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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh man," Cisco breathes as the other man puts a hand on his shoulder to lead him through the crowd. It's like it occurs to him belatedly what he's actually done and he's starting to feel sick to his stomach. That's some Reverb style action, right there, and that's not Cisco. This place is ruining him. This place is going to turn him into goddamn Reverb if he's not careful.

It does occur to him that this guy is trying to save his ass because he's made a cool gun, or because of Gracie, because he's too caught in his own head. He's no better than these guys, now. He just isn't. And now...he's going to have to hope to God his face isn't on camera or figure out a way to hack into the system — God, where is Felicity Smoak when you need her? — to erase the footage because if making the gun is treason, which it probably is, using it on a regular Alpha is almost definitely even worse.

Cisco navigates through in a haze, firing little shots of flame from the gun to ward people off, but he's careful not to repeat his previous action by actually hitting anyone. Between that and the way this huge dude is throwing punches, it's more than a little bit of a relief that they manage to get back out of the Commissary and Cisco wants nothing more than to collapse against the nearest wall and lose his shit officially, but even right here, it's not safe.

"Where do we go now? Where the hell do we go now?" he asks. He'd worry about Gracie — he does, but at the same time, he isn't — if he didn't think she's probably somewhere a little more safe doing a news report right now. If he had any idea that he was wrong about that, he'd be right back in there looking for her. Then again, she does have the cold gun, so maybe she'd be okay anyway.

Alcide is helping Cisco out for a lot of reasons, truthfully. Yes, there's the gun and the fact that he knows this guy is tied to Gracie. There's also the fact that he basically just saved Alcide's life and Alcide wants to return the favor. It's clear that Cisco is a little bit lost in his own mind, which, gun or not, would make him a sitting duck in the chaos of the commissary. No way would Alcide leave someone so clearly in that state of mind in the fray. He's just not that kind of guy.

Gracie's boyfriend saved him. Now Alcide is saving Gracie's boyfriend. It's as simple as that, really.

Out in the hallway, Alcide looks around the immediate area. One of the masked men flees out into the hallway and Alcide is quick to grab him by his shirt and shove him up against the opposite wall. He pulls his mask off so he can see his face, a frightened face now that he sees the Specials are fighting back, and Alcide hisses at him. "Masks are for scared little boys. You gonna do somethin', own it. We're not your enemies, you fuckin' stupid ass piece of shit."

Alcide rips the crowbar from the man's hand and then lets him go. The guy flees down the hallway and Alcide drops the crowbar to the ground with a clang. He looks back to Cisco. "We need to get you somewhere you can think clearly. You're a little... off. You did what you had to do, that's it. You saved me. Plain and simple. For that, yeah, thanks don't seem like enough to repay you with. Where's your room? Where do you feel the safest?"

Cisco makes a mental note never to get on this guy's bad side; even without a weapon, he's practically a weapon in and of himself. He's huge and he's unafraid. That makes him a pretty good guy to have on one's side and an especially bad one to piss off.

The smaller Special is watching the now unmasked flee after being exposed and bullied (and rightfully so), so it takes him a second to look back over at Alcide when the other man speaks to him again.

"I'm usually the sidekick in the lab buzzing in the hero's ear," he admits, but that probably only really makes sense to Cisco. He's going to turn into Reverb at this rate and that terrifying to him; it's all he can think about right now.

Where is his room? Well, not the place he feels safest right now, that's for sure, but trying to get to the Specials Headquarters is too dangerous. "Down on twelve," he says numbly, "1204. Shit, my roommate will still be up here; she's VSF. I should be going back to help her out, I know my gun is a million times better than anything they'll arm her with…"

And yet...he's so ready to get the hell out of here.

Alcide doesn't suffer fools lightly, he never has. And these people, the ASS members, attacking innocent people with little to no provocation when there's a bigger enemy here, are fools. So while he had no intention of bullying the guy, more knocking some common sense into him, maybe it does come across as bullying and for that, he's sorry. Alcide isn't someone to really bully anyone.

What Cisco says really doesn't make sense to him except for the sidekick part. He thinks he gets the gist that Cisco isn't usually in the middle of the fray like he was just now, and Alcide goes with that. "Yeah, well today you were the hero... at least as far as I'm concerned." Which probably doesn't mean a whole lot since he doesn't know Alcide and just saw him get in another guy's face. But, whatever.

He gives Cisco a few moments to think through his answer and then shakes his head, placing a large hand on his arm. "Hey. You sure that's the best idea given where your head's at right now?" If Cisco says yes, then Alcide will go back into the fray with him, keep people off of him while Cisco uses the gun. He still isn't sure Cisco isn't a little off from what he'd had to do in there to save Alcide.

Was he, though? Was he the hero? Because, in Cisco's experience, Barry is the hero: he saves the innocent people and he locks up the bad guys. He doesn't set them on fire. Cisco runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head a little, more to himself than in direct contradiction to Alcide.

The large man places a hand on his arm and Cisco looks up at the question, huffing out a humorless laugh. "No," he admits. "But I can't just bail out. I've got this weapon and it can do a lot more than most of the weapons even VSF has. Buffy's in there. Gracie might be in there. I can't just...chicken out and run away with my tail between my legs. I have to go back."

He looks back up at Alcide and the other man can probably see in his eyes that, while the decision is made, Cisco knows he doesn't like the decision. He doesn't want to go back in there. But that's the thing about doing the right thing: you don't always like it, but it's still the right thing. Cisco takes a deep breath. "No, I gotta go back in. I gotta go back in there."

Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]

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