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The Computer ([personal profile] computerized) wrote in [community profile] alphalogs2016-02-28 08:27 pm

Daycycle Day 23 [ FEB 29-MAR 5]

DAYCYCLE 23

[ FEB 29 - MAR 5 ]



MORNING


This morning even the most vehement of those Special haters seem to be preoccupied at the briefing.  The whispers aren’t about the new arrivals but the opportunity to go to the surface.  The Briefing Officer doesn’t waste any time in announcing those that were chosen.  Out of the twelve Troubleshooters selected three specials, Tony Stark, Ray Palmer and Barry Allen, are named as part of the expedition.  Some Troubleshooters seem disappointed while others look extremely relieved at not being named as part of the group.  The expedition will set out at noon with a projected return time of 48 hours.


Troubleshooter Team: D. Grayson and R. Lynch

This particular mission is considered a high-clearance level despite being assigned to RED troubleshooters.  Dick and Ronan will be selected for the mission and immediately led out of the Commissary in order to be told in private.  They are to travel to Bingham’s Arms Emporium located on the outskirts of the Armed Forces sector.  There they are to render the supervisor, Victor Bingham, unconscious and take him to one of the scrub bots located at Internal Security headquarters.  They will be required to wear masks provided when obtaining the traitor in order to protect their identity from retaliation.


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


Intel: The word glitch has begun appearing on confession booths in the Technical Services sector.




AFTERNOON


At approximately 1400 a small explosion will occur in the R&D sector, causing it to be evacuated for the rest of the day.  It is unknown what caused the explosion, but rumor has it that anyone introduced to the invisible gas in the area will begin to go into convulsions before losing consciousness.  That will not stop some people from getting masks and searching the abandoned warehouses for products that will gain money on the black market.




EVENING


At 2000 the Genuine Credit Opportunity Club will hold a special presentation in the Commissary for those interested in earning astonishing amounts of credits for minimal work.  THIS IS NOT A TRIANGLE SCHEME.  Sleeping gas will be expelled at 2100.


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[personal profile] preemptiveforgiveness 2016-03-17 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Matt considers that. He'd gotten a rundown on the various levels from Ray so he knew what she was talking about. His brow furrows and he shakes his head. "Seriously. I think I'd choose a level with better food." Because that's what bothers him more than anything: not the jumpsuits or the roommates, but the food.

He appears to be staring up at the ceiling, but his eyes are unfocused and he's got no real idea that she's looking at him, only the knowledge that most people do look at the person they're speaking to. Either way, he's not uncomfortable being looked at.

He can't help but smile at the word 'sweetie' and the comment that goes along with it. He won't mind explaining what he means by inhumans if she asks, but if she doesn't, he'll assume that she knows. "I can't argue with that. Hell's Kitchen is definitely interesting."
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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2016-03-17 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"At the very least," Lydia agrees with a frown. Honestly, did the rest of the Alphas think that the Specials chose RED over literally any other level, if they were as powerful in the grand scheme as the other Alphas seemed to think they were? That didn't make any sense and it only leads Lydia to believe that the hate group aren't just violent and angry, but stupid as well; not a very safe combination of traits for someone who hates her to have.

Lydia huffs a soft laugh. "Well, to be fair, it is called Hell's Kitchen, so...I suppose you really should've seen that coming," she teases playfully.
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[personal profile] preemptiveforgiveness 2016-03-17 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Stupid, violent and angry is a very dangerous combination. It doesn't leave much room for negotiation or rehabilitation.

He grins at that, tilting his head toward her laugh. "I suppose so, but I've grown up there my entire life." He hesitates. "You've got a nice laugh. I don't mean that as some creepy come on, I promise. It's just really nice to hear in a place like this."

A place where everything is so screwed up he means.
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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2016-03-18 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I guess growing up in a place does kind of numb a person to their surroundings to a degree," Lydia agrees, because until she was in high school and she became a part of everything, Lydia had no idea that the town was a beacon of the supernatural. Most people in the town still don't know.

Matt's compliment and the clarification that he tacks on only earns him another little laugh in response. "I didn't think it sounded creepy," she said with a smile. "Anyway, thank you." She says it warmly because she appreciates the compliment, even if it's a little unusual a thing to be complimented on. Lydia supposes she can't expect Matt to tell her she's pretty, after all, which are the kinds of compliments she's used to hearing. She'll take it.
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[personal profile] preemptiveforgiveness 2016-03-23 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now just imagine the difference we could all make if we weren't oblivious," Matt says in a soft voice. He pauses for a moment before sighing. "Or maybe everyone would just end up dead and it's that numbness that keeps most people alive." He's not really sure. At least in his world, the whole idea of super heroes, villains and aliens have been blown wide open. No one can deny their existence anymore, but those aren't the real dangers, the ones that erode away lives and cities. The real danger consists of the horrors that people visit upon each other and those people are numb to. Those are the things that people turn away from.

That's the ideal response, but he hadn't been sure that she'd take it so well. He smiles and nods a little. "You're welcome and I'm glad." With his senses, Foggy says that Matt is scary good at knowing when a woman is beautiful, but without them, he's less confident of it. However, if he were asked, he'd guess that Lydia is beautiful.
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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2016-03-23 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Lydia looks thoughtful for a moment. "Or maybe it's a little bit of both," she suggests, because she thinks that might be the most accurate of the options. Some people are better when they're numb, because they don't go running into the fray unprepared and too emotional to focus properly. Others are worse, because they have the ability to focus through their pain, but without any pain, they have no drive. It seems to make sense to Lydia, anyway.

"You're very sweet, Matt. I'm sorry you're stuck in this hell hole with us," she says sincerely. Especially since she thinks that his blindness means proof that they're not clones at all; they've just been made to feel that way.
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[personal profile] preemptiveforgiveness 2016-03-25 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
He considers that for a long moment. He takes a deep breath then nods. "Maybe you're right." He purses his lips as he continues to consider her suggestion. He certainly doesn't need people rushing into the fray that aren't unprepared. "You have a lot of experience in this sort of thing," he says with a smile.

He shakes his head at that. "I'm sorry anyone is stuck here, but maybe we can make it a little better." If they can't find a way outright.
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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2016-03-25 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
The smile that creeps onto Lydia's face at that observation doesn't reach her eyes and she sure as hell doesn't feel it. Instead, she takes a deep breath and sighs softly before answering. "...you could say that, yeah," she replies. "Probably too much."

Hope was a painful thing to cling to and a dangerous thing to lose, Lydia thought, before answering. She wished that it was something they could manage, but she had little faith in it, at this point. The odds were very much stacked against them all. "Here's hoping."
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[personal profile] preemptiveforgiveness 2016-03-25 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)

Even if Matt could see that smile, he'd realize it was hollow because it didn't reach into her voice or her breathing. He inclines his head in a sort of nod. "If you don't mind me asking, Lydia...how old are you?" Because her voice, her experience, everything about her seems mature and without his super senses to help out, he can't really gauge her age, not without touching her skin and that's an invasion of personal space he's not ready to make right now. "I only ask because you seem...like you've been through a lot."

It was painful and dangerous, but also necessary. Without hope, people give up and then they truly were lost. "And if I had a beer, I'd toast to that."

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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2016-03-25 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking back up and over at Matt, Lydia's brow creases a little at the question, but when he goes on, she understands the reason for it. With another small frown, she shrugs. "I just turned eighteen," she says. "...and yeah. I've been through a lot. Oddly enough, all of it in the past two years. Before that, life was normal. I was normal."

"Hear, hear," she agrees even without the beer in question.
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[personal profile] preemptiveforgiveness 2016-03-27 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Eighteen. He would have guessed her at least in her early twenties, probably mid twenties, but he won't say that to her. In his experience, women don't like it when you guess their age higher than it is, even if he can't see how they look to base it on. "Do you mind me asking what changed? You are one hundred percent within your rights to say 'yes' and I'll drop it."

He likes her already.
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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2016-03-27 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Lydia huffs a soft laugh laced with incredulity. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't share because it sounds too crazy. But how much crazier can anything sound, really, in this place?

"I was bitten by a werewolf," she says honestly. "...and I'm immune." She pauses and huffs another soft, humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Immune, like it didn't change me. Inaccurate would be putting it lightly. I'm not a werewolf...but I feel like that would be so much easier to be than what I am now."

She lays back and stares up at the bunk above her. "I think the most fucked up part is that since I've been here, it's been so...quiet. In my head. ...I can't hear them anymore and..." She sniffs once and clears her throat, a sad smile on her face and tears that she's relieved to know he can't see swimming in her eyes. "It's better. All things considered, it probably makes me awful for feeling that way but it's so quiet...it's so, so quiet. I missed the silence. I don't have a lot here to be thankful for and I don't think any of us do, but...that?" She takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm thankful for that."