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Daycycle 19 [Jan 31 - Feb 6]

DAYCYCLE 19
[ JAN 31 - FEB 6 ]

MORNING

Troubleshooter Team: B. Allen and A. Parrish
Mission: A crack in the reservoir has been discovered and you are to seal it with a massive supply of temporary sealant until a better correction can be found. This is dangerous work and will require high skill and patience, lest the entertainment sector be flooded.

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

Specials will return to their RED clearance housing this daycycle, except for S. Rogers who is an ORANGE citizen and will once again be the solo occupant of his room.

Intel: It is believed that R. Palmer was attacked and blown up by anti-specials yesterday evening. Anyone with information on this crime is to report to IntSec immediately.

AFTERNOON

R. Palmer will be reassigned to his quarters this afternoon at 1200 and will be given the rest of the day off to re-acclimate to Alpha.

Any citizen in a confession booth today at 1400 will be temporarily trapped for the next 45 minutes until an override code can be found and applied.

EVENING

There will be a Creative Writing Club meeting in the RED Common Room this evening at 1900 where members will read their creative works out loud for members and guests.

Sleep aid gas will be expelled into the barracks this evening at 2100.

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The words 'creative writing' meant one thing to him, and that thing was poetry. He had dabbled a little with writing some since arriving here, but this place was so lacking in inspiration with all its drab metal that he'd struggled to find the right words to express himself. Perhaps surrounding himself with like-minded people would be just the ticket.

Not to mention, if anybody in this place knew where to get wine or other luxuries, it would be the poets, surely.

So he meandered along to the common room at roughly seven, finding a chair to drape himself in (not that any of them were as comfortable as what he was used to, all this stiff sitting upright all the time was terrible for a person, he was quite sure), and settled down to listen to what creative words anybody else might have dragged out of themselves in this terrible place.

Funnily enough, the words 'creative writing' meant something different all together to Tony and that thing was entertainment. This place was sorely lacking in it, unless you were enthralled with it's knock off of Oprah Winfrey, which it seemed like the majority of the population was.

He arrives late, but there's still plenty of seating room and he takes a chair by another Special he's seen around. He crosses his arms and listens to the story being read by a nervous redhead with a pile of freckles across her nose. She reminds him a little of Pepper and that brings a painful twinge of homesickness.

He pulls out small flask he purchased on the infrared market and takes a drink.

Maecenas is bored by the tale, he's not rude enough to try and stifle somebody else's creative expression (though, if asked, he'd quite happily go through a lengthy list of where the girl went wrong) but he's also not going to give his attention to something that doesn't do enough work to hold it, so he allows his gaze to meander around the room, settling on the man who's taken a seat beside him. He casts a faintly intrigued eye over the man and is about to move on when he sees the flask and catches the tiniest whiff of what he's pretty sure is alcohol. It's possible the scent isn't related, that it's come from somewhere else or he's imagining it, but he doesn't want to ignore the possibility he's found one of things he's looking for in this place.

Leaning in, he flashes the older man a lazy smile. "Think you had the right idea, bringing your own refreshments."

He's almost positive that the hipster looking guy lounging next to him is leaning over to tell him to put his refreshments away and so he's positively surprised to find that he doesn't. Tony raises his eyebrows and after a moment of hesitation, he shifts, pulling another out of one of the many pockets in his red pants.

"It'd be bad form not to bring a backup," he says with a small shrug. Technically, he was planning to store that back in the room, but considering he's managed to piss off the biggest kleptomaniac he's ever met - and he knows Winona Ryder personally, or did back in the day - it probably wouldn't have stayed there long anyway.

He hands it over. He's got enough credits to buy more and at least this way he can honestly report to Captain Perfect that he hasn't been drinking alone.

Edited 2016-02-11 05:05 (UTC)

Clearly, he had made the right choice, he took the flask with a murmured thank you and took a sip from it. It wasn't wine, but it had a pleasant burn and it would get him intoxicated and really, that was all that mattered.

"Well this will certainly make the evening more bearable," he commented dryly, leaning back in his chair "Maecenas, by the way." he introduced himself.

"Stark," Tony replied, assuming Maecenas was a last name or this guy's parents really hated him. He takes another sip and pockets the flask for later as a new writer stands up and starts reading their story about two Troubleshooters in love.

"I thought this would be entertaining, but it looks like it's just another form of sleeping gas."

"Nice to meet you," he nodded, turning his attention briefly back to the reader - until he realised it was yet more sickening, poorly written prose, and he just rolled his eyes and went back to his new drinking partner.

"I know what you mean," he agreed "Do you think any of them will have written any poetry? And, more importantly, if they have...will it just be as bad as this?"

There is something decidedly unsettling about the reservoir. For all intents and purposes, it might look like a man made pond, except for the fact that it's surrounded by cement instead of grass. It actually looks like a large vat of blue black water that the richer citizens take their yachts for a spin on. He hasn't actually been here before, so the signs indicating there's no lifeguard on duty and the elaborate and modern looking boats docked on the far side of the reservoir are interesting.

Not quite as interesting as the equipment that he was handed for his mission though. Two wet suits, diving gear and a gun with R&D tested temporary sealant to seal up the crack in the cement wall that keeps the reservoir form spilling over into the Entertainment sector. With the advanced technology here, he would've thought they'd have a better way of repairing the problem than with a temporary solution. Though when he'd said so to the briefing officer she'd politely reminded him that questioning orders was treason.

Needless to say, he hadn't asked any other questions. He just hoped that A. Parrish had more sense than their superiors did.

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Adam was just a little bit late. This is strange for him because he is never late. He's always prompt and dependable. His only excuse is that he's new and is still finding his way around, learning which pathway leads to where. When he spots the reservoir and a man standing next to it, he's decidedly embarrassed. Just his luck to make this kind of first impressing. All to say that history has proven that Adam Parrish has very little, if any, luck at all.

Tall and slender, with tanned skin, gaunt cheeks, sandy hair and bright blue eyes, Adam arrives at the reservoir at a jog. He shakes his head with a whispered apology and then looks down to the wet suits and gun. His curiosity gets the better of him before he even thinks to introduce himself and he reaches for the gun with the sealant in it. One brow arches high as he looks between it and the static water. His expression says 'really?'.

He too would have thought there would be a better solution than a temporary fix. His mind is already working through how to replace the piping itself if they had the tools and the parts to do so.

"Uhm..." He snaps out of it and looks briefly to the other man before looking quickly away. This could be seen as shyness. But Adam has always had a hard time looking people in the eyes. "I'm Adam. Hi. So... they don't have actual pipes to replace the broken areas?"

Barry stiffens slightly when he reaches for the gun, but he hands it over without much of a fight. His partner is definitely younger than him, but he doesn't look dangerous and the expression is one that's more of curiosity than anything else. Barry's pretty sure he made the same expression when he'd been handed the gun.

"Hey, Adam," Barry says, giving him an easy smile. "I'm Barry." He holds out one of the wetsuits to him and shakes his head. "Considering the technology around this place, you'd think they would but I was told it was classified. We've got this to work with and not much else. They said we have ten seconds to spread it with the gloves on the suits before it hardens and seals."

"Have you ever been scuba diving before?"

Adam can be dangerous only in an intellectual way. He isn't dangerous to people who don't pose a threat to him in any way. If he feels threatened in any way, Cabeswater will usually protect him. There isn't any Cabeswater here though, not as far as he can tell. Which leaves Adam defenseless. It's strange. In his world he'd only just learned that Cabeswater, ley lines, points of mystical convergence were all over the world.

This must not be their world.

Barry seems nice too, so far. That smile is non-threatening even as Adam takes the offered wet suit with a quietly murmured 'thanks'. He's supposed to put this on? Adam has never worn a wet suit before. Ten seconds doesn't seem like enough time. But maybe it's just that easy to do.

He shakes his head. "I've never been scuba diving. But I can swim and stay under water for awhile." Awhile, meaning at least ten seconds if not a little more. "How far down is it? Do you know?"

"I went once," Barry says with a small shrug. "When I was a kid." He hadn't really paid as much attention as he probably should have, but he remembers enough to keep both of them safe. Joe had taken him and Iris to Coast City when they were thirteen. The thought gives him a sudden bout of home sickness.

His brow furrows as he looks down at the dark water. "The officer back at headquarters said it was about twelve feet down. There's supposed to be lights on our gear, but I don't see any. Do you?"

Adam starts inspecting the gear, looking for lights. There's nothing obvious that he can see. But then, considering that most things here seem to be much more high tech than what Adam is accustomed to, he reaches a reasonable assumption that may or may not be accurate as he tries to suss out how everything is supposed to work. "Maybe they're woven into the fabric."

He looks up and around, spotting a small shed like building just to the side. "Let's go change and check it out?" It's said as a question, mostly because Adam is no leader. If there's something else they should be doing, then he'll concede to that.

It was shortly after dinner before Barry was able to finally seek out his friend. The mission to repair the reservoir had taken the majority of the day and had required both him and Adam, no matter how much he wanted to see Ray in one piece again for himself. That and their brief conversation over the network had been odd enough considering the circumstances, but for some reason had left him feeling as if something was odd.

He had eaten as quickly as it was possible to eat the food and then had headed to Ray's room, hoping to catch him alone. He knocked on the door and waited, sticking his hands in his pockets and looking up and down the hallway.

The door popped open not long after Barry knocked, a brief moment between curiosity and recognition putting a smile back on Ray's more subdued than usual face. Barry wasn't the only one left feeling off since Ray got back on his feet.

"Barry! Hey, come on in." The door swung wide as Ray stepped backward to give his friend room. Normally a pretty tidy guy, Ray's section of the room was certainly ... frazzled-looking. As if he'd been searching for something he'd been unable to find.

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Daycycle 19 [Jan 31 - Feb 6]

DAYCYCLE 19

[ JAN 31 - FEB 6 ]

Daycycle 19: Debriefing

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Mission: Barry & Adam

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Evening: Barry & Ray

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