Daycycle 101 [ July 31 - August 6 ]

[computerized]

daycycle 101

[July 31 - Aug 6]

Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
Adam Parrish and Matt Murdock, have been selected for today’s mission. Details are below:

"We’ve repainted this antique autocar for its VIOLET owner, and we need someone to drive it back to its owner’s compound. Take one of these single-use brevet badges to demonstrate you’re authorized to use such high-clearance equipment. Whatever you do, don’t lose your badge! And whatever happens, don’t get into an accident! If you so much as scratch the paint job....

Maybe don't let the blind guy drive."

Please debrief the computer on the status of your mission by the end of the Daycycle here.

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Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties, unless specifically assigned a different shift.

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Evening [1600 - 2200] — Citizen Improvement
All Alpha citizens are encouraged to better themselves through Alpha’s wide variety of educational, entertainment and cultural opportunities offered each evening. Attending these sanctioned events are not mandatory, but is highly encouraged by The Computer. Citizens choosing not to take advantage of these opportunities, have a growing number of other options available to them in how to spend their hard earned credits and free time.

Tonight’s event will be at 1800 in Field A, Armed Forces Sector and will be hosted by the Extra Calisthenics Volunteer Group. Join ECV for a four hour boot camp designed to get you in peak physical shape or kill you trying!

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Alpha Curfew Restrictions
All Alpha citizens should be in their quarters within the Wagon Wheel by 2200, unless they’ve been given permission from a GREEN or higher clearance level citizen. Sleeping Aid gas is dispelled each night in the Wagon Wheel at 2200 to assist citizens in getting a productive sleeping period.

Confession Booths
There are hundreds of confession booths available around Alpha Complex if a citizen would like to communicate directly with the computer. Please use these confession booths to report mission statuses, report treason or terrorist acts, unregistered mutants, confess your trespasses against Alpha Complex, request propaganda or speak with Your Friend, The Computer, at any time.

Comments

[fictor]

Bootcamp is for losers. Of course, Ronan thinks organized anything is for losers. He thinks this whole place is for losers. It's one of the reasons he's been in so much trouble.

The whole place is crazy and all of the people drive Ronan a little nuts. He's used to more solitude, to smaller groups. Even if he weren't exploring with the intention of getting into something (anything) he'd be looking for a quiet place. He doesn't hear Felicity and he doesn't think about anyone following him because there are always people around.

It's not until they're in a more deserted, quiet area that Ronan notices he's being followed. He dips into an alcove and waits, listening and figuring out who's behind him and if he ought to be worried. Finally, when the blonde girl appears to be ready to give up, Ronan pushes himself off the wall, out of the alcove and into view. His head is fairly recently shaven and his jumpsuit is unzipped, hanging around his waist. Underneath, he's wearing a black tanktop that shows off the tattoo that curves over his shoulder, snakes down his bicep and covers his entire back.

"Why the hell are you following me?" he asks in a sharp, confrontational voice.

[ This is perfect! I didn't put a location, but it's more than likely absolutely a shady part of the complex. ]

[smoak]

Felicity wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she was following him. In fact, it was due to her terrible cardio that she wasn't even close enough to shout his name. When she lost him, Felicity had one hand against wall, huffing out breaths when Ronan pops out of nowhere.

"Oh my god." Breath. "Roy!" Breath. "How-" Breath. "-I can't believe-" Breath. "-it's really you."

Yeah okay, she really needed to go to some type of bootcamp. She'll notice his tattoo soon enough. Felicity just needs to catch her breath first.

[fictor]

Ronan squints his eyes, glaring at the woman in front of him. He lifts his chin a little and shakes his head. "First Jackson, now Roy. At least you've got the first part right. It's Lynch. Ronan Lynch," he tells her.

He sounds annoyed more than angry. It's hard to get mad at people who are stuck here like him, specials that have been ripped out of their world.

[smoak]

Part of it is that she really is breathless right now, so it's a little hard to talk. But part of it is Felicity having a hard time believing him. She just can't exactly express herself right now, so just ... just please give her a second.

Finally, after a cough or two Felicity clears her throat. "I don't understand. Is Ronan ... your new name?"

Because where she's from, Roy basically just outed himself as the Arrow and left Starling to start a new life as a new person. Maybe that's what he meant?

[fictor]

Ronan just watches her with that sharp, judgmental look. It's not personal. It's simply Ronan and his way of keeping people at a distance until they've proven they can be trusted. Most people don't stick around that long, but Ronan has found the ones that do are worth keeping.

"Uh...no. I've had it for about eighteen years," he says with a sneer. "Seriously. I'm not Jackson and I'm not Roy. Whoever the hell they are. This isn't some clone joke." Or if it is, Ronan isn't in on it.

[smoak]

Sorry Ronan, judgmental looks and off-putting tones aren't enough to scare her off. But Felicity also knows that if this was Roy and he was being forced to hide his identity again, now wouldn't be the time to say anything rash. For all she knows, they weren't supposed to recognize people they knew here, and she's already recognized two. Roy was number three.

"Okay well. I don't know who Jackson is, or what you mean by clone joke, but if you ever do have something you want me to know," her eyebrows narrow and she stares into his eyes like she's looking for something, "I'm still Felicity. I just got here yesterday. Cisco's here too."

Tech. She was looking for implanted tech. But nothing glistened off his eyes unnaturally.

[fictor]

He actually admires that about her. If that's the rule, he's screwed up already with Adam and he doesn't give a fuck. He can't actually tell her if it's a rule that he's broken because he's broken so many of them and been in trouble so much.

"You know. Like they have five faces and they rotate between them," he clarifies. He realizes that she doesn't believe him for whatever reason. Maybe she's retarded. He's got no idea. "Don't have a clue who Cisco is but I'm glad you know you're still Felicity," he rolls his eyes.

There's no implanted tech. Sorry to disappoint, Felicity.

[smoak]

Felicity is just shaking her head like she has zero idea why Roy Ronan keeps talking about clones. Maybe he was obsessed with them or something. Maybe the Computer just really got to him. She made a mental note to help him with that sometime.

And then there's just some really awkward silence as she decides what she wants to do. It's clear that he wasn't going to admit to being Roy anytime soon, but Felicity wasn't quite convinced that he wasn't who she thought he was. She's already given her name, why not tell her where she lives. Nothing could go wrong there.

"I'm in 1103. In case you ever want to..." She actually doesn't finish, because talking about her room has made her remember that she has no clue as to how to get back there. But Roy would help her, right? Even if he was pretending to be someone else.

"...do you know how to get back to the Wagon Wheel from here?"

[fictor]

She'll figure it out the longer that she stays here. He's definitely not obsessed with clones, except for the fact that he's supposed to be one. The computer would probably like to get in his head and 'straighten' him out. Oh, Felicity. That probably won't go well. Declan had tried to get Ronan to see a shrink once. That hadn't gone well either. Declan's nose is crooked now because of it.

Ronan smirks during the awkward silence. He likes silence. It makes people uncomfortable. He likes making people uncomfortable. He's definitely not going to admit to being someone that he's not. So sorry.

All that extra information gets a confused look from Ronan. After a moment he barks out a sharp laugh. "Yeah, if you're hitting on me, I've got a boyfriend."

He sighs at the question then grumbles something in Latin under his breath (he's swearing). "Come on. I'll walk you there. I'm right down the hall." He doesn't wait for her to argue. He simply starts walking. She's very obviously capable of following him.

[smoak]

"Wait. Why are you telling me you have a boy-?" Felicity replays her words in her head and suddenly, she comes to the realization that it sounds like she just propositioned him for a hookup.

"Ohh. Oh no I wasn't-"

But by the time her mind was there, he's already walking. In fact, Ronan was already a few paces away and all Felicity can do is run after him. As they walk in silence though, Felicity can't help but think that even though he was pretty mean and didn't talk much, his presence right now made her feel safer.

And it was nice of him to walk her home.

[fictor]

Seriously though, it's not as if Ronan has that much experience in being hit on. The only person who's ever really propositioned him for a hook up had been Kavinsky and that had gone swimmingly (not).

Honestly, let's just forget it ever happened. At least that's Ronan's preferred method of dealing with it. Girls are totally weird.

He actually does that for a lot of people once (if) they get beyond the idea of Ronan being scary. He's got a certain sense of honor and he'd protect Felicity if something happened right now.

Just don't tell anyone that he's nice.

He stops as they get to the entrance of the wagon wheel. "Wagon wheel. As far as I know, almost everyone lives here." He punches the buttons for an elevator just inside. "We're on the eleventh floor."

[smoak]

Forgetting that something ever happened was something Felicity could totally get on board with. Especially since, in the back of her head, it kind of felt like someone had just accused her of propositioning Roy for sex, and that was a thought she really would like to forget. Immediately.

She remembers the Wagon Wheel as soon as the inside comes into view. It's the way that it looks like a huge rib cage, when you're standing in the lobby and looking up, that makes it so memorable.

When the elevator door opens, she steps inside. Felicity still isn't sure if he's coming up too or if he's just dropping her off, so she makes sure to say something, in case he doesn't.

"Thank you, Ronan." For getting her back here, and for making sure nothing terrible happened on the way. But she doesn't say any of those things. She has a feeling that he wouldn't take too well to it. But the least she can do, is say the name that he prefers to go by.

wrap here?

[fictor]

It really would help her if she realized he is not, in fact, Roy.

He grumbles at her appreciation and leans in to press the 11 button. "Turn left when you get off. Adam and I are next door."

It's the closest to an offer of help as she's going to get. She's right that he wouldn't take any of those things well. He wouldn't get angry. He'd mostly just bitch and grunt and grumble. He doesn't like anyone knowing that he's actually a nice guy. He prefers to maintain his scary, angry, grumpy facade around people he doesn't know.