Though anyone who may attend this incredibly boring sounding meeting, will actually find an established Free Enterprise dice game in progress instead.)
During the dinner rush, at 1900 a group of twenty ASS members in masks and armed with steel bars will form a brief demonstration in the Commissary in which they chant "Down with Specials." If there happens to be any Specials present in the Commissary at that time, they will attack them with malice.
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.
Allison Argent
The morning is like any other. She goes for a run before breakfast, and then walks to the morning briefing. Although Allison is good at keeping up a poker face as she goes over to her new job, internally she's actually very excited to be here. While she had liked her previous position, she wants to be able to do more, and she's hoping to do that here. She wants to help people - she wants to protect people - and she firmly believes that in VSF she will get the chance to do so.
That is why, when she's told she needs to work on speed and endurance drills, there's a moment where she almost points out that she could do more than just drills - especially when the news break out about the judge's death - but ultimately she just does it without question. It's technically her first day, and she knows had failed the speed test - as much as she would have loved to jump right into the deep end, it doesn't work that way. She can be logical about it, so she does as she's told as she reminds herself that this is temporary. Just training for what's coming up next.
After she goes to the Commissary to talk to Lydia, she grabs something to eat on her way back to Armed Forces, and then continues the rest of her training. By the end of her shift she can feel how sore her muscles are as she walks to the showers, but overall she doesn't mind it. This is what she wanted, after all.
EVENING; LOCKED TO MATT
Once dinner time rolls around, Allison makes her way to the Commissary as she reads all the anti-special messages that have been spray painted along the way. Her hair is up in a loose ponytail, and to anyone that doesn't know her she looks relatively relaxed after the shower she just took. Her eyes show a completely different story, though, because she's on very high alert right now. There's tension everywhere in the complex right now, and when the masked group makes their presence known, Allison isn't even surprised anymore. If anything, her eyes dart towards True Alpha and, as she sees people go in that direction, she's quick to rush in to try and stop them. Or to at least help Lydia.
A rough shove pushes her against one of the tables, though, and Allison can feel it as it jams against her, but she doesn't stay down. She turns quickly, using her pistol to fight defend herself against the pipe that the man that had shoved her was about to be used to hit her. He's fast, but she manages to stop him, even if he almost manages the knock the pistol off her hands.
She's not fast enough to avoid the way that a heavy backhand sends her to the ground, though, leaving her in a momentary haze. Another woman tries to attack her when she's down, but Allison reacts quickly enough to kick her off balance and sending the pipe rolling away from her.
"Get up, Allison," someone sneers, and Allison almost jumps out of her skin at the sound. "What are you going to do, let them win? You know what to do." She knows that voice. She knows that voice all too well, because it's Kate, loud and clear enough that she actually looks around as if to check if she's actually here, but...she isn't. There's no sign of her, just the chaos of the fights going on around her, and--
The sound of footsteps coming in her direction makes her scramble up quickly, reaching for the pipe the woman had dropped, and she uses it to block hits that come her way. She's trying hard not to hurt someone--
You know what to do
--but ultimately she's just trying to stop the fight before all this can get even more out of control.
Lunch time
The thought that they weren't, sort of frightened her, and made her reevaluate what she had learned. She grabbed her lunch tray noticing the woman in front of her.
"You don't get a break for lunch?"
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As she grabbed her 'coffee' and some soylent she could eat as quickly as possible, she noticed the other woman next to her and smiled faintly at her question. She didn't mind it; if anything, she was just a little surprised that she had noticed she wasn't grabbing much to eat.
"I do, I just used most of it to catch up with a friend." Which she didn't regret at all; she was glad to have stopped by to see Lydia. "It's my first day at my new assignment, so I figured I'd just grab something quick. I'd hate to be late, you know?"
Allison's jumpsuit was orange, so she wasn't a brand new arrival, but it was definitely her first day at VSF. She really didn't want to be late and already look like a slacker. Or, worse, as if the drills had scared her away.
"I'm Allison," she added with another smile as she introduced herself.
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"Hey, Co-worker," she quips as if this is just another day at the office, pausing to dip low and kick someone's feet out from underneath them then using her baton to tap them in the temple hard enough to knock them out. "You holding up okay?"
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That's the thing, though, for girls like Buffy and Allison, this is actually normal. Fighting like this, essentially back to back, feels almost natural, and Allison would be lying if she were to say she wasn't enjoying it as she uses the pipe she's holding to block another attack before she kicks the masked woman away.
"Yeah, I'm good. How about you?" Someone else tries to rush towards them, and Allison doesn't even hesitate to swing the pipe like a baton as well in order to stop them. If she had her bow and arrows this would be a whole other ballgame, but there's no point in lamenting that now, so she's making due with what she has. Besides, the pipe is pretty handy as she whacks someone across the face with it during the fight, and they go stumbling down.
Looking over her shoulder towards Buffy, "I've been trying to distract them so they won't target people as they try to leave. They're helping me build my sparring skills," she adds with a hint of a smirk on her lips.
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Buffy used to argue that she didn't get a rush from the adrenaline a fight gives her. Of course, she used to be incredibly uncomfortable with her power. That's a thing of the past. She likes a fight; she's always liked a good fight.
"Kind of craving a non-fat yogurt. Key lime pie flavored, but good," Buffy quips back. Another attacker rushes from the other side and Buffy turns to the side, swinging her leg up to nail the guy in the abdomen, knocking him back and knocking the wind out of him.
"It's a good strategy and hey, you get some practice time in too. Yay for multitasking."
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Another woman, who had apparently been watching the fight, begins stalking over but Allison just lifts her chin up, defiantly. Nope, her eyes say loud and clear, she's not moving and she's ready to make a point.
They're not an easy target, if that's what they want to make of them. They won't go down without a fight.
"Right? Guess I transferred on the right day." When the woman is close enough, she blocks a swing of her pipe before mirroring Buffy's move and kicking the attacker's abdomen. "Although I would have probably joined in even if I hadn't transferred, actually."
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"I would probably kill someone for a pint of rocky road," Buffy admits wistfully as she swings her baton at just the right angle to catch an oncoming attacker in the jaw. She's reasonably sure that she and Allison can hold this spot for a good long while, hopefully long enough to give people some time to get out of here and to their rooms.
Not an easy target at all and Buffy is glad that Allison is in the VSF department now. They need more people, but they particularly need more people as well trained as Allison is.
"I think that's sort of an unspoken requirement of VSF anyway. We want the people that'll join in the fight even if they don't have to. In any case, we're glad to have you."
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Besides, it's not like they're letting their side conversation distract them. They're doing a good job at keeping the protestors busy while people ran off to safety, and even if she doesn't take her eyes off of the people she's fighting, every now and then she glances off to the side to make sure there's no one getting attacked without being able to defend themselves.
It's while she does that, though, that she thinks she catches sight of Kate again. She's standing there, with her throat ripped open, and staring straight at her. Allison tries to convince she's not really here - she doesn't have a jumpsuit, she looks how she did the night Peter killed her, she can't be here - but it still manages to distract her long enough for the woman she had been fighting to hit her forearm with the pipe. The pain brings her attention back into the fight, and by reflex she swings her own pipe against the woman's side with enough force to hear a rib crack.
Buffy's words makes her lips quirk slightly into a smile, trying not to let the image of Kate shake her too much even if the temptation to check and see if she's truly there wants to take over. "Thanks, Buffy. I'm really glad to be part of the team and that I get to work with you."