Daycycle 102 [ August 7 - August 13]

[computerized]

daycycle 102

[Aug 7 - Aug 13]

Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
There is no Mission assigned to any Specials today.

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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.

At 1200 today, a list of high-ranking non-registered mutants will be released to the public. These officials will scramble to account for their tardiness in registering to the Computer and will shortly after be assigned Troubleshooters as body guards against retaliating Anti-Mutant members. All assigned troubleshooters are to keep their charges alive until shift change at 0700 on Day 103, using whatever means necessary. Permission temporarily granted to travel to restricted areas within the clearance level of their charge. Both bodyguards should be present at all times with few exceptions.

Barry Allen & Jillian Holtzmann - Otto Vaska, Stasis - can suspend time briefly, INDIGO, Central Processing
Steve Rogers & Parker - Xeno Fane, Charm - can make people like them, BLUE, Production, Logistics & Commissary
Blue Sargent & Morgana - Priskilla Linos, Polymorphism - can shapeshift, BLUE, Housing, Planning & Development
Cisco Ramon & Stiles Stilinski - Gabi Aline, Adrenaline Control - can control adrenaline levels in others, BLUE, Technical Services
Root & Tony Stark - Sol Sisel, Desolidity - can walk through walls, INDIGO, Research & Development

[ Player note: Characters may notice that any mutant abilities they once possessed may have a very weak showing when in close proximity to Alpha mutants. Mission success or failure is up to the players.]

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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 the Commissary and will be hosted by the Alpha Chess Club. Come participate in the biggest (and only) Chess Tournament sanctioned by the Computer.

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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

Open | Morning

[cassandran]

Stiles's mostly sleepless night of tossing and turning around on an unfamiliar cot does not for a good morning make, though as far as he's concerned, it's better than having to get up for lacrosse practice. He'd followed most of the people as they started their daily routine, slowing for the occasional display: some were ads, but far more of them were familiar slogans about the City, and the Computer that ran it until he'd reached the commissary.

There, he tries to find a seat; walking around, catching the occasional snatch of conversation, though the subjects rarely mean anything to him. He should pick a spot eventually, but he doesn't want to end up sitting somewhere with a prior claim.

[smoak]

Day 2. Trapped in an underground complex run by an insane Computer. Forced to wear jumpsuits, with a fashion future of only being able to wear jumpsuits of another color. Mind-boggling puzzles of exactly how the MemoMax department could accidentally switch people's memories meaning they have access to those memories.

You could say that there were a few things on Felicity Smoak's mind.

Until she see Stiles. She didn't recognize him, at least not his features. But she does recognize that look on his face. She had it just yesterday. Waving at him from a few feet away, Felicity pointed to the open seat next to her. "Open," she mouthed.

[cassandran]

Felicity's waving is what catches his attention first, Stiles turning towards the movement before he makes out what she's saying, that there's a space for him there, which great, that solves his most pressing problem.

His shoulders loosens as he walks over, a bit of the stress melting off.

"Thanks," he says, sliding the chair back. "This place has a bit of a learning curve." Sure, the place is happy to remind you of the rules over and over again, but there are implications and information that it just glosses over.

"I'm Stiles."

Open | Early evening

[sanguinescry]

When Lydia finished her shift in Forensics, she immediately made her way down to Specials HQ. She'd had something of a breakthrough during her shift and she didn't want to lose it.

Lydia's been working on her makeup line for nearly two months, but it's very limited right now. She could only test so much on herself before she realized that she knew what she was doing and there was only one way to find out if other people would be able to apply it without it looking a mess since she'd had to learn to improvise with application, given the lack of her typical array of brushes and sponges. Results were mixed among the handful of INFRAREDs she'd distributed the products to.

So today, she's going to make a blending sponge.

She originally got the idea in the lab when Barry was placing some evidence samples into their foam carrier. Foam. If there was foam, she could make memory foam in small batches, and if she could do that, she could cut them down to make beauty blenders.

Today, halfway through her shift when she'd finished lunch, but she hadn't gotten any new samples in for testing yet, she was trying another ratio of water to dissocyanate to mix with the polyether polyol she's developed for this process. She's been successful in expanding the foam and creating the bubble matrix which makes foam turn into memory foam, but she was trying to get it to be just the right consistency so that it'll blend well without being rough to the skin. Today, she finally got it on a quarter-sized sample in the forensics lab and now she wants to make sure she can recreate the process in the Specials HQ lab. ...with some smuggled supplies from forensics, but still.

Once she's inside the HQ, Lydia greets Gucci hurriedly, giving him a quick pat on the head as she passes, and unzipping her jumpsuit as she reaches the counter. Carefully, Lydia wiggles a little until she can free the slab of inch-thick foam from the front of her jumpsuit and she places it on the counter before pulling out a series of little bottles and vials she's hiding in her pockets. The chemicals. Finally, zipping up her jumpsuit again, Lydia grins at the array of ingredients. "Okay, time to make mama YELLOW," she murmurs excitedly to herself. Once she's got the memory foam formula perfected, not only can she make the beauty blenders, but if she can then figure out how to get larger quantities of polyurethane foam into HQ, she can start making pillows. Mattresses. She didn't originally start this for the credits, but she certainly isn't opposed. For now, she needs to focus on the beauty blenders; they're going to be the final piece of the puzzle to go with her makeup line — however small it is now — and get her her own vid show. ...more importantly, she'll get to be a YELLOW, she's pretty sure, which will make spending time with Matt, on the chance that Root can't get her another jumpsuit, much easier.

Priorities. She has them.

Re: Open | Early evening

[utilitybelted]

"Not literally, right? Because I didn't think that's what the makeup was for." Dick commented from behind her. He knew it was mean to make use of his invisibility tech and his excellent sneaking abilities to sneak up on his fellow specials, but hey, he didn't have a lot to do hanging around the specials headquarters all day, he had to entertain himself somehow.

"What're you doing?" he asked, peering over her shoulder with interest. It didn't look like more makeup, which was probably why he was willing to come a little closer (he lived in fear of becoming a beauty test subject. Again.)

[sanguinescry]

The unexpected sound of Dick's voice startled a gasp out of Lydia which was only compounded by Gucci's incessant metallic barking — Lydia suspects Dick is his favorite because Dick is around the most — and Lydia whirled to face the source.

"Jesus...Christ, Dick, I hate it when you do that!" Lydia complained. Although, she imagined that maybe her extreme reactions were part of the appeal. Lydia pressed a hand against her chest as if willing her racing heart to slow back down now that the initial jolt of surprise had passed.

She turned back toward her work, but scooted over a little to give Dick space to look on beside her, if he wanted. "I'm making memory foam," she replied casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world for an eighteen — or nineteen, but she doesn't know the date in relation to home time, so she's not sure, even though her birthday had been creeping up on her before she got here — year old girl to be spending her free time doing. She looked over at her former roommate. "For beauty blenders. I made a beauty blender once when I lost mine, following this YouTube DIY tutorial, and all I needed was like...a memory foam pillow I was cool with cutting up. So...I'm making memory foam to make the blenders, to give to my INFRARED testers to try. I think the makeup will apply a lot smoother and more naturally that way, rather than them using their fingers. Then it won't look so streaky for the puerile that aren't as good at applying it."

Because not everyone can be as practiced at putting makeup on with few to no tools for it as Lydia. She'd had to explain to one or two of those INFRAREDs what makeup even was.

"What are you up to, besides scaring the shit out of unsuspecting people talking to themselves?" she asked with a little grin that said she wasn't mad; mostly amused in the wake of the initial shock.

[preemptiveforgiveness]

It's not unusual for Matt to spend his evenings in the Specials HQ. He knows he can often find Lydia there and it's nice to not always be on his guard. He always takes a circuitous route to HQ, making certain that he's not followed (though he knows he could have Lydia bring Gucci if he really wanted). It's good for him to walk around the facility. It allows him to get accustomed to the place and get a grasp on the social situation here. If anyone accuses him of being somewhere he's not wanted or that he shouldn't be, he falls back on his blindness.

In any case, he eventually gets to HQ and knows the moment he steps inside that Lydia is there. He smiles and tap=tap-taps his way over to where she's working. He knows that she's doing something with chemicals (he can smell them) but has no idea what.

"Someone's hard at work here. Either that or I should never trust your cooking."

[sanguinescry]

Lydia grins a little to herself when she hears Matt's cane tapping his way into the HQ. She loves when they happen to come down to the HQ at the same time and no one else happens to be around. It's the closest they can get to being alone without either of them risking getting caught breaking rules or putting out a roommate. The sooner she gets to YELLOW, the better, because then it won't matter anymore. ...she's tempted to think they'll never leave their rooms, though, once they're allowed on the same floor as such.

She rolls her eyes playfully and laughs, turning to face him as he approaches. "Excuse you, mister," she says, reaching for his hand and drawing him closer. "I happen to be a fantastic cook when given the proper materials. This, however, is a science experiment."

Leaning closer, Lydia closes the space between them, pressing a soft but lingering kiss to his lips, her hands moving to hold his face and fingers slipping into his hair to massage against his scalp. She hums a quiet contentment against his mouth before parting from him. "I'm so glad to see you. I've missed you all stupid day, you know that?" she asks with a little grin, reaching for his glasses to give them to him. She's long since established that even though he seldom actually manages to look her in the eye, she still likes to look him in his.

Cisco & Stiles | Throughout the day

[namegenerator]

So, Cisco is not stoked about being assigned as a bodyguard to a mutant for several reasons. First, mutant reads as metahuman to Cisco and he can count the number of those he's met who aren't bad guys on one hand. The odds are not in his favor. Two, all he's got as a weapon is a laser gun and they haven't even given him like five minutes of training on how to use it. Cisco makes weapons, but he's not huge on actually using them. But third, and most importantly, being assigned as a bodyguard heavily implies that he and whoever his partner is going to be are completely expendable. Not encouraging.

Still, the plus side is that Gabi is apparently BLUE and works in the Technology sector, which means Cisco can potentially gather some intel on this whole cloning process. It might be a little tricky, given all he's got is a temporary access badge, but he's certainly not going to slam the door shut entirely on an opportunity.

Cisco's waiting for this partner of his so that they can head up to find their charge. It's going to be a freaking long day, so he really, really hopes this "Stiles" is a hot girl. Failing that, at least someone Cisco can get along with would be preferable.

[cassandran]

Is it odd to have been here less than a day and already be given a job like this? Maybe. But Stiles knows the computer is supposed to have access to their original lives, and this whole mission has elements that are familiar to him.

He has doubts, of course: it's dumb to expect someone unfamiliar with the areas they're going into to be in any way effective, but maybe whoever he's working with has a better idea. The mission briefing had made the mission sound straightforward, but he's expecting something to come up. Something always comes up.

Stiles gets to the meeting place just before their task is supposed to start, having spotted Cisco waiting near the far entramce. The guy's pretty young, younger than he'd expected but that doesn't mean anything when it come to capabilities.

"Cisco?" he asks. He's pretty sure he has the right person. If only someone had thought to provide a picture. Oh god, if this guy is one of those people who prefer to be early all the time, they might have a few problems.

[namegenerator]

Don't be Stiles, Cisco thinks when he sees the younger man approaching. Don't be Stiles, Stiles needs to be a hot gir—

Stiles it not a hot girl. Son of a...

Clearing his throat, Cisco pushes himself upright from having been leaning against a wall and he smiles, holding a hand out to shake. "That's me. I take it you're Stiles." It doesn't escape Cisco's notice that they're both wearing RED. Great, he can't even knock the guy out and steal his jumpsuit for easier access to the parts of the building he'd like to sneak into while they're in a restricted area. Come on, Friend Computer, don't you trust Cisco?

"Is it normal to be assigned a mission on like...day two around here? I'm still trying to get acclimated, I don't know where pretty much anything is, man, so my apologies ahead of time but I'm probably gonna lean pretty hard on you for that stuff. Hope that's cool," he says. If only he knew that Stiles is even newer than he is, which is saying a lot considering he just got out of indoctrination orientation yesterday.

Open | Throughout the day

[adamparrish]

Adam spends the morning at his job working on motorized transport vehicles. It's methodical and familiar work to him, which is probably the reason the computer assigned him here. The work is perfect for him as he's good with mechanics, repairing and maintaining the vehicles, and driving them around. He skips lunch and while the others are having a lunch break, he studies the mechanics and computers of some of the vehicles he's unauthorized to use.

By the afternoon, after work, he'll be skipping the citizen improvement meetings. He's out and about, watching guard shifts, watching those with higher level clearance than him, listening in on conversations and learning things. Adam is good at going unnoticed, at being invisible. He'll, for the most part, go unnoticed unless someone happens upon him intentionally.

He gets back to the RED level living quarters an hour before curfew. First, he swings by the cafeteria to grab something quick so that he will have eaten something today. Then, he finds the rooms that RED's stay in. Every night he checks the roster of who's living where and in what room. Adam likes to know his surroundings, who is where and when they're there. Then he retires to his room with Ronan.

[runsonwater]

Barry's been trailing Otto Vaska for the majority of the day and he thinks he might just be a toddler in an INDIGO jumpsuit. The man is nearly insufferable, having somehow translated the word bodyguards into personal slaves. He doesn't know why Holtzmann didn't fight him for the chance to get away for a few minutes in order to grab them dinner from the cafeteria, but she didn't and he's too relieved to bring it up.

He steps into line, glancing around the almost empty cafeteria. He spots Adam getting in the red line and decides to wait for him after he's gotten his meals. It's been a while since he's seen him.

"Hey," Barry calls out, falling into step beside him. "How's it going?"

Just before curfew

[smoak]

Felicity had just left Barry and Morgana's room on the ORANGE level when she comes out of the elevator back onto RED. Down the hall, she sees a man dressed just like her looking at their housing roster.

She doesn't say anything from this distance — she'll have to be yelling very loud and Felicity suspects that might get her in trouble. But her room would take her past the roster postings, so she'll be able to get a better look once she's nearby.

Chess Tournament, OTA, especially bystanders!

[smoak]

There are many unhealthy ways to grieve. For many people, hands reached for alcohol, bodies ached for drugs and fists craved violence. Anything that could distract you. Anything that could make the pain go away.

When it came to Felicity Smoak, there was chess.

Or poker. Or any strategy-based game that required a high-enough level of mental energy to play that she wouldn't have time to think about Barry — or Ray. So that day, when she'd found out that tonight's enrichment activity was a Chess Tournament, she couldn't stop laughing. It was too perfect.

By 16:30, Felicity had already defeated a quarter of her competition and was starting to draw a small crowd. It made sense, since she'd only arrived yesterday and no one knew who she was. But this match was over, and Felicity was already walking over to her next opponent. Their hands moved like lightning between the pieces and striking the clock.

Knight to Bishop. Knight to Castle. Castle to C2. Checkmate.

Open | Morning

[im_ironman]

Alright, this is...

Well. 'Weird' didn't cover it. Some part of him is still trying to grasp at all this - this new reality that he has found himself in - but he had done a pretty good job of playing it off as if he was drinking the Kool-Aid so that he could be allowed to at least venture past the room where he was forced to watch the 'introductory' video.

As he walks into the Commissary, though, his poker face almost disappears. Because wow, he's really not waking up. Somehow he had been hoping this was some sort of weird dream, maybe even a hallucination because it wouldn't be surprising, considering how little he had been sleeping lately. But...here he is. In a god-awful jumpsuit, surrounded by others wearing the same god-awful jumpsuits, and nope. Definitely not waking up.

With a sigh under his breath, he walks over to at least get a coffee. This may not be home, and that might not be real coffee, but he needs to at least get himself somewhat caffeinated if he's expected to function.

lol I'm so sorry that I'm not even a little bit sorry about this

[sanguinescry]

The sludge that pretend to be coffee here is abysmal and sad and it makes Lydia want to try to develop espresso substitutes as her next project proceeding the makeup she's been developing. But all the same, once you get past the awful taste and questionable liquidity, it does have a little bite to it. Not much, but some. It'll do.

She's trying to mask the overall fail-in-a-cup with what passes for sweeteners and creamers when she looks up in time to see him approaching. Lydia's face drops, first with surprise and then with relief. Finally, it lights up with recognition and excitement. He helped her so much when she'd first gotten out of the hospital after the attack and she's been worried about him since his arrest. If he's okay, then that means Ray might be, too, and the system Matt's working within might not be a total waste of his time.

It doesn't occur to her that there's a possibility he might not remember her. After all, Ray literally blew himself to smithereens and he'd still remembered her a clone later. So she thinks nothing of practically tackling him with a quick hug before reminding herself he'd never really been the touchy-feely type to her knowledge. So the hug is short and then she's letting go and stepping back. "You're okay! I was so freaked out that maybe 'arrested' was Computer code for 'totally freaking dead' or something. Are you okay?! You're okay, right?" She's babbling now, a little, but she's just so excited to see Tony alive and well that she can't help it.

[lefey]

Well not everyone was wearing the same jumpsuits. Morgana's was an even less flattering orange that very well could have been plucked straight from prison suppliers.

She was considering asking Root if she could program some fashion sense into the damn computer if they were forced to stay here. Root could do that... probably.

When she slid up beside the new man, she took a moment to glance at him as she picked out a mug of hot, steaming... whatever it was and took a sip. Something about him made her think she'd seen him before, perhaps out of the corner of her eye as she walked somewhere and yet everything about him screamed new blood.

'There's some little cubes in that metal dish that make it sweeter, if it's too bitter for your liking.' she said, openly looking at him now. 'though you look like you could use something strong.'

I know I'm backtagging but there's no way Steve wouldn't have seen Tony on his first day (mun fail)

[a_man_out_of_time]

It's been a long time since Steve has been shocked. Exactly 102 days, in fact. But seeing Tony Stark walk back into the Commissary this morning was not something the Captain had anticipated dealing with.

He doesn't approach right away because he just can't. There are people who want his attention and a Special he was attempting to understand better — leaving mid-sentence would just sabotage that effort. But Steve took particular care that morning to check the rosters for Tony's service firm position.

Given his current rank and position within the Armed Forces, he has the ability to drop by other sectors now, just to check on their security measures. He'd be paying a special visit to wherever Tony was stationed that afternoon.

Morning | Open

[newtoys]

Holtz may have only been here for - what, a day? Two days? - but she had already made a few subtle changes to her jumpsuit, Holtzmann was a woman with her own unique style and she didn't enjoy anybody else trying to cramp it. The most noticeable addition was a pendant she'd clearly fashioned out of scrap metal. It was a rough copy of her favourite necklace from back home, but it made her feel a little more comfortable to have it here.

She shuffled in to the commissary, zombie-like and obviously a little confused. As an academic and a scientist, Holtz was not the kind of person who kept 'normal' sleeping patterns, and this whole forced sleep and waking up at an ordinary hour thing was messing with her senses, it was like having jet lag without the jet.

[a_man_out_of_time]

Steve had just come from an early morning chat with the Computer herself when he spots an unfamiliar face in the Commissary. INFRAREDs aren't promoted often, so every time he sees a new RED troubleshooter, Steve has started to assume that she was a Special.

What's extra crazy however, was Steve's penchant for eating with the REDs and ORANGEs in the Commissary. His way of showing them that while he's a GREEN, he's no different from them on a basic level. He notices she doesn't have any food yet and it's nearly time for morning briefing, so he walks over and gestures towards the back.

"Breakfast here isn't the best you've ever had, but they do stop serving food once the announcements start."

Evening: Closed to Holtzmann

[runsonwater]

Barry returns to the huge and spacious INDIGO quarters Otto Vaska calls home with two ORANGE cafeteria meals balanced in his hands. Luckily he doesn't run into any security and doesn't have to explain his presence on that level. His temporary pass works well enough to get him inside the door.

"I'm back," he calls out, moving to the fully functional kitchen that he knows for a fact is stocked with real and fresh food that Vaska refused to share with his assigned bodyguards. The man, who apparently can freeze time for short periods, is not a very pleasant person. For the majority of the day he's complained about the two of them getting in his way and demanding them to retrieve coffee and various other things for him throughout the day.

This is the first time he's met Holtzmann, but he thinks she must be one of the most mellow people on the face of the Earth since she's barely reacted to Vaska's rudeness, except for the occasional shared look of amusement or annoyance.

The complete quietness of the apartment strikes Barry as he opens the first meal and he furrows his brow and moves into the living room. "Holtzmann?"

Had they been attacked while he'd been out?

Re: Evening: Closed to Holtzmann

[newtoys]

The first clue that something was not as it had been when Barry left was the fact that Holtzmann was slumped down in one of the arm chairs with her feet up on the coffee table. Vaska had fretted enough about them sitting on the furniture at all, he'd had something approaching a conniption fit when Holtzmann had first put her feet up - it had resulted in both of them being banned from sitting down on his living room furniture, banished instead to two wooden chairs bought through from the dining room (though even then he'd watched them warily the entire time they'd been sat down).

The second clue was the packet of chips resting in her lap that she was idly munching through while she fiddled with a screwdriver and a little gadget that had probably been stashed somewhere in her jumpsuit, unless it was something else she'd purloined from elsewhere in Vaska's apartment.

"Oh, hey," she looked up as he entered the room, apparently unperturbed by how strange this all looked.

"Vaska's taking a nap," she reached over with her foot to nudge something on the sofa, a something that would turn out to be the apparently sleeping form of their charge. Though people didn't usually sleep sprawled out across the sofa in a way that made it look very much like a short, slim person had manhandled them onto it from the floor.

1200 Onward | For Blue Sargent

[lefey]

As people went, their charge wasn't exactly Morgana's favourite person in the complex. She was almost better at sneering at people than Morgana was on a bad day, for starters, and the fact she was in danger seemed only of concern to her when she noticed Blue or Morgana stepping too far away, lest they be unable to body block an oncoming attack.

Suffices to say that despite the nice change of pace of being in blue level, she wouldn't have minded too dearly if Priskilla Linos at least suffered a bit of a shot to the arm.

For now, they all sat in her office, Morgana physically blocking the door to anyone but Priskilla or Blue, by leaning back against it as she curiously looked around.

Ignoring the faint hum that she'd felt since she got to her charge, now that might take some effort. She wondered if Blue could feel it as well.

[makeslouder]

Babysitting duties aren't exactly one of Blue's strong suits. It turns out guard duty isn't all that much better than babysitting. Actually, it's worse. Sitting around in an office all day, keeping tabs on a woman who wants to be here just as much as Blue or her partner, is extremely boring. She's been sneered at more times than she can count (albeit, given Blue's small stature, she can almost understand where doubts may stem from.

At this point, she'd almost rather take Gwenllian's constant singing and cryptic rhymes than be glowered at once more.

She's done her best to past her time by altering the last of the uniforms she has in her closet. But there are only so many cuts and marks she can make to promote her individuality. At some point, she glances over at Morgana. Starting up conversation again can't be that bad an idea. "How long have you been here?"