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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.

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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?

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.

Barry opens his mouth to remind her about the furniture rule, when he spots the lump on the couch. His first thought is to wonder if she'd killed him somehow. Morbid, perhaps, but he was in forensics and Vaska had been annoying enough that he himself had thought of the possibility of doing the anti-mutant society a favor a time or two throughout the day.

"A nap?" He repeats doubtfully, slowly making his way forward. His eyes fall on a coffee cup on the table, drops of coffee sprinkled around it as if someone had put it down quickly or unsteadily. Vaska's shoe is half off his left foot as if it'd nearly fallen off while he'd been shoved up on the couch.

Barry's face fell and he looked at Holtzmann in disbelief. "What did you do?"

"Sure," Holtzmann agreed amiably, offering no further explanation. She did remove her feet from the table, but only because she was getting to her feet and coming over to him, holding out the bag of chips to offer him one.

"Did you know," she said, conversationally, almost as if he hadn't actually asked his second question "There are certain points of the human skull that are more susceptible to blows than others, and you can knock somebody out without doing any damage at all. I've read about them anyway, I don't know exactly where they are, but hey, I'm a physicist not a doctor." she grinned a little.

She did have some small interest in other sciences, and she dimly recalled reading the best places to strike someone for a relatively safe but expedient way to render them unconscious, she was fairly certain she'd hit Vaska in the right place, he'd certainly gone down with a single blow anyway, and there wasn't any blood.

"You knocked him out?" Barry said in disbelief, his eyes widening as he looked at Vaska's body. He looked back at Holtzmann. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we would be in if he reported us? He's INDIGO."

He glanced to the corners of the apartment, looking for any kind of cameras. Luckily there weren't any in plain sight. "Are you sure you didn't kill him?"

Now it was only too apparent why Holtzmann had let him leave the apartment. She must have been plotting this the whole afternoon.

"He wasn't looking," she shrugged, clearly not bothered by his panicking, although after a moment's silence she did attempt to mollify him by adding "We'll smash something from one of his shelves and tell him it fell off and hit him."

Unconcerned enough to still be eating the chips, she leaned over to watch Vaska intently for a few seconds, "Nope, still breathing," she replied cheerfully, in the manner of somebody who only just thought to check. It may or may not be the case that she had.

"So, you brought dinner?" she turned her attention back to him fully, apparently considering the matter resolved.

Barry definitely had his doubts about whether or not that plan would work. He wasn't sure that Vaska would believe anything so cartoonish, but then on the other hand, if it had happened that way he wasn't sure that Vaska wouldn't be too embarrassed to ever talk about it again.

He wasn't sure if the woman in front of him was a genius or a miscreant. Or possibly a little bit of both. He paused, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Okay," he said slowly. "Okay. What if there was an attack. And we were protecting him?" He glanced up at the shelves of valuables before looking back at her. "And he got knocked out in the attack."

Food? Right. He had gotten food. "Orange meals. I figured you'd like it better over red."

"Oh, that sounds good, let's go with that," she agreed cheerfully "Maybe we could mess the place up a bit, make it look like there was a struggle?" It was possible she just wanted to wreck the place, there was something about it that was far too neat and clean and she objected to it. Or maybe she just objected to the way he'd made her take her feet off the table.

"Anything's got to be better than red, that stuff's worse than my cooking, and that's saying something."

Despite the seriousness of the current situation, Barry couldn't help but give Holtzmann a small smile. He felt like he shouldn't encourage her, and yet there was a definite appeal in roughing up Vaska's spotless living space.

"We'll have to get our stories straight," he said, some of the tension in his shoulders fading. He'd been to enough crime scenes to know what a struggle looked like, however. It wouldn't be that difficult.

He moved back into the kitchen to retrieve the meals and set them down on the coffee table. He sat down next to the motionless Vaska and reached for his drink. Just then Vaska moaned and Barry's hand slipped in surprise, dropping his drink.

The next few seconds happened in an instant. For the first time since he'd gotten to Alpha, he felt the world speed up. His hand moved impossibly fast to reach out and catch his glass before it shattered on the floor. He felt his hand curve around the glass, just as Vaska buried his face further into the back of his couch and went silent once again.

"We can do that, just keep it simple. Maybe we can say a ghost did it," she grinned a little, though it faded slightly when she realised he wouldn't get the joke.

She dropped back into the armchair and grabbed one of the meals, about to dig in when Barry drops his drink - only, before she has a chance to react he's caught it again, hand moving faster than should be possible. Her eyes widen dramatically.

"...what was that?"

"I...uh..." Barry stalled, raising the glass and dropping it again. This time the world didn't seem to slow, instead the glass went crashing into the coffee table, cracking it. He cursed, holding up his hand and trying to will it to vibrate at top speed. Nothing happened.

"I don't know," he said, his expression deflating as he looked over at Holtz. He stood up, grabbing a centerpiece on the coffee table and holding it up. Vaska shifted behind him, groaning in his sleep as if warning Barry not to do it. He let go of the centerpiece and watched it fall to the table. At the last second, his hand shot out and caught it.

"Oh are we starting wrecking the place?" Holtzmann asked, perking up slightly, though she didn't actually move, sensing from the expression on his face that there was something going on with him. Her gaze remained fixed on his hands, watching him trying again.

"It seems to be happening when he moves," her eyes flicked briefly over to Vaska "Do you think it's maybe his powers? He can do something about stopping time can't he? ...Only..." she was under the impression he could just stop time for a few seconds, he seemed to be stopping time only for a specific object and only for Barry, so that he could move at superhuman speeds from anybody else's perspective.. that seemed awfully specific and awfully complicated to be something that he could do by accident while mostly unconscious.

"Has this ever happened to you before?" she asked, intrigued.

"I don't know," Barry said, glancing back at Vaska. "It's not related to time, it's related to the speed for--" he trailed off, catching himself. Though, it was too late by then. Holtz might be slightly violent, but she was far from stupid.

"Back home," he confessed. "I have super speed. But I haven't had it since I've woken up here."

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Daycycle 102 [ August 7 - August 13]

daycycle 102

[Aug 7 - Aug 13]

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