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Daycycle 18 [ JAN 26-30]
MORNING
Matt Farrell will be woken up at 0400 when a squad of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Jason Wilcox for treason. He is led away at gunpoint and any requests for information will be denied by higher level officers, claiming it’s classified. Any digging done outside of sanctioned channels will reveal that he was believed to have been stealing medical equipment and supplies.
There is a new briefing officer in place this morning. She speaks in a sugary sweet voice and smiles often. Rumor has it she was on the execution squad that finished of the worst traitors in Death Leopard.
Troubleshooter Team: Parker and R. Lynch
Mission: These fine recruits need practice in small unit tactics. You will each have a team of three recruits and will lead them as they are pitted against each other in small unit tactical skirmishes. You’re units are to engage in three to five armed skirmishes against each other. You will take note of each recruit’s accuracy, obedience and courage under fire. Fill out these forms indicating each recruit’s performance and turn them in, along with surviving recruits, at the nearest Vulture Squadron barracks. The Troubleshooter with the most survivors will be awarded a credit reward.
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 - M. Farrell
1207 - S.Groves - L. Martin
1208 - P. Carter - A. Patterson
1209 - R. Lynch
Intel: Free Enterprise has begun manufacturing weapons for sale to the highest secret society bidders. Any information about these weapons should be reported immediately.
AFTERNOON
There is a high-level game of PowerGolf being held this afternoon in the Tech Services sub-sector Delta with many BLUE and VIOLET clearance citizens. The game will be broadcast across the Complex. Rumor has it that Free Enterprise will offer any citizen the ability to place bets on the outcome. Increased security is apparent and all RED Troubleshooters will be pulled to work crowd control and police the game.
EVENING
The Alpha City Library is hosting a special reading of it’s high-clearance level novels this evening in a desperate attempt to attract interest and sponsorship from the Alpha Complex masses. The book chosen is so notoriously racy that it has been forbidden to most clearance levels for nearly a decade. There is a small fee to attend, but drinks and food will be provided.
Sleep aid gas will be expelled into the barracks this evening at 2100.
Daycycle 18: Debriefing
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.
for dick grayson!
her phone in hand ready to send the message, root's unaware she's being watched by another member of the society. she pauses near a secured server closet, contemplating the next 14 minutes she could use to potentially save a bunch of citizens from using up their clones. or to move herself to a safe location and see if nameless will live up to their threat.
13 minutes.
decisions, decisions... ]
Re: for dick grayson!
The tricky part is locating the initiate herself, that's the only information he couldn't manage to get hold of, but he heads down to the tech sub-sector to take a look around and come up with a back up plan in case she's unsuccessful. It's there that he spots the woman who is obviously checking the place out (when you make a habit of casing places, it gets a little easier to spot other people doing the same). He watches her for a while, debating his course of action, before eventually sidling up to her and giving her a friendly grin.]
...Need a hand?
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she turns to face him, returning her own smirk. ]
Usually I don't require praise, but I'll accept if you're offering.
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[Well, that gave him a chuckle, and he nodded slightly to concede a well-made joke, but his expression soon turned serious]
I mean with the encryption [he's keeping his voice low to avoid anybody overhearing, there doesn't seem to be anybody around but you can't be too careful]
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if she shouldn't know this, lmk and i'll rewrite <3
Nah that's cool ^^
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For Tony Stark
It all added up to barely having seen the room beyond the few minutes after he tumbled into bed before the sleep gas, the half-asleep stumbling around getting dressed in the morning, or the silent moments while he snuck in well after curfew, having used the invisibility gadget to do a little out-of-hours snooping.
Today is different though, the afternoon held enough excitement and he's taking the evening off, so he heads back to the new quarters much earlier than usual. Hopefully Hardison is there, he wouldn't mind some company.
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Mostly. Today, though he's working on dissecting a bot brain he's bought from the commissary and he needs a place where he can work interruption free. What better place than in his room where his roommate never seems to be.
He's got tools and bot brains spread out across both beds and he's batting out a small fire on Dick's bed with a pillow when the door opens. He freezes, looking the kid over.
"Can I help you?" And by 'can I help you' he means, get out.
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Well. That's not Hardison.
There's a number of thoughts that run through his head when he walks in on Tony, starting with who the fuck are you?, detouring through whatever you're doing it looks interesting and finishing up in what IS he doing?, so for a split second he doesn't know where to start - until he zeroes in on what Tony was doing exactly when he walked in, and then he's at least got his first priority, even if he doesn't have anywhere to go after that.
"...You could help me by not setting fire to my bed?" he offered with a raised eyebrow, nodding towards the merrily crackling little flames that were starting to pick up now that Tony wasn't specifically trying to put them out.
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( sciencing gone bad, late evening )
the other problem with doing all of that is when you try to apply multiple stolen parts that you don't fully understand into some semblance of this really great piece of body armor you use at home. something something hubris. ]
Do... [ ray presses the first of three red buttons, and it lights up. ]
Re... [ with a smirk, he hits the next, which also lights up. ]
[ anyone creeping around the autocar garages in the technical services section might hear his sing-songing from one of the currently decommissioned stations that had started mysteriously malfunctioning about two weeks ago.
ray presses the last little red button atop the mangled hodge-podge of wiring and plastic. ]
Egoooon...
[ at first nothing happens. he breathes a deep sigh of relief and reaches forward to turn it off again, but his finger never reaches the button.
fortunately the explosion is enough to completely consume him. he doesn't even get to shout in surprise. ]
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It's only when he gets closer to the address he'd been sent that a small feeling of unease begins to take over him. Smoke is billowing from the remains of what used to be an autocar garage and he realizes with a sinking feeling that he's been here before.
He's held back as the firefighters finish fighting the flames. The explosion managed to take out the building and left two twisted hunks of autocars behind. When he is finally allowed inside, there's not much left but charred metal and ashes. There is, however, traces of blood on the one remaining wall. He takes the samples and leaves as quickly as possible.
He tries to raise Ray on his PDC, but with no response. He spends all night in the lab processing the blood sample and trying to disprove the terrible theory that has planted itself in his mind. Even after he has his results he can't quite believe it. He searches through video feed after video feed of the surrounding area, knowing that Ray disabled the one inside the garage, until he finally finds what he's looking for.
At approximately 2000, a grainy image of a man of Ray Palmer's build is seen entering the Autocar garage through the back entrance from a camera half a block away. Thirty minutes later the warehouse explodes.
The man never leaves.]
adam parrish | ota
He follows instruction easily, trying to fit in and not draw any attention to himself. He looks at everything electrical and mechanical along the way with some curious interest, but only in passing. He's still in shock at his being here, so much so that he barely has any energy for anything that isn't a question.
In the afternoon Adam sits alone at a corner table in the commissary eating a late lunch. He's still watching, still trying to make sense of what all of this is, of why he's here. It has a prison feel to it to him. Not that he's ever been to prison. And this is certainly more high-tech than anything he's ever known. Is this a prison? When the golf(?) game is broadcast in the commissary, he decides perhaps it's not a prison. It's something else.
He considers going to the library that night. But when there's mention of an entry fee, he decides it would be wise to save his money for now and walks the complex to try to get a better grasp of his surroundings. Knowledge is power. He needs to know everything there is to know about where he is. There is a distinct lack of Cabeswater here, leaving a gaping hole inside of him that makes him uncomfortable.
When he sees people who look open to conversation Adam might stand there a moment to try to work up the courage to speak with them. He might accomplish that. He might not. If he does approach, it's with an obvious amount of hesitance and he greets a person with a simple 'Hi, I'm new. Uhm...'. He has no idea where to start after that.
In the end, he heads back to his assigned room with some woman named Peggy Carter who he's yet to meet. Sharing a room with a woman? This is so weird. He might end up sleeping out in the hallway to give her privacy.
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"Where the fucking hell have you been?" Because that's an appropriate greeting. Ronan sits down next to Adam, on the same side of the table as him. He looks him over, eyes narrowed. "So what the hell is this place?" Because if anyone has figured it out, he thinks Adam has. He's incredibly relieved to have found Adam, to have someone from home, but more than that: Adam is a piece of Cabeswater and it makes Ronan feel more whole to have Adam close.
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From his perspective, Ronan's approach is like a canon ball out of a canon, like the strike of a snake that's been very still, very quiet, and then all of a sudden fangs pierce your skin. It's very Ronan. Adam looks the snake in the eyes and doesn't back down. He only looks away once Ronan is close, sitting next to him and looking him over.
"I thought it was just me." But he's glad, more so than he would admit aloud, that Ronan is here. A familiar face. A friend. Specifically, Ronan.
Yes, if anyone has figured this place out, it would be astute, invisible, Adam. His gaze skirts the room. "We're in the earth... I can feel that much. Not our Earth. There's no Cabeswater that I can feel." The last is said with a wince and a shake of his head. "I don't know if there's ley lines. I'm trying to reach out, but..." Again, he shakes his head. It almost hurts right now to reach out with Cabeswater, as if that vacant place inside of him is somehow hollowed out even more when he does. He feels like only half of himself got here... wherever here is.
"Advanced tech." He adds after a moment to swallow that discomfort down. "From what I've heard, there's a computer in charge."
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The Specials-haters aren't fun, either.
"Hi, I'm Ray." His large frame plops at the table Adam's procured for himself, and Ray flashes the newcomer a warm smile. "Sometimes the natives get brave when Specials go solo. You're new, but you'll catch on quick."
His head nods to the side, at the not-so-subtle collective glare coming from a few tables down. He also seems to have no trouble shoveling the soylent that's supposed to be breakfast into his mouth. The quicker the better...
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"They'd probably hate us less if we weren't called 'specials'." It makes it seem like they're better in some way, right? Which, they're not... right? "Like we're being set up for failure in the interpersonal relations department."
He makes himself look away from the other table, still wondering why the animosity is there in the first place. It's not like he had a choice in being here, in being (supposedly) cloned. Adam still isn't sure what he believes in what he was told and what he doesn't believe.
His fingers, dirt under the nails as always, curl around the handle of his spoon. "I'm Adam." His gaze gradually lifts to meet Ray's eyes, briefly, before he looks back to whatever this food is in front of him. "I don't really understand why we're here."
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He waits until the briefing is over before making his way to the newbie. "Hey, you're new, huh? Let me guess, you just woke up in this twilight zone yesterday?" He doesn't give him time to respond. "Welcome to the opposite of paradise."
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The man who approaches him has a very relaxed, with an air of 'cool' about him, which makes Adam feel just a little bit awkward. He's that poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks that people like this guy usually don't talk to or even notice. He's the kind of guy that Adam wishes he could be but knows he never will be.
Such an apt description: 'opposite of paradise', maybe a bit foreboding. It makes Adam smirk and look down to the floor. "I keep waiting to wake up." He says, which is ironic since he keeps waiting to wake up at home too. Wake up, Adam. Wake up. "I'm Adam."
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Morning | Troubleshooter Teams
He can be found in the appropriate location, waiting for his recruits. He probably looks hella pissed off because he is. He's pissed off because he's here. He's pissed off because he's confused and he's pissed off because regardless of how many times he clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth Chainsaw (the raven) never shows up. He's also pissed off because he's terrified. Where the hell is Adam, Gansey or Noah? He'd even take Blue right now. Anyone from home would be welcome and he's not even allowed to go searching for them because he has to train some damn piss ant recruits. Whatever the hell that even means. Ronan isn't generally good at going along with authority, but in this case he doesn't know enough to weigh the consequences against the benefits. For all he knows, if he refuses to be a babysitter the guards with the weapons could kill him. He'd like to not die. That'd be awesome. Thanks.
Re: Morning | Troubleshooter Teams
Unbeknownst to either of them, they share the issues with authority, the outfits, and the whole not wanting to die thing.
There will be the oddest, almost whoosh noise and Parker's arrived. She wasn't there a moment before, and now she is. Having been assigned missions before, she knows a little more of the lay of the land and has come prepared.
"New person," do names matter? She still calls Bucky, Chucky. All she wants is his attention, and when she has it, she holds up a piece of paper. It's tilted away from the cameras, it makes Parker's feelings very clear.
Laser tag?
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He gives her a sharp, angry look when she appears (really anger is the only emotion he's remotely comfortable with). He's tense and waiting for something to attack him. It probably doesn't take a genius to see that.
"Ronan," he barks at her, softening enough to get a good look at her paper. When he reads the words, a grin slices across his face. It's crooked and leering, something scary rather than something pleasant. "Fuck yes."
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Despite being here on duty, Root seems to be enjoying the game. The chance to observe the BLUEs and VIOLETs in a more social experience is worth the uneventful patrol. It's easy enough for Root to place inordinate small bets against the BLUE who's expected to come in second using various nonexistent accounts. Once the BLUE does make second place, her own account with FE will see a nice little windfall to the tune of another 3000 credits. Hopefully the guy comes through.
Root sidles up to and nudges another RED, a confused look on her face as she watches the game for a moment.
"Does this resemble any version of golf you know?"
EVENING
She's the cat that ate the canary. Root attends the Library reading (scandalous!) before taking herself for a stroll around the Complex. She sticks to the RED clearance areas, following a relatively boring path of regular daily duties. The only anomaly is when she disappears near the Medical Sector for awhile.
An hour after she disappears, Root emerges through the main entrance with a bounce in her step.
CLOSED TO L MARTIN - ROOM 1207
Despite how ugly those curtains are, the ORANGE-clearance rooms at least mean they don't have to deal with the high school lunch cafeteria aspect of this place. After a stop at the Commissary to get supplies, Root heads back to 1207 with plans to cook something at least slightly more palatable than the slop she's been eating for not even a week, now.
She exhales a chuckle once finished, feigning surprise at the fact that she's made way too much for just one person. Root turns to try to gain Lydia's attention.
"Wanna help me get rid of the evidence? For all I know the Computer'll sanction me for wasting this crap." She smiles good-naturedly then, shrugging. "Of course, you could do its work for it and get a room all to yourself if you turn me in."
lydia | root
Lydia looks up, surprised, when the woman whose name she can't remember if she learned and forgot or just never actually asked offers to share. "Really...?" she asks hopefully, a bright smile lighting up her face. The shit they've been feeding her in this place so far is, at best, tasteless slop. Lydia misses flavor. "No, oh my God, no, I want some. I won't tell anybody," she insists quickly, getting to her feet.
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She chuckles again, moving to the fold-down table. What she puts down onto it ... well. It resembles pizza. Whether it tastes like anything more than cardboard remains to be seen. It's closer to a gelatinous crust with fake ketchup and soy cheese atop it, but hey. You work with what you have, right?
"I'm just hoping it makes settling into this place a little easier." Sure, awful near-pizza doesn't mean Lydia is loyal to Root, but the bond of Specials across the board is that they're out of place here. It's always a good place to start when interrogating people, even casually.
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Power Golf
When the woman nudges him a bit and asks her question, he gives her a death glare coupled with a 'have you lost your damn mind' look. "Do I look like I play golf of any damn sort?"
With his shaved head and the hooks of some sort of tattoo peeking up from the collar of his uniform the answer is probably no, but then Ronan's experience with golf has more to do with the kids he goes to school with and their pastel colored shirts and tasselled loafers. In other words, he's got no idea what a normal golf game should look like.
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"Maybe you use golf clubs for other more aggressive objectives." Sure her attention is split between her chipper new friend and the game, but it doesn't take much for her to form an opinion. "But then again you don't look like a traditional security guard, either."
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