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Daycycle 10 [Dec 11-15]

DAYCYCLE 10
[ DEC 11-15 ]

MORNING

Internal Security is still making it’s presence known and stopping citizens to check ID and weapons. While many citizens still seem shaken by recent events, a large majority seem to have all but forgotten. This might be due in part to some extra chemical engineering in the Happitime doses.

Hardison and Arty will be brought before the Troubleshooters during the Morning Briefing. It is clear from their appearance that they were both interrogated thoroughly. Luckily, through the miracle of chemical engineering and a rigorous corrective medication regimen, they have been reinstated as Troubleshooters. Each, however, will be assigned a Troubleshooter (not a special) to watch them closely for a return in traitorous activity.

All Troubleshooters
Mission: To capture and turn in any and all Death Leopard Members. There will be a 1000cr reward for each traitor turned over for punishment. You must obtain a written or recorded confession or provide sufficient proof. You have permission to do this by any means necessary. It is recommended that you work in teams of 2 or more. Laser barrels will be provided for all Troubleshooters.

AFTERNOON

Death Leopard members are being turned in at record numbers! Lydia Martin and Parker are called in to assist in the processing of traitors, many of whom profess their innocence, despite having signed confessions and/or vidrecordings submitted as proof.

Allowing an innocent citizen to be punished for treason is treason, however releasing a citizen guilty of treason is also treason. Lydia and Parker must decide which of those presented should be sent on to be punished.

EVENING

The Complex is unnaturally quiet this evening. There are no special events planned. Many citizens, blitzed out of their mind on HappiTime will enjoy a pleasant evening forgetting their troubles at The Strobe dance club. Sleepaid gas will be released at it’s regular time of 2100 within the Wagon Wheel.

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You are welcome to play out missions from any point (beginning, middle, end) but are not required to. You will, however need to provide information on the debriefing post below once you've determined with the other players involved how the mission played out. You can indicate if the mission is complete (finished), pending investigation (still being discussed occly), or in progress (currently being threaded out.) You are encouraged to approach other characters for assistance with missions whenever possible, as almost every sector has a playable character. They may be able to provide you with valuable information from their roles within Alpha Complex or assistance in tracking down a traitor. You'll soon find out that the more avenues you have through the bureaucratic nightmare that Alpha Complex is, the better.

Reward and punishment will be determined by the outcome of your missions, though they may depend entirely on the current processing power of The Computer at the time and classified information not available to you. In other words, everything is never as it seems, so be prepared for anything.

Please debrief The Computer and your Briefing Officer on your mission using the form below.

Mission Status: Complete
Troubleshooters Parker, and Lydia Martin
Mission outcome: 50/50 Anyone with video evidence was turned over. Anyone with strictly written confessions / circumstantial evidence was released. All written evidence disappeared.
Alpha Complex Damage: None
Traitorous Casualties: None. They bear no responsibility as to what happened after they were done.
Citizen Casualties: None
Intel gained: If there was any, Parker conveniently doesn't remember it. Don't ask further.

Your superiors were deeply disappointed by the low number actually handed over for treatment, especially considering the very vital written evidence was lost and/or misplaced.

However, they feel that the message has been sent to the terrorists at large and are feeling generous. They won't demote you for this oversight today.

The thought that someone had recruited him to be part of their army was laughable. The thought that it had been an AI was even more hilarious. He hadn't accepted it on the first four viewings of the history of Alpha and he didn't accept it now. However, he had slowly learned not to court insanity and so he'd gone along with the story he was being fed and reported for duty in a sea of red uniforms the next morning.

He stayed at the back of the room, arms crossed as he watched the Troubleshooters file in and fill up the tiny space. He kept his ears open and listened to conversations consisting of bragging, hating on Def Leppard and talk about traitors. Little of it made any actual sense.

Bucky was getting better at picking out the new faces that showed up each day. He wasn't always on top of his game but with Steve keeping a closer eye on him, he had not been quite as frequent with his pill dosage. On the one hand his head was clearer that morning, but his temper was raw and he was easily agitated.

The orders were unsettling, but Bucky saw them as an opportunity to start asking around about the complex and its inner workings with more force. He wasn't above torturing people for information, and that should have been far more concerning a flag than it was but Bucky had never left the war. He was still in it, and even if he wasn't sure who was on what side, himself included, his mind set was stuck in Wartime Soldier almost full time.

"You're a new face." Captain obvious, but Bucky stood out in his new orange uniform, especially to those who already knew him, and several troubleshooters made themselves a little more scarce when he approached Tony.

"Where did they assign you?"

Tony turned at the voice, noting the bright orange uniform before he actually took in the face. Orange was supposed to be above red on the rainbow spectrum of servitude, wasn't it? He made no move to push himself off the wall or come to any kind of attention.

But then of course his eyes moved up to the man's face and he froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. He knew about the Winter Soldier, of course. He'd been helping Steve to track him down since the fall of SHIELD. What he hadn't expected was to see him here, wherever here was.

"Can't say the same for you," Tony said, tilting his chin upwards slightly and meeting Bucky's eyes squarely. "I like the haircut though, less homeless, more establishment."

Instead of answering his question, he pressed on. "So this is HYDRA? I didn't know they were a fan of sci-fi."

Spotting Tony in the back of the room wasn't hard. There weren't that many new faces each day. A camera pointed at just the right angle would be able to catch the startled recognition on Steve's face.

But within seconds, he's disappeared into the troubleshooters, keeping his back towards Tony the rest of the time as missions were announced. Good, a mission that allows me to talk to anyone.

It wasn't until the formal gathering was over that Steve approached, after he purposefully approached a few other Troubleshooters he didn't know beforehand.

"Sir, can you come with me please? I just have a few questions for you." Steve was giving Tony the for-the-love-of-god-do-as-I-say stare.

Tony was just about to follow the crowd out, not entirely sure what was expected of him and not entirely caring when he heard that familiar voice. He looked up in surprise, his mouth curving upwards slightly before the words processed. He schooled his expression into something less readable and shrugged, pointing at Steve's jumpsuit.

"I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"We can't be too careful."

A sentence said specifically for the cameras. Sometimes Steve wondered if this was what Natasha did every second of every day. Talk and walk and move like she was performing for different cameras. It wasn't something he wanted.

Steve knew he couldn't take Tony into an interrogation room. Anything they said there would be video recorded and fed straight to Internal Security. So instead, they headed towards the front of the Commissary. The room wasn't empty yet so it'd be harder to distinguish their voices within the crowd.

When the Captain spoke again, he kept his voice lower than normal. "Everything we say or do is recorded from a distance." The necessary preface to any conversation. But this was Tony Stark he was talking to. Steve assumed he'd already scoped out the positions of the cameras in the room. "When did you wake up? This morning?"

Tony followed Steve through the corridors until they finally stopped at the front of the Commissary. People were moving through it freely and when Steve spoke Tony found himself leaning in slightly to hear him it was so low.

"Yeah, I noticed," Tony said, an annoyed frown crossing his expression. He fought the urge to glance up at one of the cameras that he'd noticed in this room from that morning at breakfast. Though it was certainly interesting watching Steve play spy. He didn't think he'd had it in him.

"Yesterday. I didn't know you were here. Orange doesn't suit you, Cap. You look like a Folsom penpal."

"I didn't look good in Red either. Though, I'm not sure I can say the same about you Stark." The Iron Man suit was red, after all.

But in all honesty, the Cap was happy to see him and it showed. He needed a man who knew how to handle tech, and Tony Stark was literally the best man in the universe for that job. It also didn't hurt that he was an experienced Avenger.

"We've been attempting to gather information about the Computer, but haven't gotten far. I'm not sure where they've assigned you, but I'm guessing you'll have been access and knowledge in that department than any of the Specials here."

And to make sure Tony knows what's been going on.

"I've been here for a little over a week. Two days ago, a group of people who were masked and armed opened fire into a garrison parade. Didn't seem to care exactly who they hit, as long as they hit a few soldiers." Like a routine mission brief, Steve succinctly fills him in on the explosion, the Death Leopard hunts, but also the fact that no one has any information on why it all happened.

Tony glanced down at his loose fitting red jumpsuit. It didn't matter what the color was, it was still a prisoner uniform as far as he was concerned. Though, the fact that Steve implied he'd started out in red was interesting. He had hardly expected for him to play along with this whole headtrip.

"R&D, Bot Processing," Tony said, though he didn't really know what that meant. Other than the fact that they seemed to know he had an affinity for robotics. If they wanted to put him in a warehouse surrounded by robotics though, he wasn't going to complain. People really needed to stop taking him prisoner and then giving him the tools for escape. Before he could say so, though, Steve went on and Tony's expression darkened even further.

Opening fire on a parade? What exactly had been the point behind something like that? And naming a terrorist group Death Leopard? Really?

"I'll see what I can dig up. I've just got to find a terminal I can borrow for a while." He looked at Steve. "All things considering, you seem to be holding up okay."

Steve nearly laughed. They put Tony Stark in Bot Processing? Clearly the Computer was good, but not good enough. Pretty soon Stark was going to have the entire department working for him — and they wouldn't even know what they were building.

Steve hadn't even given a thought to how he was personally holding up. So he answered in the way he knew how.

"I don't like not knowing who's really in charge, and what they're really after. But we do have allies here. A friend of mine from the Howling Commandos-" Yup, Steve's talking about 70 years ago. "-is here. We've been working together."

"You mean the bot behind the curtain?" Tony asked, knowing that Steve would get that reference, at least. He gave him a bitter smile. Though it faded somewhat at the mention of the Howling Commandos.

"Who?" Tony asked. He had memorized all of them over the years from a photograph that had sat on Howard's desk in his study. More importantly, if there was someone here from that long ago it gave some credibility to the fact that they might actually be capable of pulling people from time, rather than this all being some elaborate HYDRA movie set.

That or Steve was losing his mind.

"Bucky Barnes." James Barnes, if his full name was printed on that photograph.

If Tony had read Bucky's file, it would have listed him as deceased, as of the winter of 1945. The only Howling Commando to have given his life in service of his country.

Steve had never told the Avengers who the Winter Soldier was, only Romanoff and Wilson were involved in those missions anyways. But it didn't seem relevant now. He didn't even know if Bucky remembered any history past 1945.

"Barnes?" Tony repeated with a furrow in his brow. He had been the only Howling Commando to be lost in service, if you didn't count Steve himself. Tony thought the next question was a pretty obvious one, but it didn't exactly seem like Steve was working up to an answer.

"He died," Tony said, crossing his arms. "Do you really think these guys recreated him? Recreated us?"

It's not hard for Tony to tell that there's something Steve knows, but doesn't want to say. When he found out that Bucky was the Winter Soldier, he didn't exactly rush to tell the Avengers, or SHIELD. Steve had preferred to go after Bucky himself. So that only his life was on the line. So that he could still try and do right by his best friend.

But they weren't in New York, working for a covert SHIELD operation anymore. Maybe it was pointless to keep it to himself.

"No, Bucky didn't die." And of course, he doesn't go on. Leaving Tony with the most unsatisfying way Steve could have possibly answered those two questions.

Tony's eyes narrow at that answer. Not just the words themselves, which don't make sense, but the way that Steve says them. If he's saying Barnes didn't die seventy years ago, then why had the world acted as if he had? And if he hadn't and he was here, he'd be pushing ninety. Tony didn't exactly see how that was helpful.

"How many happy pills have you taken, Cap?"

"None."

He takes a step closer to Tony this time, talking right next to his ear. It's suspicious, but they can make up a reason why it happened later.

"Look Tony. Bucky didn't die in the same way I didn't die seventy years ago. Hydra has always been after the serum. They tested some version of it on Bucky before-" Steve stepped back as another Troubleshooter walked directly past them.

"I really don't recommend taking too many happy pills," he said, loudly. His performance was passable, but Tony could easily see that while Steve was excellent at covert operations on the battlefield, his attempts at faking conversations was going to get worse and worse the longer they were in Alpha. Captain America wasn't built to be a spy.

Tony had to force himself not to roll his eyes at Steve's stage whisper. Still, he had to give him credit for at least trying to keep things seeming natural between them. He cleared his throat, lowering his voice.

"You're telling me that Bucky Barnes got HYDRA super soldier serum?" That sounded like a nightmare for too many reasons for Tony to process right off the top of his head. "And he's here? Was he frozen too? Why didn't we ever hear about him?"

Matt was on his feet again and stopped in his tracks almost as soon as he caught sight of Tony, his gaze fixing on the man for a very long moment like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

Sort of like he'd looked at more than one person since his arrival here but this one?

This one was different okay.

Witness the hacker finally remembering how to walk and making his way over to where Tony had settled.

"Hi."

Well at least he was able to speak without tripping over his words.

Tony lifted an eyebrow at the skinny twenty something in front of him. As far as he could tell, people weren't exactly friendly here. Which most likely meant that he was being so for one reason or another. It wasn't actually that different back home, except with a few exceptions.

"Hi," he said back, glancing back over the crowd. "Are you the welcoming committee?"

"Not exactly." He just hadn't been able to talk himself out of it and there's a quick shrug.

"But there's kind of been a turnover with people leaving and coming in and you don't look like one of the Kool-aid crew."

He glances sideways at the kid and despite himself he gives him a small smile. He at least seems genuine, unlike most of the people here.

"What do you mean people leaving? I thought once you were here, you were here to serve the computer for life?" He uncrosses his arms and turns towards him, giving him his full attention.

"Well, maybe not leaving, but the girls who were in my room when I got here were both taken away and haven't been seen since. It's only been about a week or so, though." Matt rubs a hand across the back of his head.

"I'm Matt Farrell, by the way. Been here about two weeks."

"So there are co-ed sleeping arrangements. I wondered." Tony seems to look him over one more time before coming to some kind of decision. He doesn't offer his hand, but he lifts it slightly as in greeting.

"Tony Stark and I've been here..." He glances down to find no watch. "About 27 hours. Not impressed."

"Yeah, they don't seem to differentiate." Which he hadn't minded, but then again he'd been in a room with Natasha so it wasn't really something to complain over.

"I don't think anyone is impressed by this place. It's..." And then he just sort of stops because his brain actually registers the name and he's kind of thankful his jaw isn't exactly dropping.

"...Iron Man?"

"A prisoner is a prisoner," Tony muttered under his breath as he looked towards the front. He turned and looked back at Matt when he mentioned Iron Man.

He didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing that he had recognized his name. "That's me," Tony said. "Minus the armor. It's an off day."

"Yeah, uh...people where I'm from know you, although it's kind of..." How exactly do you tell someone he's a comic book superhero that has a fan following, although given it's Tony, it's probably nothing that would disturb him, but Matt's quiet for a few minutes.

"Well I've read about a lot of things you've done." That was safe enough right?

"Where are you from?" Tony asked. There was something strange about the way he'd said it, though Tony just assumed it was from some backwater town that no one had ever really heard of. Still, it was good to know that even in a place like this someone knew who he was.

"Hopefully not in the tabloids," Tony said easily before turning his attention on Matt. "So what's this place's deal? Do you buy into the cloning?"

"I lived in Jersey before my apartment got blown up, but it's a different world from the one you come from." Because again, comic books about Tony's worlds.

"No, the uh...tabloids tend to focus on Hollywood... As for the cloning, I don't know, I mean I had just gotten shot before I woke up here and it was all healed when I came here..."

"Ah, Jersey." They explained it all, didn't it? "A different world?" He repeated, furrowing his brow. Now that was something that he hadn't heard here yet.

"I've dated half of Hollywood." Well, dated was a stretch, but still. If the tabloids didn't have anything about him once a month he felt like he was becoming irrelevant. "You had just gotten shot?"

"Yeah, no uh..well super soldiers, mutants, people with powers, basically. I mean, we have terrorists and all, but everyone's basically normal." Which isn't a bad thing really, given he's not sure he'd actually want to live in a world with the kind of shit that goes down in comic books.

"Yeah, took a job writing some code for a guy. I do math-based security or I did, but turns out, he was one of the bad guys. Wanted to teach the government a lesson.

Tried to bankrupt them and I kind of helped stop it." McClane had done most of it though.

"Yeah, but it's still Jersey," Tony joked. He wasn't entirely sure he was understanding what Matt was getting at.

Tony gave the kid another look when he said he was a coder. "Who was this guy?" Had it been someone with HYDRA. Is that why they were here now? "So, you stopped it by getting shot?"

"Thomas Gabriel, former government employee who got pissed off when nobody took him seriously, so he decided to show them what was wrong." Or you know, steal all the money while he was doing it.

"No, that was uh...because I was trying to keep from helping him so he shot me. Guy who stopped him was a cop who got involved. Shot Gabriel through his own shoulder to take him out."

And yes, McClane was crazy, but he'd saved a lot of people.

"So the guy went postal?" Tony shifted on his feet, crossing his arms as he took in Matt's story. The kid was honest, at least. Most people might have played up the getting shot part a little more, considering Tony was a complete stranger.

"Yeah, I know the type," Tony said, thinking about Steve and his self-sacrificing ways. He glanced at Matt's legs. "And getting shot was the last thing you remember before waking up here? A shot like that should've left you laid up for weeks."

By lunchtime in the commissary, Arty had almost begun to wish he had more of the medicine they had pumped him full of the day before. His bruises were stiff and hot and the crack in his lip burned with every drink he took.

He had already put a dent in his credits buying off his babysitter to keep the troubleshooter from beating another false confession from him for a payday. It had been extortion, really. The bribe was coaxed out of him with no guarantee his personal guard wasn't just going to use that against him and get another 1000 credits for it.

Given the events of the past few days, he knew it would be better to keep his distance from anyone in case either of them became guilty by association, but his body, the troubleshooter watching him, and the universe seemed to all disagree with that, when the troubleshooter tripped the ex-priest when he moved forward in line to get lunch, and abruptly Arty found himself thrown against the nearest unfortunate person in line with him.

Rather than attempt to shift the blame to his babysitter, he immediatey attempted to scramble to right himself and help the other victim of the cruel trick as well.

"My apologies. I lost my footing. Are you all right?"

Edited 2015-12-12 16:32 (UTC)

The bump surprised Parker because people don't touch Parker without an explicit invite, or an immediate injury.

So while he asks if she's all right, Parker turns around, fork raised, ready to turn a utensil into a weapon.

"Watch it."

It's unclear whether Parker's talking to Arty, or to his babysitter.

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