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alphalogs2017-03-26 03:21 pm
Daycycle 132 [Mar 26 - Apr 1]
daycycle 132
[Mar 26 - Apr 1]
[OOC Plotting for this Daycycle can be found here.]
Early, Early Morning [0000 - 0600]
At 0400, Clint Barton and Parker will be arrested and charged with treason. All former roommates will be questioned for several hours before being sedated and returned to their room before 0600. Former roommates in question will not remember the arrests or their questioning when they wake, though they may feel the lingering active effects of the sedative for several hours into their day.
The memory of those arrested ever being at Alpha will be erased with varying degrees of success from all those they came into contact with.
Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
No Specials have been selected for today's mission.
Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties, unless specifically assigned a different shift.
At 1000, it will be discovered that certain foods distributed among the Citizens have been contaminated with an unknown opiate, most likely by the Mystic Secret Society. Unfortunately, this discovery takes place after breakfast has already been served and effects all clearance levels and citizens, including Specials. Only some may have ingested the contaminated food, but the side effects that have been observed so far include, but are not limited to:
Euphoria
The inability to falsify information.
Drastic and almost impossible mood swings, from pure elation to devastating depression or anger in a matter of seconds.
Elation only
Moodiness only
Psychedelic symptoms, such as seeing colors or moving pictures
A nearly uncontrollable urge to keep moving
Lethargy
Random thinking/Inability to focus
Spontaneous giggling
And others.
An investigation has been opened to look into possible suspects to be held responsible, but until then it is advised that Citizens make an effort to avoid contaminated food, although it isn't possible to tell the difference between tampered stock and untampered stock.
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.
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.
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"Ebbets Field, you jerk-" The words just tumble out before he can stop himself, until suddenly, Steve's snapping to attention. The thought that it isn't Natasha inside is forgotten entirely, because it's not the Winter Soldier who answers. That's Bucky's voice.
He looks at the door like somehow, if he tries hard enough he'd be able to see through it. But there's a whole part of Steve that can't bring itself to believe what's about to happen. It couldn't possibly be Buck. There's no ping on Steve's PDC, no notification from Technical Services that another Special has been created. No request for new orientation. But whatever denial is ramping up inside him, it freezes when the knob on the door starts to turn.
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"Lucky guess, punk," he says with a little shrug, that grin still in place. It really is Steve. Even knowing he was here, it's a rush of relief to see him. "She told me you were wandering around somewhere. Figured I'd need to track you down sometime, looks like you beat me to it. Hey, Steve. Nice getup."
It's definitely Bucky right now. No guarantee he'll stay this Bucky-like, but for now, yeah.
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He barely even picks up the She at the beginning of his sentence. He'll realize it later, when he's not too busy stepping forward to pull Bucky in for a hug. There's no hesitation, because unlike the handful of times he had to track Bucky down before this, Steve doesn't need to ask if he remembers him. If he remembers Ebbets Field, that's all Steve needs to know.
"When did you wake up?" he asks when he pulls away, the shock and surprise in his eyes still fresh. That look is going to take some time to fade.
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"Woke up a day ago," he says as Steve stands back again. "Natasha filled me in on some stuff I gotta know." Like the false-memories bullshit being bullshit. There's still stuff he doesn't know, but even after a day, he's starting to get the rhythm of this place. What he'll do with it is anyone's guess. He's still not used to moving around in the world without a mission.
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"You and Natasha," he says, letting out breath of disbelief. "Roommates." But the thought of her filling Bucky in is enough for Steve to know that he doesn't have to do the same. He does however, need to ask him one question, and he'd like to do that not in the hallway, so he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows to point inside.
Once the door is closed behind him, he asks, point blank, because if nothing else Steve is always direct. "What's the last thing you remember, from home?"
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But that isn't important right now, he knows from experience that trying to force memories ends up a bad time for everyone. "Uh, Wakanda," he says instead, looking down at his arm. "This was gone, and I was...I'd figured on going back under. Hadn't told you about it yet." This delivered a little flat and matter-of-fact, like a briefing, he doesn't know how Steve will react here any more than he'd known how Steve would react back in Wakanda to the news that Bucky wants to get himself frozen again. "Then I woke up here. What about you?"
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"Natasha said to me once that the two of you met. She was protecting an engineer, and that engineer was your mission." It feels like a stretch. "Maybe you studied her."
It feels so natural though, when Bucky steps to his left, and after awhile, Steve can't help but throw a hand on his shoulder and smile. He had no idea how much he'd wished Bucky was here with him until now. Especially when he hears him say Wakanda. At that last little bit, part-confession part-briefing, Steve just shakes his head as he gives Bucky an amused look.
"I have a few days more of memories, but that's it." He gives Bucky's shoulder a little squeeze. "Can't believe you were willing to leave me on my own again though. I was pretty sure you'd regret it after you woke up and found out all the trouble I'd caused." Steve exhales. "But before I could get into any more, I woke up in Alpha."
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He does shrug a little after a moment. "Just wasn't sure how much I could trust myself. The programming's all still there. Anyone else could wake it up if they knew how. Ain't even that hard." Under is the same language he uses, the whole time had felt like being under something, and he isn't even completely certain he won't get dragged back under sometime.
Although Natasha had mentioned already that she could help him with that part. It'd mean trusting her, and that's the weird part, all his memories have them at odds with each other, but there's something in his gut that says he could trust her if he needed to. Weird. "But before I could go back under, I woke up in Alpha," he adds wryly, rolling his eyes.
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Let's just say Steve's in a lot of trouble right now.
"I know Buck," he says, squeezing his shoulder once before giving him another pat, and then finally letting go. "You wouldn't remember this, but, after you told me ... " He takes a breath in as he remembers that night, and how septically clean everything looked in those Wakandan halls. "All I wanted to know was that you were sure. You told me you were, and that was that."
Steve's leaving a little bit out. Like how he told Bucky that he'd be there for him when he wakes up. How he'd promised him that he will wake up. But those parts ... they don't seem necessary to bring up right now.
That little mirrored phrase gets Steve to roll his eyes too, and chuckle. "Where'd they put you? Which sector?"
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"Not much different than Alsace, when I first got there. Got my division, got my orders, gotta find a way for my division to be the best division they can be. Just, y'know. They're robots." Because that's not weird. Hell, maybe he'll end up with an all-bot Howlies division. "What've they got you doing?"
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"Well you've always been good at that. Yellin' out orders," he says, grinning a little. "I'm also in Armed Forces. Lieutenant in the Very Special Forces. Well-" He looks away, like he's 16 years old again and about to tell Bucky that he'd lost his Ma's hard-earned lunch money. "I was. I'm currently ... suspended."
See Bucky? Trouble.
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The look Bucky gives him is pretty much a perfect copy of the exasperated what now Rogers face Bucky had always given him back in the day when Steve had wandered up to his door arm in arm with Trouble again. "What'd you do," he asks, and it's barely a question. You want him to shout some orders, Stevie, he'll do that right now, you just watch.
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He doesn't answer right away though. Instead, Steve looks down and takes a moment to think, his eyes roaming the floor like it could give him the answer.
"I got into some trouble with Mr. McCabe," he says. Their middle school principal. When everyone started getting bigger and Steve didn't, the fights ended up a little more brutal. Eighth grade was one of the worst. But the most memorable thing about that year wasn't the fights. Instead, it was when Steve got sick and tired of the way the bullies at school were always taking kids out by the dumpster and giving them a beating. Normally, he'd never go to a teacher and instead try to take care of it himself, but this time, Mr. McCabe saw it. Steve knew he'd seen it because he was walking past on his way home after school.
So the next day, he'd gone to the principal's office and demanded that he do something. Two days later, Steve found himself with a note to take to his Ma, saying that he'd been suspended at school for telling lies.
The case almost mirrored exactly what's happening to him now. Steve stuck his nose somewhere, and someone higher up didn't want him investigating. In both cases, Steve still hasn't found out exactly why. Though this time, he has a better hunch.
"I'm being investigated. Though, honestly, I think they're stalling for something. I don't know what."
But he also knows that while a vague reference to a childhood teacher would put Bucky on the right track, he'll need all the details soon.
"Have you eaten? I can fill you in over dinner."
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"Investigated, huh?" Bucky looks a little dubious as he nods and takes a mental inventory of what he's got on him, makes sure he's ready to leave the room again. (Always know what you've got on you, he'd learned that lesson very early after the helicarriers.) He'd never been as good at helping Steve with those kinds of fights. "Okay, fill me in, I could eat."
The real question he's gonna need answered is, are these guys trying to shut Steve up, because that, Bucky can help with. He might not have the old level of strength in his metal arm, he'd found that out by testing its parameters and coming up short real fast, but no amount of brainwashing or gaslighting could trick him out of his old suspicious instincts.