Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Comments

[whattingawhat]

It really is just sort of a Tuesday for Buffy. She's never going to stop wishing she had her powers here. It would be so easy to take down this crowd with her power. It would be easy to clear this place out and secure the area with just a few people like Allison and Steve.

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."

[fateless]

"Ooh key lime," Allison echoes, almost longingly as she knocks back down the person she had struck to the ground just moments ago, and had been ready to get back up again. It's almost too casual, how she just kicks him so she can knock him out by bouncing his head off the floor, but she really doesn't give it a second thought. "I've been craving ice cream lately, but yogurt sounds pretty damn good, too."

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."

[whattingawhat]

"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."

[fateless]

"I'd join you. Rocky road sounds perfect right now." It's probably a little weird that they're talking about ice cream while they're beating the shit out of people, but Allison doesn't think it's too bad. It just shows how 'used to it' they are to be involved in chaos like this.

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."