Daycycle 13 [ DEC 26-31 ]

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DAYCYCLE 13

[ DEC 26 - 31 ]

[OOC: This Daycycle will run for six ooc days instead of the usual 5 ooc days from Dec 26-31. ]

MORNING

Troubleshooter Team: Alec Hardison & Jason Wilcox

Mission:  There is an INDIGO corridor in R&D that we want you to inspect.  We’ll give you 5000cr each at the end of your mission just for walking from one end to the other.  Here are vouchers to let you walk through it legally.  Make sure you wear these telemetry suits when you go through it.  

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

Intel:  The Humanists staged an attack last night and left many citizens temporarily blinded by pepper spray.  There is a 1000cr reward for any participants being handed over for punishment.

A special was attacked yesterday by an anti-Specials group.  Steve Rogers has asked to address all Troubleshooters in regards to this incident.

AFTERNOON

The afternoon is mostly uneventful.  Save for a Vulture pilot who crashes his copter into the Armed Forces mess hall at approximately 1423.  What is initially thought of as a treasonous act is quickly determined to be a Happitime overdose and is hushed up by the highers ups.

EVENING

The evening is launched with a very special and mandatory showing of the Teela O’Malley show.  The show begins by describing the state that humanity was in when The Computer took control.  People were a slave to their whims.  Alpha Complex is held up as a paragon of innovation and cooperation among people and technology.  In fact, many REDs watching the show may not recognize the Utopian society being depicted as anything close to the society they find themselves in.  It ends with a touching montage of citizens swearing their allegiance and thanks to The Computer that brings the legendary host to tears.  

Sleep aid gas is expelled at 2100.

Comments

[onthedot]

Her head was still spinning, memories and jumbled thoughts fought against the merciless greeting upon waking on a table. The only certainty she had began and ended with her name. Her name and the pervasive wrongness of the situation she was in. They had let her roam freely throughout the complex, to a point, and that alone was enough to raise every single hair on the back of her neck.

And then she had been ushered into a room with a group of nameless people she'd never seen in her life. Many of them who looked quite prepared to start a brawl under the slightest provocation, more irritated than curious about why they were dragged in there.

Peggy stood near the back of the group with her arms crossed, prepared to deal with whatever ridiculous propaganda they were about to be fed, and she was beginning to grow more and more certain that's what it was, when he stepped in front of the microphone, and then very little made sense at all.

He should be dead. It was the very first, clear, and real thought she'd pulled from the muddle of her mind and it shot her in the chest with more impact than any bullet could have achieved. It was an aching sort of distress, coupled with outrage, and for a moment she wasn't sure which would win out.

The words, though unfamiliar, were spoken with such a frank honesty that she wanted to lash out, possibly would have had there not been cameras to record what she was witnessing and no one was speaking out about the wrongness. There should have been nothing left to produce a clone of him, she had made certain of that.

He couldn't be a clone, which meant he was...something else.

God knew he always had been.

Peggy shook her head and tamped down on her anger until it was nothing more than a bitter ember and began to work her way through the small crowd until she was no more than a few people away from him.

All she could do was wait.

[a_man_out_of_time]

Steve was thanking God that he hadn't laid eyes on Peggy until after stepping off the stage.

People had finally decided to approach him — most of them didn't even know what to say, though some managed to muster up the courage to let him know he had their support — and as always, Steve was doing his absolute best to garner support for what was right. He almost felt himself again this time.

Until he saw Peggy.

Caution was almost thrown entirely the wind. Every drastic measure he'd taken to ensure no citizen or computer would suspect that he knew Bucky or Tony previous to the Alpha Complex was left shredded on the floor. Apologizing to the young man he was currently speaking with, Steve made his way to the woman who was the love of his life. A woman whose existence here should have been impossible, and yet here she was.

Even in their hideous starter red jumpsuits, she looked as confident and beautiful as the day he'd met her.

"Peggy."

Under the eyes of the Commissary, Steve had to stop himself from reaching for her cheek, or reaching for her entirely just to see if she was real.

[onthedot]

God help her.

He was close enough she could feel the heat of his body and hear the Brooklyn in his accent. He stood close enough she could reach out to touch.

Swallowing against the swell in her throat, and blinking against the heat in her eyes, she cocked her head, pursed her lips, then said, "You never did learn how to stay out of trouble."

[a_man_out_of_time]

Her voice was just as he'd remembered it too.

"I'm afraid finding trouble is my specialty."

Steve had so many questions, most of them ones he knew he couldn't ask in public. So he settles on the one he can ask.

"How long ago did you wake up?"

[onthedot]

"Not soon enough it seems." Peggy rubs her throat and glances at the milling crowd that's slowly departing. It worries her that she cannot get a solid feel for this place. It worries her more that she can't bring forth memories she knows ought to be there to corroborate the feelings she's having. There is so much she is currently missing and it isn't safe to ask about any of it, now is it?

"A day ago, perhaps."

[a_man_out_of_time]

He can see the concern in her eyes, and her suspicion of her surroundings.

"I woke up thirteen days ago-" It's been barely two weeks and he was giving speeches to the masses. "-it went exactly as I described up there."

The next part he says at a low whisper, just so she can hear. "But I can't believe that my memories were just glitches. Especially not if we have the same ones."

The first time he could talk to Bucky alone, Steve had asked what he remembered for many, different reasons, one of which was to verify that they had shared memories. By the way Peggy had looked at him, he was willing to bet that they had shared memories too.

But then Steve turned his volume back up again. "What sector did they assign you to?"