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The Computer ([personal profile] computerized) wrote in [community profile] alphalogs2016-01-31 10:46 pm

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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Evening | Open

[personal profile] smirkinbackground 2016-02-02 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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Mission: Barry & Adam

[personal profile] runsonwater 2016-02-03 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited (Spelling) 2016-02-03 02:52 (UTC)
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Evening: Barry & Ray

[personal profile] runsonwater 2016-02-11 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
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.