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

Initially, Lydia doesn't really intend to share anything with Allison right now. It's too soon and she's still processing everything. Maybe it's the way Allison is dancing around asking her and Lydia's dancing around telling Allison that she hates the idea of her joining VSF, even if it does mean working directly with Steve. Maybe it's just that Lydia feels like a dam about to burst. Whatever it is, when Allison asks how "everything" is here, Lydia takes a deep, shaky breath and lets it out just as unsteadily as she shakes her head. She gives Allison's hand a squeeze and her eyes are a little glazed over, not really focused on anything, but in that moment they shift up to Allison's face and they're in focus.

"I remember things from home," she blurts out. "New things. Things that didn't happen before, I know they didn't."

Abruptly, Lydia gets up and pulls Allison to the back room. It isn't the sort of conversation she wants to have out in the open. "I can fight, now. My scream is a weapon. I've been locked up in Eichen House and they were trepanning me," she goes on, fingers moving to the spot on her head where her memories say there should still be a scab and a hole, but there's nothing. Her face pales a little more as her fingers fall away again. " ...I think I'm in love with Stiles..."

She whispers the last part and looks stricken, not because it's Stiles — she does love Stiles and always has, just...not the way she thinks she might right now — but because she hasn't experienced any of the things that make her feel the way she feels. ...and there's Matt.

Allison had been ready for Lydia to skirt her question and give a generic answer, but she's thankful that she doesn't take that route because, when she hears that shaky breath that Lydia takes, Allison is ready to push and ask how she's really doing. It concerns her, how distraught Lydia looks, and... And then she says something that she truly hadn't expected.

I remember things from home.

Things from home. New things. Without even knowing what it is, Allison's head is already full of questions as Lydia pulls her towards the back room, and she's glad for the privacy that the room gives them because she wouldn't feel comfortable talking about this in front of everyone. Especially as Lydia elaborates, and tells her about her scream. Eichen House? She had been locked up? Her brow furrows deeper as she continues speaking, but it's overtaken by surprise when she mentions Stiles.

"You're... Oh." There's some part of her that isn't all that surprised about that part, mainly because she used to think that she and Stiles would end up together at one point or another, but...that had been back home. Coming here had changed so many things, and it's really no wonder that Lydia doesn't seem okay.

Allison reaches again for her best friend's hand, giving it a squeeze as if to give her something to focus on. Something to tether her to this, so that her thoughts won't take her too far away. "You mean the Lydia back home is in love with Stiles," she corrects gently. "Maybe you would have, too, if you wouldn't have been brought here. But you've been here too long, Lydia. Just how that version of Lydia has lived through things that you haven't, you have lived other things that...the you from home hasn't."

Frowning slightly, Lydia shakes her head. There's more to it than that and she doesn't really know how to wrap her head around it, so she's got no idea how to explain it to someone else. There's a reason she hasn't been completely open about it with Matt, yet, after all.

"No, Allison," she says quietly. "No. I am. I feel it. I don't...understand it, so I can't expect you to either, but just because I didn't actually live any of that stuff yet doesn't mean I don't feel like I did. I still feel it."

And that's the problem, isn't it? She hasn't lived through the things she remembers now, but it feels like she has and that makes things incredibly confusing. Stiles is home and safe. Well. Relatively safe. It's Beacon Hills, so no one is ever really safe there. But the point is that he isn't here and she isn't there. He hasn't actually saved her life. They haven't grown as close as she feels like they have. It's confusing and it's frustrating and she hates not understanding things; it's one of her least favorite things in the world, but there's no amount of research she can do in a library or online that will help her understand better and that's, perhaps, the most frustrating part of all of this.

If Allison can't seem to wrap her head around this, she can't even imagine how difficult it must be for Lydia. And it's not even like Allison will ever understand it, considering her life literally ended back home the moment that she was brought here. There wouldn't be any new 'uploads,' or memories. Which is something she has already made peace with without even knowing, she just finds herself wishing she knew what to do only so she could help her friend.

"I'm sorry, Lydia," she says with another small squeeze. "Is there anything I can do?"

She almost contemplates asking her if she's sure that the memories are real, if she really believes they happened and it's not just an elaborate scheme from the Computer to throw her off just how the memory switch happened, but she doesn't quite know how to explain that. Especially when Lydia is already trying to deal with all this, she doesn't need her own conspiracy theories on top of it.

"You're right, I don't really understand it," she says instead, "but I'm here for you for whatever you need."

The way things are going, Lydia has been making herself sick to her stomach with worrying over whether she might actually be a clone, just like they say she is. How can she have memories of things that haven't happened to her yet if they haven't happened to her yet? If she's a person, that's not possible. If she's a clone, though, maybe this whole bullcrap story about them being clones from DNA of people who lived a long time ago makes sense. Then there would be her whole life's worth of memories for them to pick and choose to update her with or take away from her to make her work the way they want her to.

It's the most confusing when she thinks about the fact that they've just given her a bunch of memories of an ability that she can't even use, now. What's the point of updating her memories with a learned skill she can't even take advantage of having, in this place? That's stupid. It's so stupid. And worse, to throw her feelings for Stiles at her when he's never even been here; when she has and loves Matt so much... If this place wants them to be happy so badly that they feed them HappiTime pills and force them to get their eight hours of sleep every night, then why the hell would it fill her head with so many things that, in the reality of this place, would upset her?

So Lydia shakes her head. "No, I don't think there's anything even I can do except...process it. ...I'm going to have to tell Matt eventually. It's not...I can't not tell him that. I just...don't know how I'm going to do that."

Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]

daycycle 124

[Jan 29 - Feb 4]

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