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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.
Dick Grayson | Throughout the day | OTA
Maybe it was time to stop feeling so sorry for himself. It was difficult to force himself to do, but he had to try. Baby steps, however, so he spent his day splitting his time between the secret HQ and the regular special HQ, hoping a friend would drop by.
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Pulling at the hair tie that is holding the messy bun on her head together, she lets her hair fall with a sigh. Her face hurts - half of it, to be exact, where a bruise is already starting to grow on the side of her face where she had been backhanded during the fight, but she hardly lets herself think much about it. She's used to being sore after fights, so tonight isn't exactly new at all.
With another glance around, she moves towards the couch and more or less plops down with another sigh. One that shows that she's tired after such a long day, but...she's pretty content with it nonetheless. Her thoughts begin to drift, but the sudden sound of movement makes her sit up at once.
"...hello?"
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With Steve not recognising him either, Dick is beginning to feel despondent. He at least suspected it was something to do with the computer, rather than anything about himself being so easy to forget, but he couldn't help the niggling doubt in the back of his mind. Did he really have any friends here, if none of his friends remembered who he was?
He headed back into the special HQ in the desperate hope of seeing a friendly face, maybe he'd find Zatanna - even if she didn't remember him here, she'd still remember him from before... right?
Instead, he ran into someone else, someone he wasn't sure if he'd actually had a chance to meet yet, and that was something of a relief - if she didn't remember him, he wouldn't feel as bad. Maybe he could make a new friend.
"Hi," he offered with a slight wave, before frowning "Hey are you okay? That looks like a pretty nasty bruise forming.."
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"Hey," she answered with a small wave of her own. "Yeah, I'm good. Just got caught in that mess in the Commissary."
She tried to remember if she had seen him in the Commissary earlier, because for all she knew he had been here the whole time and hadn't been aware of what happened, but that was when she realized that she couldn't remember seeing him before. Not just today, but in general.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was here." It was said almost as if to explain why she had sat up the way she had when she first heard him. "I'm Allison."
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"What happened in the commissary?" Dick did spend a fair amount of time hacking into assorted surveillance cameras these days, but he hadn't been watching the commissary at the time of the altercation, so this was the first he was hearing about it.
"It's no problem, nice to see someone else," he smiled, "I'm Dick. Do you have any other injuries? I've got some pretty good first aid skills if you'd like me to have a look..." sure he hadn't used them in a while, but Batman's training was so ingrained that it never really went away, there were a lot of his old skills that he'd still be able to do even without practice.
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That was an understatement. Allison had been able to hold up her own thanks to her training from back home, but things could have been really bad if they hadn't fought back. She was still wondering if they would get in trouble over everything that happened, but for now she was trying to leave that in the back of her mind.
"Nice to meet you, Dick." She smiled and, at his offer, she shook her head slightly. "Nah, thanks but I think I'm alright." A beat. "Unless you have access to some ice, or something cold down here? I can feel this," she motioned to the bruise on her cheek, "and I have a feeling it'll look worse before it gets better."
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"Was anyone hurt?" Dick asked worriedly, then realised how the question sounded considering she was obviously injured and winced, rephrasing it "I mean, badly, or did people just get away with bumps and bruises?" he hoped nobody had come away with anything life-threatening, maybe he'd hack back into the hospital cameras later to check for any friends who'd been injured.
"Not really, sorry," he admitted, there wasn't a whole lot available down here, and while he knew his way to sneak into a kitchen or two he wasn't sure how readily available ice would be "I mean, Lydia keeps some of her science stuff down here sometimes, she might have something possibly..."
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She could be wrong, of course, but that was her best guess based on what she saw after the fight.
"A lot of us fought back to give people a chance to escape before the protestors tried to hurt them."
When he explained that he didn't have any ice, she gave a small handwave, as if to assure him it was okay. "Don't worry about it, it's fine. I can tough it out, it's nothing major. So you know Lydia, too?"
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"That's good," Dick relaxed a little bit, hopefully it would turn out that she was right and there weren't any serious injuries that she had somehow missed. He isn't surprised to hear that several of the specials stood up to the attackers, defending those who could not, the majority of the specials he had met since coming here were good people, people who stood up for others and protected people both in their previous lives and here.
"Lydia?" he perked up "Yea, she's been a really good friend to me since I came here, she threw me a birthday party," he hadn't seen her in a while, but he assumed she was just busy, she was involved in a lot of things after all.
16:30
But it happens again. Another weird feeling as he scans himself in the front door. It’s like he expects to be carrying something, but instead, his arms just feel … empty.
Re: 16:30
He's got himself settled well enough in the secret HQ that he's hooked himself into the security system, so when his computer alerts him that Steve is about to enter, he can't help but perk up - after everything that's been going on he could do with seeing a friendly face, and he's starting to need another commissary raid soon, if Steve's finally back to bringing him food it'll be a lot easier to get by.
He hops eagerly to his feet, then realises it's really lame to be so excited, and drops back into his chair, trying to look casual.
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me," he called, voice teasing, as he heard Steve enter.
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There’s a flash of danger in his eyes as he turns to face Dick. Even now, when doesn’t remember him, he can still see that he’s a kid, and he was relaxed in that chair a moment ago.
“Who are you.” A demand more than a question, as Steve slowly starts to walk his way, on the lookout for anything he could grab as a weapon on his way there. There’s a few possible candidates.
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Dick glances over as soon as the words are out of his mouth and his cheerful smile immediately drops when he sees the expression on Steve's face, it is not what he's used to seeing, and his first thought is panic, wondering if he's somehow done something wrong, maybe Steve found out about Dick spying on him while he was in the hospital and was angry about it, or maybe he'd... wait.
Who are you
The question is like a slap to the face and for a long moment Dick just stares at him.
"Ha ha, funny joke Steve," he tries, hoping that he's right, he made a joke about forgetting, Steve is pretending to forget, that's all right? That's... that's it? His voice is weak though, a waver of uncertainty in it.
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“Son, I’m gonna ask you one more time. Who are you. How did you get in here.”
A long time ago, Tony used this as his lab, but Steve’s memory of even that are faulty. But it does mean that there’s still a lot of scrap metal nearby, and he doesn’t pick anything up, but Steve commits everything he sees to memory.
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The certainty that it is not a joke drops onto him like a block of ice, because there's no way that Steve would hear that waver in his voice and keep up with the joke, especially not with that serious an expression, not with the way he was cataloguing everything around him - Dick recognised that look, he was watching out for a weapon if necessary.
"Steve... I don't..." he was lost for a moment, uncertain, but he found his feet again and tried to explain "My name is Dick Grayson, I'm your friend, you let me stay here... you really don't remember me at all?"
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But what really works in Dick’s favor, is that Steve doesn’t see any aggression. In fact, he sees a glimmer of sudden loneliness — it’s a look he’s all too familiar with. Steve’s never been one to attack someone who doesn’t mean others harm, so while he stays careful, very careful, his voice isn’t as forceful as it was a moment ago.
“Dick Grayson.”
He says it, like maybe that would trigger another memory, but nothing happens. “I let you stay here?”
It’s hard to process whether this was some kind of trick, or if he’d really lost some part of his memory. If Steve was back home, he’d be heavily learning towards the former, but in Alpha … he remembers getting new memories so clearly that Steve … well, he never thought he’d be thinking this, but maybe it’s possible.
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Dick watched him carefully, desperately searching for some glimmer of recognition, for a moment he thought he saw something but it was gone just as quickly. Still, he didn't appear quite as hostile as he did before, perhaps he'd just gotten used to Alpha - it wouldn't be the first time their memories had messed up after all, perhaps it was just another glitch or... he didn't like to think of the alternative. It did at least sort of explain why Steve hadn't brought him any food, he'd forgotten about him because of Alpha meddling (or something similar at least), not because he didn't care.
"You did," he nodded, wondering if it was safe to explain why, after all if they'd taken his memories what else had they taken? It didn't take him long to decide, however, if anything bad had happened to Steve he was already in trouble, this was the safest place in the complex right now and only Steve knew about it, he'd have to go on the run anyway, no matter how much he told Steve now.
"I went off-grid... I needed somewhere to stay the computer couldn't find me, you said I could stay here..."
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“Why are you off-grid, and-“ Steve considers for a moment what to ask. “How do we know each other?”
Maybe something at the beginning will help him remember — but in the meantime, he backs up a little, to go check the security settings at the door. Just like how the normal Specials HQ has a lock that can identify authorized individuals, Tony had built something like that for this facility as well. Only Steve himself has the ability to add people (or so he believes, since he doesn’t remember Dick, or his hacking skills), so if he’s in there …
He’s still careful though, and Steve never has his back to the kid, even if sometimes it made for awkward angles.
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It's a little off-putting to see Steve back up to check the security without turning away from him, and even though part of him understands it, he's still hurt that his friend trusts him so little. Still, he knows that Steve will find the settings are changed to let him enter, so he doesn't make any move to stop him.
"It just seemed easier, I wanted to try and find out what I could about this place, the more information we have the more we can figure out what to do, or if we need to do anything. There's already plenty of people checking up from the inside, so I figured I could be the... I don't know, ghost in the machine I guess," he laughed a little. "I mean I was already pretty good at stealth and I fought crime without any super powers before, so I don't have anything less here." Sure he was without Batman's resources, but he had plenty of ingenuity to make up for it.
"We've both been here a while, we met probably when there was a memory glitch a while back and we swapped memories. You're sort of... you've been one of my closest friends..." he tried not to let the sadness creep into his voice but he knew it was there anyway. He at least managed to stop himself explaining that Steve was an almost paternal figure, not when he hadn't mentioned anything like that even before this little incident.
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And yet.
When Dick brings up the fact that he’s been a friend, that they’d met during a memory glitch awhile back, well, that’s something Steve does remember. Even if his memory of it has been adjusted to take Dick out. So he remembers the idea of seeing someone else’s memory, but he doesn’t remember whose, or what they were. That’s at least something for them to go off of.
And then there’s that very real sounding sadness he hears in Dick’s voice.
“I remember the memory swaps. Someone in the MemoMax facilities had messed up, they’d told us. So somehow, we had other people’s memories put in our heads.”
But Steve doesn’t go past that. He doesn’t say, and I remember getting yours.
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"Yea," Dick nodded, encouraging, hoping that whatever had been done to Steve had been done poorly enough that he could get through it somehow. There had to be an answer to this, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hack into the computer systems with Steve standing right there, there were clues to be found but he couldn't go looking for them until he'd convinced Steve that he was who he said he was.
"I think something like that's happened again," was what he did say "Something that's taken away your memories of me maybe... it wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's happened since we got here, I mean, that memory I got of you in the plane was so vivid... and you... you remembered my days at the circus, right? And me with my dad I think?" he was pretty sure that was roughly what Steve had told him he'd remembered from Dick's past, he hoped the details were still similar enough that it would add weight to his argument, if he was describing things that Steve did remember, maybe it would help convince him.
"Do you remember the party? My birthday? Lydia threw a party...?"
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How could he remember the things he's forgotten?
"No." It's instinctual, the way Steve responds because he really doesn't remember any kind of party. Or birthday. No one celebrated birthdays here because they didn't know what day or year it really was. But something Dick had said other still stuck with him.
"Tell me about the plane."
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His shoulders slumped when Steve immediately responds negatively, although he didn't know what he was expecting, why would Steve remember a party if he couldn't remember the person the party was for? He wondered if anybody else remembered, if everybody would forget him by the time his next birthday came around.
"The plane?" he repeated, a little bit of hope creeping back into his expression. Maybe he could convince Steve of something, at least, if he could tell him everything he remembered "It was too dangerous to land, you had to crash it somewhere safe, you were speaking to a woman over the comms, Peggy I think you called her... it was so... it was sad, I remember feeling that. You had her picture in a compass... and... and you told her you'd need a raincheque on the dance." it was difficult, even now, to talk about it, the emotions connected to the memory had felt so real.
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He looks like a statue, standing there, tense, just listening. Until Dick mentions the compass. No one else was there to know that he'd opened up that compass. But Steve remembers the footage they played in the Smithsonian. He'd been studying a map over the hood of a jeep. The whole world saw his compass with Peggy's photo inside.
But the wording. A raincheck. No one except him and Peg were part of that conversation.
Steve remembers every single word he said during those last few minutes of his life. Every one seemed to matter because they'd be the last words that Peggy should have ever heard from him, and Dick had gotten that part right.
He takes a breath.
Then he grabs ahold of the back of a nearby chair, pivots it around, and takes a seat.
"Dick Grayson," he says again, his mind finally willing to accept that he knows this kid, and just like that, the original memories he got from Dick that day during the MemoMax mess-up come back. Not just as a flash, but as a real memory.
"You ..." He blinks as his hand comes up over his forehead for a moment. "... grew up, doing trapeze ... ?"
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Dick almost held his breath after he'd finished speaking, watching Steve sit down and waiting for his verdict... and just like that, he almost sees the recognition dawn. He isn't sure what, exactly, Steve has remembered or how clear that memory is, but there's a spark of something and that's all he needs to bring his hope crashing back.
"Yes!" he nodded excitedly, catching himself with a sheepish smile and trying to tone it down and contain it a little more, not wanting to startle or scare off Steve when they were finally making progress "I mean, yes, I grew up in a circus with my parents."
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