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

[fixedpointintime]

"This is no place for you to be right now." Yes, he is hardly in any position that would allow him to tell Prim what to do. Doesn't stop him from going for it. He has a deeply ingrained need to protect, and Prim is in desperate need of someone to look over her. "You need to get out of here."

When Prim doesn't move, when it becomes very clear that she's still going to try and help the innocent bystanders, Jack is a little taken aback. Brave girl. He was not expecting that. Very brave girl.

Of course, brave does not mean resilient, and when another pipe wielding crazy recognizes that Prim is both a special and a sitting duck, Jack has about half a second to react. No way to get her out of the way without putting her into the path of some other dangerous maniac. Shit. There's a grimace on his face as he pulls her in close to his chest and then crouches down over her, grunting through clenched teeth as the pipe comes down on his shoulder.

[littleducktails]

It isn't often that Prim feels...rebellious urges, but being told that she doesn't belong somewhere ,apparently, brings it out in the teenager. And that's only because she has a need to help that she can't quite shake. She was so young when her sister took her place in the Hunger Games, she needed the help then, but since she's done what she could to stand on her own, to be better, and to help others rather than being the damsel. She doesn't dig her heels in, though, instead speaking honestly. "This isn't a place for anybody, especially Specials, right now!" She doesn't want anybody to get hurt, especially those that are the target of all of this.

And it's Prim's sense of right and wrong, plus the knowledge that she can help someone who is hurt, that makes her not run and cower. She easily could run and hide in her room, or somewhere else, but it'd make her completely unworthy of this second chance that she's gotten, and everything else.

She means well...she really does, but as Jack pulls her in and uses his body to protect her's she lets out a gasp. "No, you'll get hurt....!" She doesn't want to see him hurt either! He might be clenching his teeth, but Prim lets out a cry on his behalf, feeling guilty for needing protection like she does. Maybe she should have run. Part of her wants to clamp her eyes shut and to hide from the violence, but she doesn't. Instead she looks from the look on Jack's face, that has to be only a portion of the pain that he feels, to down around them. "Jack! The pipe!" The steel cylinder is bobbling back and forth, and Prim isn't sure if it's from the man that Jack felled or from someone else, but she reaches for it anyway, stretching her long, thin fingers until she manages to get the slightest hold on it, reaching for his hand with her other one and then guiding the pipe into his hand--not feeling helpful, or like she deserves the protection he just gave her, but doing what she can either way. "Here!"

She doesn't want him to get hit again.....not because of her.

[fixedpointintime]

Bless her little golden blonde head. Jack grips the pipe firmly, takes stock of the situation, and pops up for only a moment to bring it down hard on someone's shoulder before crouching down over Prim again. "I'm going to get hurt if I'm focused on you." He doesn't say it to be mean, but it's true. She can't defend herself, and he can't just leave her to be squashed.

He's thinking on his feet, and he's pretty sure he's got a way for her to feel useful that doesn't involve him getting the shit kicked out of him. "You want to help people? We can do that." He doesn't bother explaining, just wraps an arm around her waist and hauls her up, making a break for the door and swinging his new pipe with lethal accuracy at anyone who tries to get in his way.

The hallway. He just has to get her to the hallway. He can defend one doorway.