Daycycle 2 [ November 4-6 ]

[computerized]

DAYCYCLE 2

[ November 4-6 ]

Morning

Breakfast goes mostly without incident this morning, though some might find some unpleasant pieces of hardware in their soylent red this morning.  It appears a drone, blinded by an inappropriate use of upholstery, crashed and landed in a vat of the mixing stuff yesterday.  On the plus side, there might be some useful tech salvageable for those willing to break it out and piece it together.

As a special, you are still being singled out by the majority of the other Troubleshooters, though two or three offer congratulations to Parker and Bucky Barnes on their mission yesterday. It’s rare that one contestant makes it through an entire run of Trouble Survivor, let alone two.  If their behavior hadn’t been quite so eccentric, MC might have thought of offering them a permanent spot on the entertainment network.  As it is, they are back in the Troubleshooting pool with everyone with the added benefit of being minor celebrities.

Your Briefing Officer is brief, as always, in assigning missions.  Today’s fare is much less interesting.

Troubleshooter Team: Alec Hardison & Maria Hill

Mission:  Shortly before her fatal accident, Janice Remes performed a complete inventory of Warehouse 93, but they still haven’t forwarded her written reports to Production Control.  We’ve made numerous electronic requests for information, but they keep telling us the report isn’t there.  Go to the warehouse and find her report so we can bring Warehouse’s 93’s incompetence to Internal Security’s attention.

Troubleshooter Team: Natasha Romanoff & Matt Ferrall

Mission:There was a mutant attack on a guard outside of the Armed Forces Sector last night.  The mutant scum was injured in the scuffle, but managed to escape with valuable intel.  Your mission is to track down the injured mutant and retrieve the intel.  

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

Intel

• Corpore Metal is recruiting again.  Members are most recognizable by their metal upgrades.  Metal upgrades are not traitorous, unless they are beyond current allowed specifications.  

• The vending machine on the 24th floor was distributing exploding bottles of Bouncy Bottle Beverage.  This is dangerous when opened near a flame.  Inspect all bouncy bottle beverages you see and request information on it’s origin.

Afternoon:

The afternoon is blessedly free of explosions or mishaps.  At 1600 Corridor Running takes place in the RED sleeping corridors, as races are held to see who can beat each other’s best times.  This results in some infighting among the RED Troubleshooters, but is casualty free.

Evening:

At approximately 1800 the Armed Forces Entertainers put on a show in the Commissary for citizens of all clearance levels.  A banner is hung across the front of a stage that reads “Winning the War on Treason for over 100 yearcycles!”  The show consists of dancers, singers and a celebrity visit from everyone’s favorite talk show host, Teela O’Malley.  Sleep aid gas is expelled into the sleeping quarters at 2100.

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Daycycle 2: Debriefing

[computerized]

You are welcome to play out missions from any point (beginning, middle, end) but are not required to. You will, however need to provide information on the debriefing post below once you've determined with the other players involved how the mission played out. You can indicate if the mission is complete (finished), pending investigation (still being discussed occly), or in progress (currently being threaded out.) You are encouraged to approach other characters for assistance with missions whenever possible, as almost every sector has a playable character. They may be able to provide you with valuable information from their roles within Alpha Complex or assistance in tracking down a traitor. You'll soon find out that the more avenues you have through the bureaucratic nightmare that Alpha Complex is, the better.

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.

<b>Mission Status:</b> Complete (Finished), Pending Investigation (Being discussed oocly) or <a href=THREAD LINK>In Progress</a> (link to your thread, if there is one). <b>Troubleshooters</b> <b>Mission outcome:</b> <b>Alpha Complex Damage:</b> <b>Traitorous Casualties:</b> <b>Citizen Casualties:</b> <b>Intel gained:</b>

Hardison and Maria

[geekage]

Mission Status: Complete
Troubleshooters Hardison and Maria Hill
Mission outcome: Remes' report was misfiled and has been forwarded on for review. There is several thousand credits of supplies missing. Upon further investigation, it looks as if her death may not have been the accident it was reported as.
Alpha Complex Damage: Thousands of stolen goods.
Traitorous Casualties: None
Citizen Casualties: None
Intel gained: Remes was killed for discovering that items were going missing in the warehouse.

Re: Daycycle 2: Debriefing

[hackboy]

Mission Status: Complete
Troubleshooters Natasha Romanoff and Matt Farrell
Mission outcome: We found the person responsible and Natasha 'convinced' him to give up the intel and then she brought him back to hand him over.
Alpha Complex Damage: None
Traitorous Casualties:None
Citizen Casualties:None.
Intel gained: Retrieved the lost intel and delivered it to proper sources.

Dick Grayson | Morning

[utilitybelted]

There was a thing in his breakfast. A couple of sneaky sidelong glances suggest he is not the only one who's found something. Breaking apart the - for want of a better word - food, he carefully extricated the scrap of technology. Now, on the outside he frowned, slightly disturbed by the intrusion, internally there was definite glee. So he didn't have his equipment, clearly the universe was telling him to make some.

In the blink of an eye the tiny, broken thing was secreted in one of his many pockets, and he was leaning over to his neighbour.
"Hey, this piece is all clear, you want to swap?" He asked looking pointedly at the tiny visible glint of metal in their meal.

Re: Dick Grayson | Morning

[hackboy]

"Yeah, sure." Matt passed it over when Dick leaned in. The food was at least filling if nothing else and if the kid could make something with the metal that'd be useful, all the better.

Re: Dick Grayson | Morning

[utilitybelted]

"Excellent," Dick grinned, switching his slightly crumbled but technology free soylent for Matt's before digging in to the new piece to get the metal out. "Matt, wasn't it? This is a pretty appointing turn of events, wonder how many people I can convince to let me keep their free gifts..."

Re: Dick Grayson | Morning

[hackboy]

"I don't know, you might be able to talk Alec or Natasha into it. They seemed pretty okay when I met them yesterday." Matt eyed the bowl of soylent warily before glancing over at Dick.

"...Any idea what's in that stuff, anyway?"

[shrinkage]

The tray slides toward Dick, Ray's own soylent already dug away to reveal about 60% of the part inside.

Whereas Ray had been previously scowling down at what he suspected was possibly some kind of a small power source, a smile accompanies his offering to the kid. It was easier to eat around the other specials, considering the regulars seem to dislike his abundant friendliness even more than his unearned status.

"Please, it's all yours. Must've been some mishap down there..."

[utilitybelted]

"Tell me about it, right?" Dick agreed, eagerly digging out the foreign object, his glee difficult to disguise. It wasn't just any old part, it was a useful part, but he realised after a moment that he should probably be being more subtle, so he forced his smile back to something less manic and the part disappeared into a pocket with a flick of his wrist. Sleight of hand, just like your very best stage magician, it was amazing how handy that sort of thing became in his line of work.

"Dick Grayson, by the way, don't think we've been introduced."

[shrinkage]

Ray hums in appreciation for Dick's ability to suddenly squirrel away his contraband. That's not a skill you see every day.

"Ray Palmer. I spent the day yesterday a little out of sorts. Feel a little clearer today at least." Between all that happiness and his tango with the hostage situation, Ray wasn't just out of sorts. Disorienting is sure not a strong enough word. "So, are you a magician and an engineer?"

[offtherail]

Bucky had had his fill of drone exploits the day before. He passed his tray over to his roommate, not even bothering to take the food from Dick's tray after. He had spent the morning staring at the PDC that was apparently a necessary tool for his future career as a threat assessor and trying to learn how it worked without getting assistance from the strangers he really didn't trust to begin with.

As far as roommates went, Dick was fine, and Bucky had no problems with him. He didn't think of Dick as nearly as much of a threat as the non-special REDs in their corridor.

"Knock yourself out. I'm trying to cut back on the metal in my diet." A few minutes later there was a frustrated growl from the soldier whose prosthetic arm was tucked into his jumpsuit pocket as it had been all morning. He was trying to make the PDC function with one hand and had managed to confuse the hyphens and periods for digital morse code. That may have still proven useful to the soldier were he not inputting it into what was essentially a notepad function on the device.

"How do you change frequency on this damn radio?"

[utilitybelted]

Dick took the offered tray with a snicker at his roommate's joke. They hadn't really had a chance to talk much yet, not with how quickly they all fell asleep (and he really had a problem with that whole sleeping gas thing), but the guy seemed alright.

He extricated the pieces stuck in Bucky's soylent and tucked them away in his pockets with the others, glancing sidelong at his roommate occasionally as he worked. The other man seemed to be having trouble with something, but Dick didn't like to but in - it wasn't until Bucky actually spoke that he leaned over to take a look at it.

"Well, uh, that's not the radio for a start..."

[offtherail]

"I have seen people talking into them, but I can't figure out how to change it to find the frequency people are talking on. And I'm not sure it's sending any of the messages I have tried to tap out." He had at least figured out what the dot and dashes were for. Or so it seemed to him.

He didn't mind seeing Dick outside of their shared room. He seemed like a good man. He didn't seem that young to Bucky and while he didn't know what Dick wanted with the drone scraps, he was curious about it. They were no use to him aside from as a weapon, and they were not ideal for that. He needed a proper weapon. Something at least sharper and more durable than scrap metal.

"How do you get a message out?"

Bucky Barnes; RED Sleeping Corridor; Afternoon; Open

[offtherail]

After reporting for training and instruction, Bucky left work to wander the commissary and enjoy the chance to explore without an electronic shadow following his every movement. He still had not lowered his guard, though this day he was wearing the prosthetic arm provided to him by the Alpha Complex scientists. He had his jumpsuit sleeves rolled, making his prosthetic arm a bit more obvious than he was comfortable with, but Bucky was more interested in gauging reactions to it.

After an unappetizing lunch, he returned to RED sleeping corridors to see what the other REDs did with their free time, and even participated in the race, his competitive nature sparked by the activities. And the fight that broke out afterwards was an all too welcome distraction after coming down from his second dose of HappiTime for the day a little too early. If anyone tried to get him in trouble for it, he would claim he had been trying to break up the fighting.

He was still in the RED corridors after the fighting broke up, and he used the time to explore the common room to the north. He ended up taking a seat there for a while to study his PDC and try to remember what he had been told about how to use it. Mellowed out by a third dose of HappiTime in his system.

[geekage]

Hardison had been present for the race, which he had watched with mild curiosity. He supposed even in a technologically advanced future like this there would still be jocks trying to prove who was the fastest and the strongest. But then there was this guy, with one arm and looking as determined as any of the others. He even got in some really good punches despite his disadvantage. It was impressive.

Hardison followed him to the common room and took a seat beside him. "Sounds like you were one race away from a payout before the fighting broke out."

[offtherail]

"Shame how it turned out." Bucky wasn't entirely sure that fight had not been an intentional way of cutting him and the other leading runner out of the running. But it had at least been a good distraction for a while. And getting the fight out of his system had helped. He needed to blow off steam.

He had taken a few punches and kicks of his own, but those were easy enough to handle. He had been in worse fights. He smiled at the man who had come to join him, and it was a triumphant expression really.

"It was fun, though. How about you? I didn't see you running. Part of the crowd?" There was nothing wrong with that, but he remembered most of the faces of those who had come to blows with him, and Hardison wasn't one of them.

[geekage]

"Maybe next time," Hardison said with a shrug. Though as far as he could tell the game had been rigged from the beginning. "Yeah, I was watching. I'm not much for running." Unless it was away from the cops.

"Not much of a fighter either. But you held your own. You do that often?"

Parker | Afternoon: Open: KABOOM

[whosalicewhite]

The afternoon is not free of explosions. It's only free of official or rebellious explosions. With the rumours of the Bouncy Bottle Beverages going BOOM, Parker's got to test this out. Thus, she's on the roof, nearly 300 feet in the air. Lined up on a ledge are two dozen bottles, ready to test run.

Look out below! The first bottle zooms towards the ground. It may be small but it accelerates quickly enough to be dangerous to anyone upon which it lands.

KABOOM!

[offtherail]

Dodging falling explosives was not on Bucky's to do list for the day, so when one it the ground several feet behind him, the sound set off all the wrong memories and reactions. He threw himself to the ground as far forward as he could get and then looked for something to roll under, ssuming a grenade had gone off.

The liquid could have easily been blood and mud as it was Bouncy Beverage, and the ringing in his ear was all too familiar. It took a moment for him to remember his pistol was useless, as they had never given him the rest of it to make it work. And when that was out of the question he decided on pinpointing the direction the attacker was throwing from. Risking shrapnel for a quick look.

But there was not a grenade-style ditch of destruction at his back. Just an impact cracked and shattered walkway covered in beverage and pieces of plastic that had been turned into projectile weapons for some of the more unfortunate nearby walls.

The observation did nothing to still the shake in his limbs or the racing beat of his heart, but it did paint a picture of a very specific and repetitively hit area.

The next bottle slams and explodes, and the velocity of it is far too quick to be scene before the sounds and explosion, and this one leaves a piece of plastic embedded in his jumpsuit leg and his suit drenched in sticky liquid. He looks up and down the street before looking up, and then he gives the target zone a wide berth, circling around it before going into the closest building. Higher ground offers better vantages for finding out what the hell is going on.

When he gets to the top, he tries to take a quieter approach, easing the door shut behind himself and taking careful steps and slow looks around corners to try and check the area. The bottles had to be coming from somewhere, and Bucky's intent is to find the where before even trying to further assess the situation at hand. It's just a matter of who notices who first.

[whosalicewhite]

Parker's been having a blast (pun intended) ridding the world of exploding Bouncy Beverage. If this place provided amusements like this more often, she could survive well here. Explosions are fun.

When the door closes, Parker's ears do pick up a noise. Along with her reflexes, her hearing's excellent, otherwise she couldn't hear the clicks in the safes' locks. It's important for her profession, and if there's one thing Parker is, besides insane, it's a professional.

When Chucky does find her nest of explosives, there will be no one there. On the other hand, it will be so recently vacated, that the skin of an office chair upon which she was sitting, will still be warm.

She'll show up. Give her a few seconds.

[offtherail]

The only inclination that gives him a clue it might have been Parker is the fabric on the ground. He recognizes the style of her work, but it's possible someone else in the complex also had a knack for skinning inanimate objects. He gives a quick lean to peer over the edge and circles her nest once before scanning the rooftop with a slight frown.

Her talent for vanishing into thin air was unsettling, but also, he wished he had the skill to do the same. He was a good soldier and he could conceal himself well, but what she could do was almost magic like in quality.

"Parker?" Maybe it was her, maybe it wasn't. He wasn't even sur what sort of terms they were on after their mission. But if she was the one up there, they could at least give talking a try. If it was anyone other than her they were getting a serious beat down.

Natasha Romanoff | Morning | Troubleshooter Mission

[widows_kiss]

She's a little surprised to find a mission waiting among her assignments for the morning, one with a familiar name attached to it, so she hangs back after the debriefing, flipping through the intel she has on the attack from the night before and waiting for the others to clear out so she can catch Matt alone and see what they are to do about this.

Yesterday had barely scratched the surface on her exploration and digging into what was really going on in this place. She'd intended to do more today, but she could put it on hold for this. She still wanted to be seen playing along, after all. And a chance to ask some questions of one of the rebelling groups could be useful as well.

So despite being tossed right into the action, she looks relaxed and calm about the assignment as she glances up from the intel to find Matt.

Re: Natasha Romanoff | Morning | Troubleshooter Mission

[hackboy]

In what universe did he look like someone capable of hunting down and getting intel from a mutant? Sure he'd gotten himself into trouble at home, but that hadn't been intentional, and he hadn't exactly been capable of doing a lot.

Except running, and hiding, and helping a couple of times.

So he catches up to Natasha and eyes her for a moment. "...Please tell me you're some kind of secret ninja type because otherwise, we're both dead here." She hadn't tried to kill him so he was banking on not being a target if she was.

[widows_kiss]

"Secret ninja type?" she echoes when he hurries over, amusement flickering across her face as she pushes herself to her feet to join him. "Hate to disappoint you, but I'm not a ninja. Secret or otherwise. But don't be so pessimistic. It will be fine. I take it you're not the fighting type?"

That didn't really take a great master of deduction to figure out.

[hackboy]

"Yeah, sure it will." Just like his last job had been fine.

"Bot really. I figured I'd take some classes after my knee healed maybe, but I spent most of my time behind a computer screen."