Daycycle 11 [ DEC 16-20 ]

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DAYCYCLE 11

[ DEC 16 - 20 ]

 

MORNING

Life has resumed somewhat back to normal, despite the chaotic last two days.  Alec Hardison and Arty are still assigned Troubleshooters to ensure their pharmaceutical regimen is successful in wiping out traitorous thoughts.

Troubleshooter Team: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

Mission:  Due to the increase in terrorist activity, all cameras are to be quality checked.  You two will be responsible for overseeing that all cameras in and surrounding the Wagon Wheel are made operational.  You may pick a handful of RED troubleshooters to assist you with this mission.  If you need assistance with programming or parts, contact Tech Support.

All other Troubleshooters:  You are to report to your Service Firm positions for the day, until called on for Troubleshooter duty.

Intel:  Alpha Complex has successfully captured all Death Leopard members and they have been terminated, brainscrubbed or medicated as necessary.  The Computer is very grateful to the work of loyal citizens in reporting and capturing these terrorists.

 

AFTERNOON

Around 1600 this afternoon all Specials will receive an encrypted invitation to Alpha Fight Club at 2000 that evening.  An address and a code word will be given.  The address is deep within the warehouse sector of Production.  

 

EVENING

For those that decide to take up the invitation, they will find a group of men and women waiting for them.   They will be paired up to fight one on one with these volunteer fighters.  Contestants will be required to hand over all electronic devices and possible weapons to a referee beforehand.  Those in the Armed Forces may recognize many of their opponents from the hallways.  There is no prize, other than having the satisfaction of winning a fight fair and square.  At the end of the fight, all possessions will be returned to the contestants.

Sleep aid gas is expelled into the sleeping quarters at 2100.

Comments

[runsonwater]

"Hey!" Barry yells as the woman goes down with a dull thud a few tables over. He slips his PDC into his pocket and rushes over, not giving a second thought to getting involved, despite the fact that he and the woman together barely equal the instigator.

"Leave her alone."

[avemachina]

A white knight? Barry's just won himself a place on Root's savior-complex list. John Reese 2.0, maybe even. Or maybe he's more of a Harold, with skinny limbs and big brain. Either way, it's more than likely this new player is another Special, if everything she's heard is right.

"All I asked was where the best sandwich shop around here is." She's still smirking, still clearly taking none of this seriously. Her head pops up as Root's aggressor backs off. Maybe they hadn't meant to make such a loud fuss. Maybe Root had simply pressed the right buttons.

When she turns to face the other woman, who mumbles something derogatory before continuing to back off, Root's above-average height is clear. For a woman, though she's slight, her 5'8" frame is tall enough to ward another assault off. For now.

Finally, she turns to get a better look at Barry. Her eyes move from his face to his toes, and then back up again in obvious assessment. But she waits to speak -- could be he's no white knight at all, of course. Your move, skinny.

[runsonwater]

Barry really isn't that surprised when the other woman backs off. He's found that most bullies don't like it when other people get involved, still there is some relief when she backs away.

"Are you okay?" Barry asks, very aware that the victim seems to be measuring him up. He hasn't seen her around here before and her attitude is only the kind that comes with being a Special. Or someone not raised in total servitude.

He gestures towards her face. "Do you want some ice for that?"

[avemachina]

"Oh, I think I'll manage."

Wow, this just gets whitier and knightier. Her body language relaxes and Root even shrugs one shoulder, a lackadaisical, indifferent motion. There's no reason to keep her guard up with such an upstanding citizen before her.

"Nobody told me there were seating arrangements." Not that it wasn't completely obvious. Not that Root wasn't looking to start something in the first place. She's still a little lost but it's defensiveness (y'know, the offensive kind) that has filled the space where hopelessness and fear should.

Except hopeless and afraid is exactly what she's feeling. Having had the Machine give her directives for over a year, being without it really throwing her for a loop. Root's not even sure whether she should affect one of her many identities, yet. Without the right leverage, it's almost pointless.

[runsonwater]

"You wouldn't like them anyway, they wear pink on Mondays." Should he be quoting Mean Girls to a complete stranger? Should he be quoting that movie at all? It's not his fault Iris made him watch it so many times in high school.

"No, but, uh, yeah, everyone sits by color clearance around here. As specials people either tolerate us or hate us, so you have to be careful." He holds out his hand. "I'm Barry, by the way."

[avemachina]

The joke lands, at least, coaxing a chuckle out of Root as she takes in the rest of Barry's advice. Her hand shoots out to shake his, quick and business like. Her name gives her a moment's pause-- officially, she's going to be known as Samantha. Will it help or hurt her to use her real name?

"I'm, uh, Samantha." Until she can find a way to change it, maybe it's best to stick to her given name. 'Samantha' smiles, shrugging.

"I woke up, or whatever, yesterday. I think. They made me watch a lot of history videos." Super fun, that.

[runsonwater]

"Yeah, I think that's part of the standard brainwashing protocol. Did they tell you that all of your memories were glitches?" He still thought it was laughable to think that their whole lives were just some misplaced dream, but Alpha didn't seem willing to offer any other explanation.

"This place doesn't really make much sense. The specials are the only ones that have these glitches, everyone else, from what I understand, don't have those memories."

[avemachina]

"How do you know they aren't just glitches?" Her thin smile might help indicate the question as one playing devil's advocate. Root's hardly buying in to it herself, but the question begs an answer, still.

"I mean, considering the entire universe still hasn't been proven not to be one big ol' computer simulation? We can't really know." Hell, back home people wouldn't believe two artificial intelligences were at war during their everyday lives. Root may not be able to make sense of Alpha Complex, but she's not about to start trying by making assumptions.