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

[sanguinescry]

None of it really makes sense in a typical, logic-driven way. It just isn't possible for the human body to mend itself like that...and if he's a werewolf, there shouldn't be a scar. So it's definitely something that they've done to him and Lydia's not sure whether she's impressed, terrified, or both. She's leaning toward the latter.

Her hands fall away from him a moment later, when he's finished speaking, and Lydia looks back down at his arm. "That's scientifically impossible..." she breathes, but even as she does, she's looking right at it, so it's clearly not; the evidence is right in front of her face. Lydia looks back up at Ray's face again.

"Do you know what they did? Is it tech or medicine? Do you remember anything?" she asks, one question right on the tail of the other, because the secret science nerd that lives inside her, hiding under makeup and shiny curls of red, is positively screaming for attention; to be let out to play.

[shrinkage]

"My best guess is some sort of instant tissue-creation. I wasn't in surgery for long and they all acted like it wasn't a big deal."

The surgeon had even seemed a little ... put off by Ray's boisterous reaction of being practically insta-healed, now that he thinks about it. He's really got to start remembering to play all his memories off like glitches; act like he's been here forever.

"I mean, I've had some experience with medical nano-technology but as far as I can tell they didn't inject anything..." If anything, they could've removed the nanotech swimming around in Ray's body. He lowers his voice then, leaning back toward Lydia. "You know, everything about this place is drastically advanced compared to what I'm used to. Just the sole fact that we're here? Impossible, right?"

[sanguinescry]

"Advanced biomedical technology..." Lydia breathes back, nodding and reaching out to touch the healing wound again before stopping her hand short and apologizing for nearly invading his personal space without permission.

Her eyes shift back and forth between Ray and over his shoulder to the REDs watching them passively. She's grateful when Ray leans closer and lowers his voice, because she worries that they're drawing too much attention.

Nodding, Lydia chews her bottom lip thoughtfully for a few seconds before responding. "Same here. Even some of what you're saying is in its infancy where I come from," she admits in a hushed voice. "Nano-tech is nowhere near the stage it could actually be used, it's all largely theoretical or prototypical. What is this place...?"

[shrinkage]

"You know, until we figure out how we all have these disparate memories, but that some of our memories still coincide we just have to keep rolling with Alpha, I think." Ray begins to replace his jumpsuit, wriggling back into the sleeve.

It's easy enough to roll, considering the mass-brainwashing and immense stress the Computer seems so easily able to inflict.

"Because trust me, once you start thinking about the fact that we're apparently clones whose brains they can mess with however they want..." He trails off, jumpsuit now completely replaced. Ray's eyes drift downward. He'd already been down this train of thought a thousand times and it never ends well. Talk about a wrench in brain-gears.

[sanguinescry]

Lydia's chin lifts slightly with challenge. Her eyes shifting up and down, giving Ray a once over. She had been under the impression that they were like-minded and now she's trying to decide whether they've brain-washed him again or whether he's suggesting they just keep it to themselves in a subtly-worded way that no one outside the Specials will understand should they overhear.

"I don't think about that," she says cooly, her voice still low so that it's specifically meant for Ray to hear. "I'm not a goddamned clone. I don't believe that for a second," she whispers. "And I don't think you do, either."

With that, Lydia gets to her feet, looking around surreptitiously. "I gotta go, I'll see you later, okay?" She keeps her voice lofty and light, letting him know she isn't upset with him, because she isn't.

[shrinkage]

In Ray's line of work back in Starling City, he's more than used to pissing people off. In fact, sometimes it's a necessary evil. So when faced with a little conflict? He's pretty good at discerning the difference between an attack, and the raising of a bridge.

"Of course. Take care, Lydia." It's not anger but concern that furrows his brow as he watches her leave.