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alphalogs2016-08-07 11:29 am
- [daycycle 102],
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- barry allen [the flash],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- dick grayson [young justice],
- felicity smoak [arrow],
- jillian holzmann [ghostbusters],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- matt murdock [daredevil],
- morgana lefey [merlin],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- stiles stilinski [teen wolf],
- tony stark [mcu],
- ~inactive: blue sargent [the raven cycle
Daycycle 102 [ August 7 - August 13]
daycycle 102
[Aug 7 - Aug 13]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
There is no Mission assigned to any Specials today.
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.]
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.
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.
Open | Early evening
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
"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.)
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"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.
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Dick burst into a cackle at her reaction, she always made it so worth it. It took him a few moments to compose himself, though he couldn't quite wipe the grin from his face, and he busied himself giving Gucci a pet (even if he wasn't sure if metal dogs could feel petting, it still felt right to pet it) to give her a chance to get over her shock. When he looked up again, she'd shifted to the side so he could get a better look at what she was doing. Oh good, she wasn't really mad at him, despite enjoying scaring her so much he didn't want her to actually be upset, he liked Lydia. She was a redhead, most of his favourite people were redheads. She was smart too, so there were a lot of ways she kind of reminded him of Babs.
"You're making memory foam?" he repeated, coming forward to take a look at the arrangement of chemicals on the table "That's pretty cool..." he said admiringly. She was so good at all this chemistry stuff, he was always very impressed at the things she came up with, and if she wanted to use it for makeup and beauty sponges? Well, that was her business wasn't it. "I hope it works out. Only, it's you, so I know it will."
"Me? Oh," he grinned, shrugging "Not a lot actually, it's been pretty quiet lately. Barry was telling me yesterday though, that there's a bunch of new specials? Have you met any of them? What're they like?"
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Dick came closer like maybe he wanted to look on and see how she was doing it. Reaching for a beaker and then a dropper, Lydia used her free hand to turn on the little lab faucet on the counter. "It's pretty cool actually. It took me a while to get the formula right, but..." her voice trailed off and she shrugged as she started with the water base and shut off the faucet again. Then, Lydia started to carefully mix her polyol.
There were more important things Lydia could be doing with her chemistry genius, like making explosives — she actually happened to be very good at that — but, for the moment, she wanted to fly under the Computer's radar. If she was making makeup, then she was a loyal, enthusiastic citizen with entrepreneurial prowess. Once she had solidified that persona and it wasn't suspicious for her to be mixing new compounds in a lab all the time, well. Then that would be another story. Then she could make biochemical weapons and still fly under the radar, theoretically speaking. She just happened to really enjoy makeup and looking her best, so she kind of loved her current cover.
"You must get so bored down here...playing fetch with Gucci can only be amusing for so long," she says sympathetically. "Oh, uh...I wasn't a hundred percent sure she was a Special but I got that vibe off of her, anyway...I met this woman, Felicity. She seemed nice. I only got to talk to her for a couple of minutes, though. I couldn't get much of a read."
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"Aw, but don't I get mine first because I'm your favourite?" he asked, giving her his best puppy eyes "It's all cold and dark and uncomfortable where I have to sleep..." that wasn't actually true, between his own resourcefulness and Steve's help he'd actually built himself a pretty cosy nest back in the secret hq, but he wasn't above a little bit of lying to get himself a nice comfy pillow.
"Plus, if you like, I can try get some more of the foam for you," he added. He was careful not to steal too much, but when things were needed by his fellow specials he was happy to go sneaking around on a little 'shopping trip', the invisibility tech certainly helped with that. He watched with interest as she started mixing up the chemicals, making sure to move whenever he looked like he was in her way, but staying close enough that he could follow along what she was doing - he didn't intend to try it himself, but he still liked to see how it was done.
"Felicity Smoak?" he asked, ignoring the question about him being bored in favour of the more interesting news. He didn't want any of the others to pity him, he'd made the choice to go off-grid after all, and he knew how to keep himself occupied, however much the assorted adults who looked in on him would disapprove of it "She's a friend of Barry's from home, he was telling me about her yesterday."
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She looked up again, though, when Dick mentioned the foam. "Really?" she asked. Dick was off-grid and he had the invisibility stuff, of course, but it hadn't really occurred to her to reach out to him for this sort of thing because Dick seemed like, other than hiding from the Computer, he was one of those guys that was largely on the up and up and wouldn't have been interested in smuggling unless it was necessary. Then again, Lydia didn't really know Dick at all, which she supposed was just as much his fault for not sharing as it was hers for not trying to get to know him when they'd been living together. Maybe he wasn't always on the up and up if someone needed a favor he thought he could fill. "That would be awesome, I'd really appreciate that," she said sincerely.
After finishing her mixture, she turned around so that her back was to the table and she could lean against it, looking over at him after checking her PDA's clock to make sure she let the compound settle for a few minutes before soaking the foam in it. "Yeah, I think? I didn't realize she was a friend of Barry's!" she said, looking impressed. "She's super cute and she seemed really nice. For the whole, you know, five minutes I had a chance to talk to her before the debriefing started. What'd Barry say about her?"
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"Okay," he laughed slightly, switching tactics "How about you give me mine first because it's my birthday?" he tried instead. He'd been ticking off the days ever since he got here, and although he couldn't be certain because he had no idea how much time had passed between what he remembered from home and waking up here, he was pretty certain that his birthday was tomorrow. He'd never imagined he'd have his seventeenth birthday far from home, hiding in an abandoned area of a complex run by a sinister, totalitarian computer, but then who did?
"Yea, of course, you're a friend, if I can help you out of course I'm going to do it," not to mention he had absolutely no qualms stealing from the computer, he wasn't normally the type to engage in that kind of behaviour but when the status-quo was almost certainly evil? Petty theft really didn't seem that bad.
"He said she was a really awesome hacker, and that we should meet because he thinks we'll get on really well."
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That skill had not been lost with her popularity at school. A sly grin started to tug up at the corners of her mouth. Parties were her thing. If Dick wanted to celebrate his birthday, she could do a hell of a lot better than a memory foam pillow.
The sly and mischievous nature of her smile melted away in favor of a fondness when Dick said that she was a friend and of course he would help her out. She was incredibly endeared by that sentiment and Lydia ducked her head for a second before looking up at him again to nod. "That's pretty awesome. I appreciate that, Dick. I'm glad we're friends. ...not just for that, obviously, just... In general, I'm glad."
She chanced a glance over her shoulder to see the foam starting to sort of melt down into something a lot more gel-ish. It'd be a lot easier if she didn't have to use the foam at all, but trying to create the memory foam without breaking down the polyurethane foam block first would take a lot of tools that she didn't have access to. It'd be more efficient and the result would probably be more consistent if she was able to make the memory foam from scratch without breaking down one compound to turn it into another, but she just doesn't have the resources right now. Someday, maybe.
Her attention turned back to Dick as she nodded for him to follow her lead as she turned around to face the lab table again, wanting to keep a close eye on the foam's development. Eventually, it'll take on a softer, more flexible form and she'll use the beaker she's mixed the polyol into as the mold. If she had something bigger, that would be easier, but this would have to do for now. "Is he going to bring her down here, you think? I'd think so, if he knows her from home, right?" she asked, looking up at him again briefly before letting herself go back to watching as the block of black foam that had been put into the solution was slowly but surely becoming a much more gel-like foam. Eventually, when the process was finished in a good fifteen minutes or so, then it would be memory foam. It would still be loose, she knew that it would need maybe a day or two to completely congeal, which was fine, but the fact that it would taken on its new raw form right in front of their eyes was still kind of awesome. God, Lydia loved science...
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"Yea , really. I mean, not today, but tomorrow is, at least I'm pretty sure? It's hard to tell in this place but I've counted it up and I'm pretty sure tomorrow's my birthday, I'll be 17." he confirmed with a little shrug, he hadn't meant to really make a big deal out of it, but he still felt strangely better that somebody else knew, even if she did nothing with the information, at least he wouldn't be the only person who knew.
"I'm glad we're friends too," he smiled sincerely. He might tease her occasionally and he might really enjoy making her jump a mile whenever she came to visit, but he did honestly value her friendship. There was something guarded about her, at times, but everybody had their secrets and he couldn't exactly judge anybody else's, but she was smart and kind and funny and if he was honest with himself Dick had the tiniest bit of a crush on her (what could he say, he liked redheads).
He leaned in to get a better look at the foam, watching with fascination as it began to change before their very eyes. Science was pretty cool (even though that thought brought with it a little homesickness, because Wally would love this so much). "I bet he will, once he's made sure she's cool and everything."
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Noticing that Dick was leaning in to get a better look, Lydia grinned, looking over at him. "Yeah, science," she said playfully. It was kind of neat to have someone closer to her age that appeared to be interested in it. Barry and Ray were science guys, and Tony had been, sort of, but they were adults. They'd finished school and were out in the real world. Lydia wasn't used to seeing her peers showing interest in the subject, which was why she'd spent so much time pretending to be dumb before her fall from popularity. She liked herself better this way, anyway.
"Do you think they can bring or create — or whatever they do to get us here — versions of us that aren't cool...?" she wondered, the smile slipping off her face with sudden concern. Tony sprang to mind from this morning and she was suddenly relieved that she hadn't given away too much, just in case.
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"I'm not sure what the date would actually be in the real world," he admitted "Because I don't think everybody was taken at the same time in their worlds, so I have no idea how it all matches up, but I figure a day is still a day so at home, if time at home is progressing as it was, it should be my birthday. I think." he shrugged, plowing on before he actually stopped to think about the possibility that time was continuing on at home without him "But Happy Birthday if you have already turned 19, and, well, I guess Happy Birthday for when you do. Maybe you could just pick a day and tell everybody it's your birthday. Do people here even have birthdays?" he wasn't sure if he'd seen anybody celebrating one, but he'd spent a lot of time since arriving not actually interacting with 'normal' people, so maybe that was why.
"I don't know," he said slowly "but if Barry's anything like me, and, I mean, he comes from a very similar world, there's a healthy dose of suspicion reserved for any friend who shows up out of the blue just when you need them most. If he did need this Felicity person. The computer does kind of have a bit of a mind controlly vibe going on sometimes, I know Barry's probably pretty happy to see his friends but he's not going to rush into telling them everything right away, I imagine he'll introduce them to the.. less rule-following ways of some things once they've had a chance to get used to it. You never know who's going to buy into what the computer's selling after all." he paused to consider it for a moment "Although if he knows them really well, he might be able to tell that they wouldn't be the kind of people who would... if that makes sense. I guess I'm probably just really paranoid, huh?"
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Chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip, Lydia looked back at Dick as he spoke. She wondered if she could do that if one of her friends or her mom showed up; ease in, rather than leaping on the chance to finally spill everything she was thinking and feeling onto a person she thought she could trust more than anyone else. She hadn't been cautious with Allison and she'd known Allison to be dead. She couldn't imagine if Scott or Stiles showed up, how quickly she worried she would fall apart if she tried to build up a wall to make them prove themselves worthy of breaking through again. Especially Stiles, she thought, after the bond they shared in the wake of the ritual to save his and Allison's fathers and Scott's mom.
She shook her head. "No. I mean, yeah, it makes you sound paranoid, but that's not a bad thing, in this place. ...what would you do, Dick? If someone who meant a lot to you, who you trusted, from home showed up? Do you think you could draw that line? Because when Allison was here, I couldn't…"
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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."
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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.
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He goes easily when she draws him closer, resting his cane against the edge of the table and reaching out to put his free hand at the small of her back. "Tell me about it." Her science experiment he means. "And what's your favorite thing to cook?" Because he's curious about both.
His lips curve ever so slightly at the kiss, the way it lingers and the way she touches him. The hand on the small of her back strays up her spine to run his fingertips across the ends of her hair. He drops a light, quick kiss on her lips after she says that she's missed him all day. "I came down here hoping you'd be here." He's been thinking about her as well. He tucks the glasses in pocket of his jumpsuit with a murmured thank you.
"Good day minus the missing me?"
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Lydia likes it when they find reasons to ask one another trivial personal questions, because it's their way of getting to know one another better. The information is never heavy and ultimately doesn't really matter all that much, but all the same, it's always a fun little exchange that enlightens them both to one another a little. Once they've parted, she answers his question.
"My mom and I used to make this vegetarian lasagna together...homemade noodles out of a pasta maker, and then we'd make an Alfredo sauce from scratch to use instead of marinara. Fill it up with spinach, broccoli, mushrooms, garlic, carrots, and cheese, and top it with breadcrumbs. Did you ever cook, back home?" she wonders, her eyes closing in a slow blink in response to his touch. Little intimate moments like these tend to be few and far between because they don't get the chance to show one another much affection without worrying about being caught or making the other Specials uncomfortable. So for the moment, Lydia's reveling in it.
"You know, if I wasn't here, you could've sent me a message and I would've come," she points out with a smile. "And ehh. What really differentiates one day from the next in this place, you know?" she asks with a little shrug. Not good. Not bad. Just a day. "What about you? How was your day?"
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He nods in confirmation that he'd meant for her to tell him about her experiment. He listens, head tilted slightly, nodding ever so often. he did okay in science so he understands what she's talking about. "That's smart," he says after she's explained. Of course, he'd known Lydia was smart. "Are you able to find the components easily enough or are you having to go on the black market?" Again, he's curious and a little concerned for her welfare if she's going on the black market.
Matt likes it for the same reasons. It's part of getting to know each other in a place that is entirely foreign to the both of them. If they lived in their world then she'd probably have him over and cook her favorite dish. It's not that easy here so they have to tell each other these things. "That sounds delicious." He chuckles at her question. "Unless you mean toast, or boiling water for tea, no. I relied entirely on take out and my clients to feed me. My dad used to make a mean macaroni and cheese, but I never learned how to cook it. I was too young when he died to really make it. I only remember helping him a little in the kitchen." In some ways, it makes these moments all the more special, though he does wish that they had more of these moments.
He smiles, ducking his head slightly and nodding. "I know, but this was I don't have to wait on you," he teases her a little then sobers at her words. She's got a point. It is difficult to tell one day from another here. He shrugs a bit when she turns the question on him. "Okay. I'm still working on getting everything in my office recorded to voice." He's got an assistant of sorts for that.
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"When we get out of here," she purrs, all too happy to move off the subject of how she's getting the materials for her projects, "I'll make it for you." The promise being set to a definite via when as opposed to if is intentional, because it's one of the few ways Lydia can stay sane: telling herself that this is all temporary; that they won't all be trapped in Alpha Complex forever.
She supposes, belatedly, that it makes sense that Matt wouldn't cook. Not that she thinks he'd be incapable, because she doesn't, she just wonders whether the reason he lives on takeout is because he's decided it isn't worth the hassle to do it on his own. "Well, I guess I'll have to do an awful lot of cooking, then, won't I?" she asks coyly, another thing she does on purpose to keep from letting this place get her down: implying that she and Matt have a future outside of this place. They've talked about it a little and she does genuinely mean to, but somehow saying things like that seem to cement it in her mind and that helps. It gives her more to look forward to than just getting out of Alpha Complex.
He surprises another laugh out of her with that comment and Lydia looks and sounds as surprised as she does amused when she responds. "Oh, that's how it is," she laughs, "I see."
When she hears what he's been working on, Lydia's eyebrows lift. "I could help you with that, sometimes," she offers. "If you want." It would give them another concrete excuse to be spending time alone, she thinks, while also being productive.
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He'd rather avoid the pressure of trying to defend her, assuming he would be allowed to defend her. "Good," he tells her. He's all about inviting trouble and creating it, but he wants it to be smart. Besides, he'd hate to see her on some sort of drugs that makes her a different person, even only temporarily, and that's one of the easier punishments she could endure.
Matt is not as good at denial as Lydia is, but he's happy to play along with her. "It's a deal. I can't promise I've got the necessary cooking things, but I'll work on getting a collection." He understands the things that people do to keep themselves sane; he tries to focus on doing something good here, on not wasting this time. It's the only way that he stays sane.
It's more that he never really learned. He was young when his father died and it's not something they teach at the orphanage, though they probably should (and honestly, he's not sure if Lydia even knows where he grew up). He'd gone from there to college where he'd had a meal plan then to 'on his own' in New York City where takeout was plentiful. He'd never had to cook and now, it's probably not worth the hassle. Back home, cooking would be easy to do physically. Here, it's a different story. He grins, liking the idea of Lydia cooking for him like it's a real house and they're a normal couple. Maybe he'll do a better job of pretending today. "That or learn to like takeout," he jokes with her. He likes the idea of having a future with her outside of this place as well. It's certainly less bleak than his reality back home.
"Oh, that's exactly how it is," he assures her with a grin, pleased to make her laugh. "I thought that was common knowledge," he tells her in a faux confused voice, brow furrowing with that pretend confusion.
"Really?" He sounds surprised because he knows it's boring work, reading aloud while he records it. Unfortunately, this place has yet to provide him copies of the texts in braille. "If you'd got the time, I'd much rather enjoy listening to your voice than the assistant I've got, but I know it's boring. I didn't want to presume." He likes the idea of being alone with her as well. His office is reasonably private while still being public.
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"You'll need to stock up your pantry, for sure, then," she says with a playful lilt, and she likes the sound of that; being able to cook for him. She isn't really sure why, because it isn't like she's ever cooked for anyone other than herself or her mom, but maybe that's the reason in and of itself. She'd never say it out loud for fear of setting his doubts about their age gap back in motion, but the idea of cooking for him seems more...grown up.
Shaking her head, Lydia laughs. "Oh no, honey, if I want to keep this waist slim, I can't be living on takeout. I'll take the cooking bullet," she replies with a grin. A soft, amused hum follows and her eyebrows lift a little when he responds. "Uh huh, well it is now," she tells him.
Lydia can't decide if that surprise is a good thing when he first reacts to her offer, but she can tell that it is, in fact, a good thing when he continues. "Yeah, of course," she says easily. Reading aloud isn't her favorite thing to do and she's positive that the content will be boring, but if it means spending time with Matt, then Lydia's completely on board. Plus, she can't help preening a little when he says that he'd rather listen to her voice. "I would be happy to help you with that, Matt, just say when and where," she promises sincerely.
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"I'll give you the card and you can do it. I'm unsurprisingly awful at grocery shopping too," he tells her with a grin. He actually likes the sound of it as well. It sounds domestic and couple-y. Of course, back in the real world he and Lydia would run into the same complications that his other relationships have. He doesn't honestly know how Lydia would handle the Daredevil thing, but he's learned from his brief relationship with Karen that he needs to be forthcoming about being Daredevil.
"Gosh, that's going to be hard on me," he tells her, eating home cooked food as opposed to takeout he means. He chuckles and shrugs a little, glad that she's taking it as the joke he means it.
It is a good thing. He can't think of anyone he'd rather spend that time with. Of course, he has to actually listen to what she's saying, but he has to listen to the monotone assistant he's been assigned. Lydia is a much better and pleasant choice. "In the afternoons, when you get a free moment, just come by. I'll let you know if I'm in court for some reason or if it doesn't work that day."
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For now, she pushes away the thought. "Oh, I'm sure. You poor bastard," she laughs, nuzzling her nose against his and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
With another nod, Lydia smiles. "That, I can manage. And I'm looking forward to it."
She touches his face gently to let him know she's moving away from him for a moment so that she can check the progress of her memory foam and she's pleased to see the polyol working exactly as it should. "Perfect," she says softly to herself. "Okay, I need to let this set. Wanna go up and get some food from the Commissary to bring back and we can hang out here for a little while before we have to go back to our rooms for the night?" she asks, turning back to him and taking his hands in hers to let him know where she is.
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He chuckles, returning the kiss. "No, no. Don't have sympathy for me. I'll cope somehow," he jokes in return.
"Me too." And he's genuine when he says that. It'll be nice to spend the time with her even if it is working.
He stays put as she moves away, head tilted in her direction to catch the soft murmuring then her suggestion in return. He nods a bit. "That sounds perfect. Walk me there? I'll leave my cane here."
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Lydia starts to lead them toward the door. She's starving and so ready for something to eat, even if it's more likely to be slop than not. "Onward ho."