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

[rouxgaroux]

Her mood is a palpable thing. Alcide would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to notice it, not to feel it, and he is none of those things. It's been a whirlwind of a day and he knows that that whirlwind hasn't been a good one. Yes, feeling his wolf had been a good thing for him. If that blip of power had lasted any longer than it had, he could have easily caused some serious damage too. But he'd only felt it for a handful of seconds. He'd only barely started to shift when it was gone again and he was back in this form.

Good, yes. But also so damn frustrating. Having dealt with the aftermath of Cisco's having killed someone earlier, Alcide knows it could have been worse. Alcide has never seen a problem with killing in self defense. He won't if he doesn't have to, but sometimes it happens. Maybe that's the animal bits of him that makes him see it that way. Maybe it's how he rationalizes killing when in wolf form when he's being attacked or hunted or challenged. Self defense is self defense. There's always casualties in battle. And death is just as much a part of living as life is.

She steps further inside and asks too sit and Alcide is quick to nod and gesture to the space at the side of the bed beside him. She's here to see him, not Derek. That much is clear. And something isn't right with her. Again, he's reminded of Cisco from earlier in the day. Once she's seated, he asks. "What's goin' on, Sweetheart? Talk to me."

[whattingawhat]

Had Buffy been in control of her power, it would have been a wonderful thing, but it had been a badly timed blip that hadn't given her a chance to use it for anything other than uncontrolled destruction and if Buffy is going to destruct anything, she wants to be in control of it.

She doesn't mean to pile more on Alcide. She doesn't want to be a burden to him. Right now, she just needs to be around someone she knows cares. Killing is a very gray line for Buffy; she doesn't have a problem killing vampires or demons that endanger people, but she's always drawn a line at killing humans. With her power, humans don't have a chance, even with a gun they haven't historically fared well with her. She thinks a line has to be drawn somewhere and there's a system for dealing with humans, regardless of how flawed it is. She knows that there are casualties in war; she's accepted that a long time ago, but she killed someone because of her power, with her power and it's her first human. She's going to take it hard.

As soon as Alcide gestures for her to sit down, Buffy folds one leg under her, her other foot still on the floor. She look up at Alcide when he speaks and presses her lips together tightly. "Can you just--can you just hold me right now?" she asks, moving toward him even before he says anything.

[rouxgaroux]

The truth is that Alcide really doesn't mind having things piled on him. In fact, he wants to be that guy that his friends come to when they need something, tangible or not. He especially likes being needed - maybe because for so long the only way he could actually get Debbie or Sookie to see him was when they needed something from him. He has broad shoulders and can take a lot of weight on them, if that helps. And he would hope that Buffy would come to him if she needed something.

Right now, if someone or something upset her, Alcide wants to know. He know Buffy can fight her own battles. But she's also someone just like the rest of them, with emotions and highs and lows and real problems. No one can take on everything by themselves. Trust him, Alcide has tried.

She asks him to hold her and Alcide sits back up and does so, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He just holds on in silence for a long time before he pulls back only to shift enough to lay down and pull her with him. Yes, he'll hold her. Always. As much as she needs for as long as she needs. And small as she is, he almost engulfs her without even meaning to. "You don't have to talk, Buffy. Just stay here for as long as you need."