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

[fateless]

Realizing that she really wasn't alone, Allison stood. Although her pose didn't reflect anything but casualness, she was cautious nonetheless in case this guy wasn't a friendly. Call her paranoid, but considering everything that had been happening lately, she wasn't really going to leave things up to chance.

"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."

[utilitybelted]

"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.

[fateless]

"There was a fight, some masked people tried to protest against the Specials, and it... Well. It got violent."

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."

[utilitybelted]

"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..."

[fateless]

"Nothing major, I don't think. At least from what I saw."

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?"

[utilitybelted]

"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.