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

[a_man_out_of_time]

Yes, the plane. It's clear that Steve's ready to hear about it in a way that hasn't been the case since the moment he stepped through the door.

He looks like a statue, standing there, tense, just listening. Until Dick mentions the compass. No one else was there to know that he'd opened up that compass. But Steve remembers the footage they played in the Smithsonian. He'd been studying a map over the hood of a jeep. The whole world saw his compass with Peggy's photo inside.

But the wording. A raincheck. No one except him and Peg were part of that conversation.

Steve remembers every single word he said during those last few minutes of his life. Every one seemed to matter because they'd be the last words that Peggy should have ever heard from him, and Dick had gotten that part right.

He takes a breath.

Then he grabs ahold of the back of a nearby chair, pivots it around, and takes a seat.

"Dick Grayson," he says again, his mind finally willing to accept that he knows this kid, and just like that, the original memories he got from Dick that day during the MemoMax mess-up come back. Not just as a flash, but as a real memory.

"You ..." He blinks as his hand comes up over his forehead for a moment. "... grew up, doing trapeze ... ?"

[utilitybelted]

Dick almost held his breath after he'd finished speaking, watching Steve sit down and waiting for his verdict... and just like that, he almost sees the recognition dawn. He isn't sure what, exactly, Steve has remembered or how clear that memory is, but there's a spark of something and that's all he needs to bring his hope crashing back.

"Yes!" he nodded excitedly, catching himself with a sheepish smile and trying to tone it down and contain it a little more, not wanting to startle or scare off Steve when they were finally making progress "I mean, yes, I grew up in a circus with my parents."

[a_man_out_of_time]

"Why do I remember that?" he asks, more to himself than to Dick, because the more he thinks about it, the clearer the memory becomes. And yet ... there's no flood of memories to fill in the gaps or to explain why he's here, sitting in the Avengers HQ with a kid who grew up in the circus.

A hand come up over lips, framing his face and dragging down to try and relieve the confusion. Maybe if Dick could tell him something — anything else — he could remember.

[utilitybelted]

"Because you got my memories, and I got yours," Dick explained patiently, he didn't feel particularly patient, but he knew this was a delicate operation and he would have to take it slowly or Steve might freak out.

"I promise we were friends, you said I could stay here when I went off grid, you used to bring me food... cornflakes, if you could get them, they were my favourite..." he didn't know if that little detail would be enough to spark something more, but he also knew that details were important, it was the little things that could trigger people's recollections, even in normal circumstances.