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Daycycle 6 [ Nov 21-25 ]

DAYCYCLE 6
[ NOV 21-25 ]
MORNING
Matt Farrell will be woken up at 0430 when a squad of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Natasha Romanoff for treason. She is led away at gunpoint and any requests for information will be denied by higher level officers, claiming it’s classified.
Things are mostly back to normal on Daycycle 6, though rumor has it that Internal Security will now be extremely selective about the Specials placed in their sectors. Those that have current Internal Security jobs (Parker, Barry Allen and Lydia Martin) will be under heavy surveillance.
The briefing officer seems particularly short this morning and barks out today’s mission with little helpful information.
Troubleshooter Team: Gaius Maecenas & Steve Rogers
Mission: A bomb threat has been issued by PURGE in the Power Services sector. Assist the Emergency Disaster Response Team (EDRT) in locating and defusing the bomb. Intel indicates that the EDRT has been heavily subverted by PURGE and may have planted the bomb themselves.
All other Troubleshooters: You are to report to your Service Firm positions for the day, until called on for Troubleshooter duty.
Intel: Three Specials have defected since their implementation. Cloning scientists are working to make sure that these errors in judgement do not occur again, but in the meantime all Troubleshooters are to treat Specials with a high level of suspicion.
AFTERNOON
At 1200 Matt Farrell will be brought in for interrogation about the treasonous actions of his roommate, Natasha Romanoff. It is heavily implied that he was working with her and Mills. This time he will be kept for two hours. When he is released he is told that he will be monitored closely in the future.
The Historical Battle Reenactors will be putting on a reenactment of the War of the Worlds beginning at 0400 this afternoon. It will be disrupted when the entire cast is arrested for treason when it is discovered they are not enacting the latest version of the War of the Worlds history.
EVENING
There will be a chess tournament in the RED cafeteria this evening at 1900. The winner will be awarded 1000cr and a trophy.Sleep aid gas is expelled into the sleeping quarters at 2100.

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Mission Status: Complete (Finished), Thread (This is only the talking they do afterwards, won't affect the Mission Status).
Troubleshooters Gaius Maecenas & Steve Rogers
Mission outcome: Successful capture of two traitors in the Emergency Disaster Response Team, however, since neither Gaius nor Steve could defuse the bomb, citizens were evacuated and it exploded in the Power Sector, causing mechanical damage, but no casualties.
Alpha Complex Damage: One power generator destroyed. Two power generators partially damaged.
Traitorous Casualties: None
Citizen Casualties: None
Intel gained: Emergency Disaster Response Team may have further traitors operating within their midsts.

The two damaged power generators were still sparking, stray electricity buzzing from the machinery in erratic spurts. One man — a traitor — laid unconscious on the ground, the other was being held down on the ground by Steve.

Glancing around, the Captain looked up at Gaius. The Power Services sector was already loud, so he had to yell over the sound to make sure Gaius could hear him.

"WE NEED TO BRING THESE TWO TO THE NEAREST INTERNAL SECURITY POINT."

Maecenas cast an uncertain look over the sparking power generators, stepping away from it cautiously. All this electricity was a little worrying to him, he had no idea what it could do, and he preferred to stay away from it where he could - at least, when it wasn't contained safe within all the gadgets and technology this place was full of.

He moved over to Steve, glancing down at the two men he had taken out, and raising his voice to be heard as well.

"Do you think you could carry them both?" because he certainly wasn't going to be able to lift either of them.

There's a stern look of surprise, followed by ... less surprise, as he glanced at Gaius's physical stature. Then, raising a fist, he slams his knuckles against the head of his captive, knocking him unconscious as well.

"Go check the corridor." It pointed down up the grated staircase onto the main floor. It would be a simple lookout job, during a time in which he did not expect any more danger.

With a grunt, he threw one of the traitor's over his shoulder and moved to collect the second.

Maecenas, of course, sighed like he'd been ordered to carry both the men and Steve together, and meandered down the corridor and to the stairs, glancing lazily about to check for anybody coming. The coast was clear, and he paused at the end to lean against the wall, arms folded, glancing back at Steve.

"Can't you walk any faster?" he drawled, there was definite mischief in his eyes, but his expression was serious.

How Gaius had been assigned to this mission with him, Steve didn't know. The man clearly had no relevant skills to the task. But despite wanting to respond, the Captain bit his tongue. There would be no use complicating this further.

When he'd reached the top of the staircase with one man thrown over each shoulder, he took another look down the hallway. Good, it was empty.

"It should be the third door on the right," he said, passing Gaius. Carrying these two and walking wasn't effortless, but it also didn't seem to weigh Steve down quite as much as the weight of two grown men should. But then again, Steve looked like he was built out of muscle, so perhaps it wasn't that surprising.

Maecenas almost pouted when his joke went ignored, but at the same time there was something about Steve and his serious, efficient nature that reminded him of Agrippa. It made him feel a pang of something that might actually be heartache, as much as he didn't want to admit to those kinds of emotions, but he'd been as close to Octavian and Agrippa as people could be, and he couldn't help but miss them in this strange, unfamiliar place. Still, like Agrippa, Maecenas felt like he could crack Steve, that he could work his way passed that serious facade and find the humour underneath, he was quite sure it was there.

"Onwards, oh glorious leader," Maecenas waved him past, voice dripping with sarcasm, and pushed himself off the wall to follow behind.

And it was Maecenas's attitude that reminded Steve of Tony's little comments here and there. But he didn't have time to think about that now. They'd reached the door.

Steve pounded on it three times.

When the door opened, it was clear Internal Security was expecting them. Two eerily clean stretchers were in the center of the room, and troubleshooters dressed in red loaded the men off Steve's shoulders.

Maecenas watched the two men being loaded onto the stretchers, once again not lifting a finger to help, in fact he found the nearest wall and once again leaned himself against it, his expression the satisfaction of a job well done by somebody else.

"Is that everything? Are we done now?"

"Yeah, you're done." But it didn't come from Steve. It came from one of the men manning Internal Security. And the two of them were being shoo'd out as fast as they'd come in. Soon, a door was being slammed in their face.

Steve looked at Gaius, a cross between concern and confusion on his face.

A moment of silence passes before Steve speaks. "I guess that means we're done." His tone doesn't seem to agree with his words, but for now, the Captain seems to consider their mission over.

Maecenas raised an eyebrow at the unceremonious dismissal as well, and he had to admit to at least a minor curiosity in what was going on here - but not enough to overly bother him. Conspiracy theories weren't really his problem, not until he had enough power to be threatened by them anyway - anything designed to keep the plebs down, well, he didn't really consider that to be his station in life, so he assumed they wouldn't affect him either.

"Apparently. Well, pleasure working with you." he drawled, giving Steve a lazy salute. It was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

He had half a mind to knock down the door, in fact his fist is already nearly half way up, until he pulls back. There's no point. He couldn't force his way in and he had no legitimate reason to do so.

Which then turned his attention to Maecenas, his less than helpful partner this afternoon. But the man had also done nothing that put them in danger, and Steve wasn't the judgmental type if you kept that rule.

He nods at Maecenas's salute. "See you around." And then the Captain is off. Time to return to his post in the Armed Services sector.

Chess. It's good to know that this nerdy staple still holds a primary place in everyday life, even in a place as strange as Alpha Complex. Barry may not be as good at running without his super speed, but he can still hold his own when it comes to this.

He makes it through the first couple of rounds with no real trouble, but the players are getting better and he's having to think out his moves more carefully. Still, it's the best time he's had since he's arrived here.

She wishes that the fact that she's been here for a few days had made it a little less obnoxious, but it hasn't. If she's not sleeping, she's bored. There's no challenge here and she knows that she needs one to keep her mind sharp. No, being hijacked on a mission that wasn't fit for lab rats didn't count; why she and Barry, of all people, had been assigned to that mission was still beyond her. Obviously, "the computer" wasn't the brightest bulb.

There's a very small commotion that catches Lydia's attention because everything in this place, right down to the food and the clothes on her back, is so blah that she's curious to see what the big deal is. Maybe it'll actually pique her interest. Nothing else has so far, so it's worth giving a chance.

Only, when she gets up there, she smirks and pushes her way to the front to the very vocal distaste of the person next in line, and Lydia sinks into the chair across the small table from Barry. "Fancy meeting you here," she teases. "Chess, huh? Are you any good or did you just commandeer the board?"

Barry is resetting the board when he looks up to see Lydia sitting across from him. He offers her a genuine and surprised smile. He hadn't seen her name on the sign up sheet. "Hello."

"Well, I don't want to brag but..." he gives a small, not so modest shrug. He's actually not any Bobby Fischer, but he used to play against the computer when he was younger. Junior high was tough for him.

"Black or white? Ladies' choice."

"Hello," Lydia chirps, settling in her seat more comfortably and willfully ignoring the protests from behind her. "I haven't played chess in forever," she replies loftily and she shrugs her shoulders, shaking her head when he offers for her to choose the color.

She looks back at the board. "I've never been partial to a color. If you don't have a preference, then I'll take black, but I don't care," she says, looking back up at him and smiling a little.

"You can have black," Barry said easily, making the first move with one of his white pawns. It was nice to actually know his opponent this round. Not that he knew much about Lydia, except that she was unnaturally confident and formidable.

"Do you have your eye on something in the commissary if you win the prize money?"

"Such a gentleman," Lydia replied with a soft laugh, surveying the board and then Barry himself before moving one of her own pawns. Barry, from what little she'd gathered on their mission, was a protector. Defensive and careful. He wasn't the type to make a proactive offense, from what she could tell, and she imagined if that was just his personality rather than the awful situation they'd wound up in the last time they'd talked, then it would translate to the chess board. That was fine, she could take it slow and follow his lead so as not to open her queen up for a premature attack while trying to storm his side of the board.

Shrugging, Lydia shook her head. "Not really... Maybe if I'm allowed," she started sarcastically, "I wouldn't hate getting something a little less gross blah and a little more flattering to wear, but I hadn't really thought about it. Honestly, I saw a line and I was bored, so I pushed my way to the front to see if the fuss was about something that might occupy me. At least this'll keep my mind sharp, too," she said, wetting her lips as she looked back at him. Oh yes, she was attempting to distract him a little and, if she could, throw him off his game.

"Oh, so you mean you're not even registered?" Barry asked, raising his eyebrows and glancing at the line of people behind her. They really didn't look that amused.

He glanced back at her just in time to catch that planned lick lip and swallowed. He cleared his throat, focusing on the board.

"Well, I hope I make the treason worth it," he says, moving another pawn forward and grinning up at her. "How are you doing here? Hijackings and saving strangers aside?"

"Nope," she chirps. Wrinkling her nose, Lydia shrugs a little. Barry makes his move and she looks back up from the board to his face before making her own.

A little smirk slides over her lips. "If they're going to charge me with treason for cutting in line to play chess, then we've got bigger problems here, honey," she points out. Lydia moves one of her own pawns and sits back a little.

"Between you and I, we're both lucky I didn't scream. I feel like I was choking on it the whole time," she replies. "And to answer your actual question, I think it sucks here," she admits in a whisper. Then she raises her voice back to normal volume. "What about you?"

"You looked pretty in control, all things considered," he said, looking up from studying the board to meet her gaze. She had actually handled things remarkably well, even if her hand had been shaking when she held the gun.

"I can't say I'm much of a fan." He makes his move, taking one of her pawns off of the board. "I still have no idea why we're here. Or how we're here."

Lydia tilts her head and cocks her eyebrows as she follows suit, letting him take one of her pawns only to turn around and take one of his, surveying the board again with a critical and curious eye. "Well, if I hadn't looked pretty in control, I don't think we would've gotten out of there alive," she confessed quietly. "But that's all it was. Looking like it. I think they knew it, too, I just still somehow managed to plant a seed of doubt big enough for them not to test the crazy white girl."

She nods and chews her bottom lip as Barry makes his next move. "I can't work it out, either. It's frustrating...I hate not being able to put the puzzle together, it goes against my nature."

There's something wrong about calmly playing chess while talking about something that could've all too easily gone south the day before. Barry had been in worse situations, but he hadn't been that helpless in a long while. There was no doubt that it was Lydia's quick thinking and bravado that had saved them yesterday and not him.

It bothered him. He missed his speed. He missed the ability to help people and to make a real difference. Here he was just Barry and while he would do what he could, he already knew it wouldn't be enough if something like that happened again.

"Crazy white girl," he repeats with a smile. "Is that the moniker you're going for here?"

Admittedly, Lydia's willing to brush past the events of the other day as casually as she is because it makes her feel like the one who won. It makes her feel stronger than she is and that's something Lydia never gets to feel. She needs that right now, in this place where she's all alone in a crowded room. I miss Allison... she finds herself thinking and her body stiffens at the dregs of the memory of feeling her best friend die.

"Are you saying it doesn't fit?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow and moving another piece on the board. Her eyes move to meet his and she grins. "I like Lydia better, but there's a certain ring to Crazy White Girl that commands some sort of respect, if just out of fear, no?"

She's quiet then, for a moment; thoughtful. Suddenly, Lydia leans forward against the table, looking Barry in the eye. "Do you think there's a reward for turning in traitors?" she whispers, careful to direct the soft words right at Barry so that the dull buzz of the crowd will drown it out for anyone who shouldn't be hearing it.

[ He grins at her, glancing down at the board. Even if she hasn't officially entered into the competition, she's proving to be the best match he's had so far. ]

I don't know, it seems like it'd be kind of exhausting to keep up a name like that.

[ His expression sobers at her question and he studies her face for a moment. He clears his throat, looking down at the board. If Lydia is wanting to turn in traitors, it may be best if she doesn't know that he's gearing up to be one.]

I don't know. Why?

Barry's met with another facial shrug. "I don't know, I could swing it if I thought it'd keep me safe," she admits quietly; thoughtfully. It worked once. Surely those two idiots didn't tell anyone, lest they look like pansies, but rumor had a fast way of spreading when it wanted to and she could always nudge it along a little, if she felt she had no better choice.

"Because those assholes were wearing jumpsuits just like we were," she says calmly, waiting for Barry to move his piece before making another move of her own and taking one of his rooks. "And frankly, I could use a few cute outfits or a decent meal once in a while. After what they did...stealing government property and just leaving us out there like that? Fuck 'em, I'll turn them in. I don't care." Her voice is muttered softly, but there's still an icy bitterness in its undertone as her eyes shift up to Barry with a cool nonchalance behind them. Lydia's willing to throw those men under the bus specifically because they'd wronged her. No other reason than she's sick and tired of needing saved.

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He understands the thinking behind that. Keeping safe is proving to be something that isn't easy to do around here. The fact that he was so helpless to help himself, let along Lydia is still eating away at him, despite his easy smiles. The problem with being a hero is that it's hard to stop when you're not one anymore.

Barry freezes, his eyes moving up from the board to meet hers. He understands that thinking also. The need to get some kind of justice and regain some kind of control. He licks his lips slowly, putting his chess piece back down where it had been previously and leaning forward.

"We are forensic scientists," he says, his voice low. She hasn't actually said anything about a we, but he's not about to let her try to do this on her own. She'd already done more than enough. This was something he could actually help her with. "I don't know the model of the truck they had, but how many could there be here?"

Lydia's quiet for a moment, looking back at him and trying to gauge whether he can be trusted. She likes to think he can. She likes to believe there's someone here that will have her back and why not Barry? They work together. They could've died together.

"I do," she says smoothly in reference to the truck. "Assuming the emblem wasn't stolen and added for strategic or aesthetic reasons. I don't know the year, but I know the make and model. You just have to know where to look on the car to find that...I did that when Scummy McRapey was writhing on the ground."

Her eyes move from the board back to his face and she lowers her voice to a whisper. "I want to trust you. Please don't make me regret that."

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Daycycle 6 [ Nov 21-25 ]

DAYCYCLE 6

[ NOV 21-25 ]

Daycycle 6: Debriefing

Debriefing

Mission with Gaius

Re: Mission with Gaius

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We ready to wrap this one up? Sorry maecenas is a dick lol

No I love it! Also yeah, wrapping now.

Evening | Open

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No idea why I switched to action. Sorry!

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