Daycycle 16 [JAN 11-15]

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DAYCYCLE 16

[ JAN 11 - 15 ]

MORNING

Troubleshooter Team: G. Maecenas and T. Stark

Mission:  Apprehend the rogue scientist Naldo Daly and bring him into custody to stand trial for his crimes against Alpha Complex.

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

Specials will remain in their temporary quarters until repairs are completed on their RED quarters.

1202 - S. Rogers - G. Maecenas

1203 - A. Hardison  - Parker

1204 - R.Palmer - B. Allen

1205 - D.Grayson - T. Stark

1206 - J.Wilcox - M. Farrell

1207 - S.Groves - L. Martin

1208 - P. Carter

Intel: Rumor has it that the Illuminati will be meeting at an unknown location tonight.

AFTERNOON

At noon a hate demonstration will be held in the commissary against the Specials.  Any Specials present will be called out for being traitors who think they’re better than everyone else.  The hate demonstration will be met with some pushback from those Alpha Troubleshooters who were affected by Steve Roger’s speech.  The demonstration clearly dwindles into a fist fight that has to be pulled apart by a squad of Internal Security guards.

EVENING

At 1930 Alpha Complex will be rocked by an explosion from the Power Services sector followed by a blackout that will last approximately two hours.  During that time only devices with independent battery sources will be available for use.

There is no sleep aid gas expelled tonight..

Comments

[sanguinescry]

His response surprises a sound out of Lydia, something caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob before the laughter takes over. She's crying and she doesn't realize it, but she's laughing, too, because he's so stupid and she loves him and she knows she's safe with Ray.

"Shut up," she half laughs, half sobs, shaking her head against his chest.

Belatedly, she realizes that she's literally clinging to the poor man like her life depends on it and she lets out a shaking huff of a sigh before finally letting go. "I was wandering too, because I'm the stupidest genius," she admits, sniffing a little as she wipes her face with her palms. Lydia finally turns the screen of her device back on, then, illuminating the space between them and leaving her squinting as her eyes adjusted.

[shrinkage]

He laughs back, happy to hear that she's coming back from the scare.

"Hey, can I join your club? That's right up my alley." He doesn't have tissues or handkerchiefs to offer, but Ray can at least just be still and let Lydia work herself out in this moment. If nothing else, talking with her makes it easier to get back to himself, too. Yesterday's random drugging had restructured his thought process enough that he still isn't sure which way is up.

Realizing he still cares about a friend is a pretty good salve for that kind of illness, at least.

[sanguinescry]

Shaking her head, Lydia laughs again. "God..." she mutters, amused, as she's wiping her eyes again with the heels of her palms. "You can join the club if you promise you won't ever leave me here, huh? Sometimes I think you and Barry are the only reason I haven't gone completely bonkers from the stress," she said.

[shrinkage]

"Deal. Well, as much as I can guarantee something I barely understand." He chuckles again, and moves around Lydia to one of the work tables. There's got to be some version of a tissue box around here, right?

"Full disclosure: I was wandering around trying to see if I could access some unused sub-sectors I found in some blueprints." He turns his PDC on, using the ambient light from the screen to try to get a better look around the room. The light turns toward his face, which sports a mischievous grin. "Figure you should know, since you'd probably be suspected as an accomplice, now."

Only half-successful, Ray breathes an a-ha! and holds out a box of lab tissues toward Lydia.

[sanguinescry]

Running her hand through her hair, Lydia watches Ray move and presses her lips together. Of course he's been wandering to get himself into trouble, that's just what Ray does.

"Great, thanks for that, sweetie," she sighs with playful dramatics.

She smiles a little and takes the box with a whispered, "thank you." Lydia clears her throat as she takes a tissue and dabs at her eyes and then her nose. "What do you want them for?" she asks, "the sub-sectors? What are you up to...?"

[shrinkage]

Ray barks out a slightly too-loud laugh at Lydia's dramatics. He'll never get tired of her generous use of terms of endearment. He does catch himself, hushing his voice to a whisper and closing the space between them again to keep the quiet intact.

"Well-- don't you think it'd be nice for the Specials to have somewhere to gather?"

[sanguinescry]

Still looking amused, Lydia quickly holds a finger up to her lips at his slightly too-loud laugh, because the last thing either of them needs is to be caught in the forensics lab in the middle of a blackout with no explanation beyond "we were just wandering around in the dark, no big deal."

Ray moves closer so that he can keep his voice low but now that she's not afraid for her safety, that closeness is more distracting than it is comforting. Lydia chews on her bottom lip and looks back up at him.

"Do you think that would be safe...?"

[shrinkage]

"We have to start trusting each other. Otherwise, we're never going to find any answers."

He shrugs; the idea of personal safety has never stopped Ray from doing what he believes is right. Unfortunately that sometimes coincides with doing what's stupid.

"If that just means someone has to take the risk first, then that's what I'll do."

[sanguinescry]

Lydia shakes her head a little. "No, that's not what I mean. I'm not worried so much about the other Specials as I am getting found and reported as a secret society," she admits. "We have to think bigger picture perspective, is it worth the risk, you know what I mean?"

Which is not to say that she's counting herself out, because she isn't. Lydia steps back from Ray and starts toward the door leading out of the forensics lab, her hand covering the screen of her PDC to stifle the bright light. "Well, are you coming or not? Let's go before I change my mind," she whispers to him, a little grin on her face as she nods out toward the hall.