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

[im_ironman]

Watching Steve react is a wonderful sight. Tony's addicted to it from the first moment, and he can't look away from him because he's just enthralled in him. In this. It makes him so damn happy that it feels like his chest is going to burst in the best way possible.

And god, the way that Steve touches him has a way of making him come undone. He can't get enough of that, either, and when he notices that Steve hesitates the moment that he sees the bruises on his side, he wastes no time in assuring him that it's okay. That he wants this. If anything, he just holds onto him a little tighter, as if encouraging Steve to do the same with him, because he doesn't want to stop. He wants him to hold him tighter, to not hold back, to make him his. Please, his quiet moans say as he moves with Steve and takes his lips in his, please make me yours. Steve may not want to hurt him, but Tony absolutely loves how it feels when he slips just enough to let himself grip on a little tighter than usual. The sounds of pleasure that escape Tony's throat make it obvious that it's okay, that he should keep going - please keep going.

That sensation, along with everything he's feeling for him, feel like they're pushing him to an edge, and Tony does what he can to bring Steve along with him. He knows this night will be memorable because it's his first time, but he also wants him to enjoy this. To know how much Tony wants him, how perfect this is, how amazing this can feel. He wants Steve to enjoy it as much as possible because he has waited long enough to discover how this feels, and every touch, every thrust, every kiss is intended to make him feel as good as Steve is making him feel.

By the time they're tangled together, Tony doesn't feel the aftermath from the fight in the Commissary in any way. He's drowning in bliss, especially as Steve curls his body around him, and Tony hooks a leg with his so they can be completely joined together. He already knows that in the morning he's going to have a hard time leaving, because he already wants to just spend all day with him in bed, but he knows it's wishful thinking. So, instead, he just holds onto him a little tighter. He savors every way that Steve is kissing him and brushing his hair back, and Tony let's out a quiet, happy hum when Steve says his name.

He's left speechless, though, when he tells him he's beautiful. When he takes the time to tell him in every which way he thinks he's beautiful, and...Tony moves only so he can roll over to face him. He keeps himself as close to Steve as possible, because he doesn't want to leave this spot in his arms, but he needs to do this.

Because, as he rolls over to face him, it's not just to look at him. In a way, he's also letting him see him - the scars, the reactor, the physical remnants of fights and occasions when he has fought for his life. Those markings that he hates, he's letting Steve see them, and this time he doesn't shy his eyes away. Instead, he just gives him a small smile before kissing him.

I love you. The words spring up to his lips again, but he doesn't say them. Not verbally, anyway; once again, he lets the soft kiss he's giving Steve say them for him. He says it by closing the proximity between Steve and his physical flaws, and when he pulls back, it's only so he can rest his forehead gently against Steve's as he idly runs his fingertips along his back while he keeps his arm wrapped around his waist.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers softly, his eyes closing. It's not the three little words that keep hanging from his tongue, but it's not a lie. He's so lucky to have him, and as sleep begins to claim him, it already feels like he's dreaming because this is perfect. Being here with him, wrapped in each other like this - there's nothing better.