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alphalogs2016-08-14 11:16 am
Daycycle 103 [ August 14 - August 20 ]
daycycle 103
[Aug 14 - Aug 20]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
Samantha "Root" Groves and Cisco Ramon, have been selected for today’s mission. Details are below:
"Confirm circuit breakers are functioning properly by creating short circuits to test them."
Please debrief the computer on the status of your mission by the end of the Daycycle here.
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.
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 1900 in the Commissary and will be hosted by the Amateaur Dramatics Group. You're invited to come see the one woman show that Mind Control called too "boring" to put on early morning television.
Specials Event - All Specials with knowledge of Specials HQ have been invited to a surprise party to celebrate wanted fugitive, Dick Grayson's, seventeenth birthday.
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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He does wear the glasses for everyone else as his eyes don't react to light and he doesn't mind if Lydia takes the glasses off. They're one of the first things that come off when he's alone. They aren't uncomfortable, just unnecessary. After a moment, he does go ahead and take them off, slipping them into a pocket. He'll put them back on if someone else comes into their conversation.
"Pizza? You told me you were a good cook, but you didn't tell me you were magic," he teases her as she leads him over toward the lab table. His stomach rumbles a little at the mention of real food. Yeah, he gets fresh food fairly often, but that doesn't stop him from appreciating it. In all honesty, he probably won't eat much of the fruit and veggie tray. Instead, he'll save it for those that don't get real food so often. "Pizza definitely and a small slice of cake as well. Thank you." His gratitude is sincere. Without his senses, he could easily end up putting his hands in the cake or the pizza or make a fool out of himself some other way. He's glad to have Lydia help him.
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Maybe it doesn't mean any of those things, but that's what Lydia sees in the simple gesture of Matt removing his glasses in the middle of a crowded room and it earns him a soft, lingering kiss.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that part?" she jokes back. She nods at his food order and casually goes about getting a little plate together for him with his requests. If the domesticity implied in the way that she doesn't ask whether he'd like her to and he doesn't have to tell her before she just does it actually occurred to Lydia, she'd probably feel a little stupid about reading so much into simple things in the past several minutes alone.
She gives him a little kiss on the cheek as she puts the plate in his hands. "You're welcome, baby," she says quietly and her face warms in a way she's glad he can't see when she registers the fact that she's just used that sort of pet name for the first time with him. Sure, she calls him handsome a lot, but he is. This feels a little different. She's worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth as she looks back at him, wondering whether he noticed the slip of her tongue and how he feels about it.
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Well, she essentially is. He's going to focus on this conversation with her, on this time spent with her. He's got no intention of being rude, but he is taking the glasses off for her because he knows that she prefers it. Honestly, he's just thankful that she's not 'creeped' out by it. Of course, he probably wouldn't be dating her if she were.
She's not wrong; the kiss is just icing. He hums contentedly into the kiss, knowing that it probably should break because they're in front of people, but not wanting it to.
"You did and that's really the sort of thing that ought to be disclosed at the beginning of the relationship. I would have taken advantage of this pizza magic much, much sooner had I know." He smirks when he says it, standing back a little as he listens to her make a plate for him. He likes that she doesn't ask simply because it makes his blindness less awkward and he's only about half coping with not having his skills anyway. He's destroyed his room the other night simply because he'd stubbed his toe on a chair. It's been a couple of decades since he'd done that.
On the contrary, the slip makes him grin a bit. He does wish he could still tell when she gets embarrassed because he'd be able to assure her that there's no reason to be embarrassed. However, there's that old, tired inner monologue about not having his senses. It does feel different having her call him 'baby', more like a couple and less like flirting. he manages to reach out and grab one of her hands, brushing a kiss against the knuckles. Of course, now he's trying to decide which sort of pet name feels natural to use for her. He's never really been in a relationship where pet names were a thing. Electra would have strung him up for calling her baby, darling, sweetheart or any other pet name. Instead he opts to move on, hoping the way he kissed her hand would reassure her that he likes the pet name and he'll ponder what to call her later. "Is an empty seat somewhere or should we just commandeer one end of the table?"
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It's a huge relief, actually, when Matt takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. She could be wrong, but she's pretty sure it's his subtle way of telling her that he heard it and he's fine with it which is a weight off her chest. The fact that he doesn't mind the pet name would suggest to Lydia that they're actually a couple and it isn't one-sided; they're not just dancing around their attraction to each other and she's not the only one emotionally invested here. Finishing up his plate, she guides it into his hands and looks around the room.
"Uhhh..." she stalls. Not really. The sofa and chairs are taken, and some people are standing or sitting on the floor. "We can take up an end of the table, hold on, I'll clear us a spot." With that, she moves away from him, a little touch to the side of his face to let him know she's going, and she starts pushing the papers and scattering of items out of the way before heading back to him with another little touch, this one to his arm. "I'm just gonna grab a plate for myself really fast," she warns him of the delay and she skips the pizza because she's already had a slice, but grabs a plateful of veggies and fruit before taking his arm with her free hand and guiding him to the other end of the table where they can sit on the rickety lab stools, or stand, and enjoy their meals without getting in anyone else's way. "You'll have to let me know if it's as good as it sounds," she says with a little smile, meaning the pizza.
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It's definitely his subtle way of telling her he heard that and he's fine with it. Really, she shouldn't worry so much about things like that. The dancing around is a necessity in this place because of their level difference. However, he does still consider them a couple and she's not the only one emotionally invested. He probably wouldn't call it love yet, but that's because his own experiences with 'love' have been pretty bad. He cares very much for her. He's attracted to her; he enjoys spending time with her and would like to spend more time with her.
"It's okay," he tells her. He doesn't necessarily need a place to sit or to put his plate. It's just easier to hold her hand and not concentrate entirely on eating if he's got a place to put the plate. He likes the way she touches him, even though they're light, little touches, he likes it. Once she's got a spot cleared and she's led him to it, he puts his place down carefully, making sure to check the edge of the table with his fingertips. Once he's got an idea of that, it makes it easier for him to pick up the slice of pizza and take a bit without looking awkward. He makes a little hum of approval and gives her a thumbs up before chewing and swallowing so he can verbally confirm his approval. "You're a pizza Sorceress," he assures her. "This is great."
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The silly title makes Lydia laugh and she pops a piece of carrot into her mouth. "Pizza Sorceress, huh?" she asks. "I'll take it. I'm glad you like it," she says and it sounds a little bit halted because she doesn't want to overdue it with the pet names so soon, worrying that, like Jackson, he'll grow sick of it faster that way, and she has to bite back the urge to tack it on, now that it seems to be okay with him for her to do. "After we eat, I'm gonna go pull Dick aside to give him his birthday present, so I'll leave you to mingle with others then. That way I'm not completely hogging you all night, bae," she jokes and that time when she uses a pet name, it's mostly in jest.
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He takes another bite of the pizza, nodding and humming his approval again. She's not going to make him sick of it, but he's not accustomed to it either. He's never been in a relationship where pet names were a thing. He could get used to it though. He nods a little. "I don't mind being hogged," he assures her, "But you're going to have to tell me what bae means." When he is on the internet, it's not generally learning slang and he's old, Lydia! Remember?
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"It means 'before anyone else,'" she giggles, popping another carrot into her mouth. "I don't mind hogging you, for that matter, but I probably shouldn't. Plus, like I said, I've got to give Dick his birthday present. I'm gonna go do that now while he doesn't seem tied up with someone else. So I'll be back to hog you in a little while," she replies and she puts down her plate entirely, leaning in to kiss him again, this time on the cheek. "I'll see you in a bit."
With a gentle touch to his face, fingertips ghosting over his jaw, Lydia takes her leave to go get Dick to give him his gift. She'll catch up with Matt later.