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Daycycle 104 [ August 21-27 ]

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[Aug 21 - Aug 27]

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 approximately 1400 today all power within the Wagon Wheel will shut down as part of a Nameless Secret Society Demonstration. The backup generators will be disabled. All citizens within the Wagon Wheel at that time will be stuck. Locked doors will remain locked. Elevators will stop. Lights will go out. Many opportunists will use this to create pure chaos. This demonstration will go on for the next five hours.

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 2000 in Meeting Room B, Wagon Wheel Floor 25 and will be hosted by the Spontaneous Loyaly Demonstration Organizers. Learn how to put on a spontaneous demonstration in order to show your loyalty to the computer and Alpha Complex in an effective and memorable way.

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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It’s almost funny how not funny Steve finds her comments. How did this woman even get assigned to Very Special Forces? Is she telling them to offer pie? Did she just check her … nails?

It was a good thing they all had night-vision goggles on, otherwise the half-astonished half-angry glare he was giving her might hurt someone.

The doors open without any resistance however, and the rest of the team heads in immediately afterwards.

“17th floor,” he says. “Stairs.”

Now let’s see what Buffy can do.

When she really smiles, Steve can’t help but feel it too. The tension breaks and he feels comfortable with her in a way that wasn’t true a minute ago.

“I’ll make sure to introduce you to Morgana. You’d like her.”

A ghost of a smirk appears on his face when she mentions her boots. Steve knows that Lydia, another Special, has been upset about their fashion options since her first day, even if Steve himself is slightly relieved he doesn’t have to pick out acceptable 21st century clothes anymore. Not that he preferred jumpsuits, but back home, Steve lived his life dreaming about wearing the uniform. Back when being a good soldier meant something. Things were different here, but he was already used to wearing the same clothes everyday.

Finally, they arrive at the Wagon Wheel, which, despite its name, was a group of buildings clustered tightly together. Steve leads Izzy straight into the center. People are walking all around them but he finds a spot on the floor and points for her to look up, making sure no one bumps into them. It was both disturbing and mesmerizing — countless floors circling into a central elevator bank. Like the bones of a rib cage attaching to a spinal cord. And yet, there was also a certain grandeur, created by the sheer scale of it all.

“Izzy, welcome to the Wagon Wheel.”

When Oliver looks back, Steve’s eyebrows narrow. There could be a few ways to interpret that statement. In the end, Steve goes with the quesiton he'd want to know the answer to, if he’d just woken up.

“If they were re-created from history, like us, the memory glitches will be consistent with you or I.” Meaning, if you see someone here you actually know, they should remember the same things you do. “Our memories are something that Technical Services has been working on awhile now, but they haven’t been able to fix it yet.”

He hasn’t been doing this long — today was literally his first day — but Steve has interacted with most of the Specials by now. Oliver, despite his extremely successful facade of being a new Special trying to understand the world, was asking very different and very interesting questions, compared to everyone else. Steve would have to keep an eye on him.

But the tour continues.

As they keep walking, Steve explains Alpha's geography, and he’ll stop anytime Oliver has relevant questions. "The Alpha Complex is made out of four main sectors and the Wagon Wheel. Technical Services, where we are currently, is on the western edge.”

He goes to explain that the northern edge is the Armed Services Sector, which houses Alpha's armory, training facilities and military. In the eastern edge is Research and Development. And to the south is the Power Services sector, which houses the machinery that keeps the Complex running.

Which brings Steve to the last main building of interest.

"In the center of it all, and where we're headed now, is the Wagon Wheel. It's where most of us live and where your room will be. It's also where the Commissary is, which is where you'll be eating your meals. Tomorrow morning, that's also where you'll find out what job the Computer has assigned you."

"It should work," Barry says, quickly picking out the ingredients they need. He knows Lydia's abilities enough to trust her with getting things started before moving to the door and putting an ear against it. He can hear movement on the other side and muffled voices, but it's difficult to know if they're friendly or not.

"We should probably find some weapons, just in case." He says, moving back towards the shelves that haven't been knocked over and lifting up his PDC. He's not sure if this is some kind of rescue attempt by well meaning citizens or a rioting mob. When nothing readily presents itself, he moves towards a guest chair and turns it over, before attacking the legs to break them off.

This would've been a lot easier with his speed.

Lydia starts grabbing beakers and mason jars as Barry moves to the door. She's not a big fan of making explosives, but she does know how, so if that's what she's got to do to get them out of here, then that's what she's going to do. It just always makes her nervous because one small misstep and kablam. She looks up at his comment.

"Yeah, you're right. You do that, I'm doing this. I can't split my attention right now," she says, but she doesn't say it in a scolding way, just a reminding one, because Lydia knows that Barry's just as good at chemistry as she is and understands how this sort of thing works. "Oh, and find something to attach the jars to the door, okay?"

"Well, from what I know so far I'm going to go ahead and agree." Izzy nods, trying to hold onto something hopeful here. She might not be able to prove anything, right now, about the memories (glitches, whatever), but she can focus on not being miserable, at least. That seems like the smartest course of action that she can take right now.

Izzy's never been anywhere without a support system. So, it definitely seems like she's got to create her own while she's here, while she's figuring things out. This place, absolutely, seems like it's the sort of place where she's going to need to not be alone. And so far...so good, even without her favorite clothing, makeup, and everyday items that she normally takes comfort in.

Izzy takes her surroundings in stride, to the best of her ability, up until the moment that Steve stops them in the center of the Wagon Wheel. Standing there with all of the different floors and people....all of it, Izzy can't help the fact that her jaw drops. "Whoa...." That was all she could manage for the moment, eyes scanning the place. In comparison to what she had seen already this place was definitely more impactful.

"I can definitely say this was not quite what I was expecting." Izzy admits, turning very slowly in a circle before stopping so that her eyes land on Steve. She's not sure how she feels about all of this, but the Wagon Wheel...definitely memorable. "Second most memorable part of the tour, Steve." She admits with a little smile. "And that's only second because the poster. That's pretty unforgettable." Izzy comments, expanding on her meaning before giving the place another once over...not seeing anything...out of the ordinary. As a shadowhunter...if there were something there she would have seen it, but...maybe she wasn't actually one. God, this was all still kind of confusing and difficult to wrap her head around.

"Is this the end of the tour or do I get to follow you around for a little longer?"

Watching Adam is something Ronan makes a professional sport.

He also likes when he can feel Adam's eyes on him. Destruction is one of Ronan's favorite ways to pass time. They do work well together. Ronan is always willing to destroy things for Adam's delight or mental health.

It would be easier if the PDAs would take pictures. Of course, they couldn't trust that the computer wouldn't use said pictures for evidence of treason. Ronan will try to help fill in details for him. He got a decent look at it before he tore it to pieces.

"Destroy some cameras. It'll take at least a day or two to get new ones up."

At least he understands her. That's important. Besides, it's best to just go with it. He'll learn.

His interest doesn't go unnoticed. It's a good thing too because it's not really something she should say without knowing for sure whether someone is anti-computer or not.

She tilts her head to one side. "Not possible how? Be specific." Her voice is demanding, at attention and intense. "Trust me. You are not going to freak me out. In my glitches, I slay vampires and they turn to dust when I stake them. Sometimes, I kiss them too."

Someone misunderstood the meaning of Very Special? Yes, she's telling them to offer pie, you know, to get someone to open the door. It's a sound idea! Maybe and she's not doing anything except waiting, why shouldn't she check her nails?

That glare would probably make her wince. She doesn't know Steve well enough to be pleased with herself the way she would if he were Giles.

Once the door opens, Buffy hops to attention and heads up the stairs. She's got a billy club in one hand, her gun still on her hip (she can't even express how much she didn't want to take the gun).

The first person falls to a well aimed billy club at the back of the head. Buffy actually yells out 'Sorry!' when the person falls (she still doesn't like this hurting humans thing despite the fact that she's very human right now). After that, things get a little more hairy. The first time Buffy gets hit, she goes to the ground, her face feeling like it's exploding and taking her brain with it. She pushes herself up, getting to her feet and swinging the billy club up as she does, taking down the guy that hit her. She's not the strongest soldier Steve has and she's not the most disciplined, but she gets up every single time she gets knocked down and she knows her stuff. Her punches are dead on and text book perfect, but it's clear she's used to having to pull them and it takes her a few times to remember to punch with every bit of her strength. She can't jump kick the way she's used to, but she still knows how to do an impressive number of kicks and where to land things for maximum pain.

Buffy's confession hits Derek a little closer to home than he expects it to and he tries not to let it show on his face. It smacks so much of Kate Argent that Derek stiffens a little, taking in a sharp breath through his nostrils that he attempts to cover with a sniff before reaching a hand up to scratch at his stubble.

She believes her glitches to be memories...and she's a hunter in the glitches. Derek hesitates. Flashes of the glitches form in his mind: being chained to a wall and electrocuted before Kate's taunting him, licking his stomach when he can't stop her, just to get a rise out of him. Being shot with a wolfsbane bullet and nearly dying. Coming home from school with his older sister only to find their home surrounded by firetrucks that got there a little too late. The funerals they skipped out on holding because they were too scared to stay in California.

"I'm faster; stronger," he says. He's being specific while also being intentionally vague. "I have better senses. I heal; someone shoved a metal pipe through my back and out my stomach and I didn't die. I bled for a long time even after she took it out...but I didn't die." Like hell he's telling a hunter that he's a werewolf. Not here, not ever again. Even if she is cute. That lesson was learned the hard way.

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Those moans might be barely audible, but Matt hears them and they add fire to his desire, to this want in him. It's been a long time since he's been with anyone as well and he and Lydia have been pushing the boundaries of this for a while now. The last person he'd felt this way about had been Electra; he'd been ready to run away with her, to stay on the run and she'd been killed. They'd never gotten the chance to get back together like this. It's been a very long time since Matt has had sex and he is not thinking about anything except Lydia right now.

He's tuned into Lydia, into those soft breaths, into the way her skin feels, the way it reacts, the way she sounds and what she does. Even without his heightened sense of touch, she feels so good. They really need to get rid of his jumpsuit, but he's not thinking about that right now because there's so much of Lydia's skin expose that he needs to touch and taste. He bows his head and presses his lips against her collarbone, his tongue coming out to taste her skin, his teeth grazing against her skin. "A much better idea," he assures her in a whisper that's heavy with desire.

Every touch; every kiss feels electric. They've been dancing around this for what feels like forever, never having the privacy to delve into it and now that they do, she's aching for every part of him. Lydia catches her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down to stifle the sound of another moan. Some soft part of it escapes, but she has no idea whether there's audio bugs in his room or how thick the walls are and as loud as she typically likes to be during an encounter such as this, she's erring on the side of caution and figures he'll be all right with that.

"Matt..." she whimpers, releasing her bottom lip only to wet her lips as she rocks in his lap. "Take this off," she whispers, needy and wanton, her fingers curled around the edges of the jumpsuit she's only managed to push down to his waist and she gives it a tug downward to indicate what she means. "Please..."

Oliver had been assigned jobs before. Actually, he thought that Amanda Waller was more frightening than any computer was, so there was that at least. What remained to be seen was what the computer knew about his background. Did it know about his life as the Green Arrow? Military or protection forces. Working with Waller? Black Ops of some kind. He wasn't sure what it would make of Oliver Queen, the many times failed businessman and former socialite.

"Interesting," he replied, thinking about what it meant security-wise that the central power of the machine was in the south and not the middle. It meant that the thing either felt secure from outside forces period or else any threat was coming from the north and the south was its most secure spot. But as considered his surroundings, another, more terrible thought occurred to him. Damien Darkh had set up a refuge from the terror he was planning on inflicting. It didn't look anything like the internals that they were going through, but fresh air? Outside? That certainly was familiar. Darkh's refuge hadn't looked like it was underground.

He opened his mouth to ask one question, but quickly changed his mind. He couldn't ask what had happened in this supposed future to create a world like this because what little he'd seen said that he was supposed to believe that this was normal. He was supposed to be just another cog in the machine. So instead he'd ask a more pertinent question. "Are there any gym facilities? Working out helps me focus." Which was true. It also had the side benefit of keeping him in roughly fighting trim until he could figure out what was going on.

Of course, he was admitting a little to acknowledging a portion of his actual personality, but he doubted that it could be avoided completely. He could fake being relatively mundane, but he was pretty sure that he couldn't fake being a complete nonentity. So if he was going to have to reveal some things, he'd reveal things that led to practical results.

"Yeah, of course," Barry says, not wanting to cause her any distractions when she's building what's equivalent to a flash bomb. He can feel his adrenaline building as there's the sound of another bang outside the door. Another good kick and he now had two leg chairs to use as potential weapons.

He set to work looking for something to put the jars against the door. After checking a few drawers he discovered a roll of something similar to duct tape. He held it up for Lydia to see. "Got it."

They'd have to tape the jars to the door and then one of them would need to pour in the final compound before making a run for it. "I'll pour it in." He grinned. "I'm pretty fast when it comes to running."

Steve smiles and shakes his head in slight disbelief. Working out helps him focus too. "If that's the case, we might be seeing more of each other in our off hours. Which is to say yes, absolutely. In the Armed Forces sector. There's a training complex with an obstacle course and a gym, which should be open to you. There's also a pool, or so I hear, if swimming is your preferred form of fitness."

A beat. "Armed forces is just north of us, if you'd like to see it. We could drop by before heading towards the Wagon Wheel."

It would delay Steve's ability to be a little more frank with Oliver, but he'd asked about the gym after all. Maybe it would help Oliver to see where the gym facilities were in-person.

"I would tell you that from here on out, I'll start taking new Specials on a path without those posters, but..." He smiles back. "...I'm not quite sure one exists."

Steve knew going in that being the welcoming committee meant he'd be smiling a lot, but over the past few minutes with Izzy, he felt himself doing it more spontaneously and more often than he expected to tonight. Izzy was charming and friendly in a way that felt ... resilient, perhaps.

"Two more stops, actually, before I get out of your way and just let you explore."

The first was the Commissary on the 15th floor, which meant they got to ride those incredible elevators nearly to the top of the building. Steve doesn't stop them in the main room for long, but it's important that she know where it is. "You're expected to be here by 08:00 tomorrow morning. Don't forget. Plus, it'll be where literally everyone else is going. This is also where meals are served."

It was still early enough that if she wanted to grab something to eat, she could. While there was a platform at the front of the Commissary, there were food-serving stations with Troubleshooters behind them in the back. In the middle were a lot of tables and benches.

But before they get back to the elevators to go to their next stop, Steve takes a turn to the right instead of the left, leading her down a pretty wide hallway. It looks like going this way might lead to the kitchen that cooks the meals, but Steve stops about halfway down the hall, right beneath a surveillance camera.

"Izzy, if you have other questions, now is the time to ask." His tone is more serious than before. "Everyone in the Alpha Complex is being watched, especially the Specials, like you and me. But some of us have learned that not every surveillance camera is functional. Like this one." He points up. "The red light is on, but there's no tape and no recording. That isn't the case most of the time, but right now, no one else can hear us."

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It isn't like she expects Barry to say anything other than agreeing to her delegation because he's a science guy and he knows that explosives are incredibly delicate, but she gives him a little smile without looking up and nods as well, anyway. "Thanks, sweetie."

She's mixed the base already by the time he's got the chair legs broken off to use as weapons and has found some sort of tape vaguely resembling duct tape — which she hopes like hell will actually hold — and she looks back at him for a moment.

"Are you sure?" she asks. "Because it would take longer, but we could rig something up to do the pouring for us, Barry..." She's nervous about the idea of him adding the final component to create the chemical reaction just because it's a pretty big boom once it takes effect, but she's also not going to fight him on it or patronize him if he really does think he can get clear enough from the door fast enough to avoid getting hurt.

Izzy doesn't bother to hold back the laugh. She can't help it that Steve has his amusing moments, maybe even bordering adorable, actually. How someone who looks as good as he does can manage to be so sheepish, she doesn't know, but it definitely makes him endearing. "Oh, good, they won't be missing out, then." She winks at him, obviously joking around.

The tour might have started out semi-uncomfortable, mainly because of where she'd come from, but now Izzy felt at least a little bit comforted. After all, Steve didn't have the same manner as the people who had ushered her along, making their obvious lack of personalities more than obvious. Steve had a personality, and felt like a person who actually cared, and that was definitely a step in a better direction for the whole welcome-wagon. She just needed that little bit of a sign that not everyone here was robotic to loosen up like this. She'd be okay, though, because she had to be. She didn't have another option. Izzy was always okay, even when she wasn't.

"Sounds like a plan to me." The young woman nodded, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears so that it was out of the way, the tattoo on her neck standing out more with her hair back like this. Runes. They were runes, but were they really? That was still up in the air. And she doesn't know that she can actually ask anything about glitches without getting herself into a world of trouble, once the time for questions actually arrives.

Dutifully, Isabelle followed after Steve, taking in everything as she walks along as best she can. This place was definitely huge, the Wagon Wheel in particular. "Aye, aye, Captain." Izzy gives a playful salute, to show that she definitely understands when and where she is supposed to be in the morning. She's following along well so far, at least. A curious look crosses her face as Steve makes a detour on the way back to the elevators, her heat tilting a bit as they come to a stop, taking in everything around her in this spot.

It's definitely interesting, and not a stop she was expecting on the tour. Studying Steve for a long moment, Izzy contemplates what, if anything, she thinks that she is okay to ask in this situation. He's been nice, and a comforting presence once she broke through to his personality, but....she's sure as hell not trying to get herself slapped with a charge of treason already. Studying the camera for a moment, Izzy wets her lips and then crosses her arms, in thought for only a moment. "You're different from the others that were in green." Izzy nods toward his jumpsuit. "Why? And how did you get to the level you're at?" Izzy tries to keep her tone respectful and yet...careful, not trying to actually get herself into any trouble.

"And how closely are we being watched, should I be treading carefully at all times...even now?" She poses tentatively, one manicured eyebrow lifting, her own tone definitely more serious.

"Yeah, good idea." Adam really wants to start with the camera in their own room. However, he knows the hallway should come first for everyone's benefit. That's why he looks up, aims the flashlight up and finds the camera closest to their room.

He eyes it for a minute, then glances at Ronan. "Lift me up on your shoulders?"

His eyebrows go up, surprised actually at what her first question was. In retrospect, it makes sense. Why should she trust him, and believe that this isn't some deliberate trap laid down by the Computer to catch traitorous thoughts on her first day? There wasn't much that Steve could do to prove otherwise, honestly, other than by sheer force of his personality. Even if he says something traitorous, it could have been approved by the Computer as a bait.

Step one was answering her truthfully, though.

"My first week here, there was a terrorist attack during a parade. One of the secret societies started shooting Troubleshooters, and didn't care if anyone else got in the way. My training, back home, before all of this-" Yes, he was referring to his glitchy memories as if they were real, for the first time that night. "-was in military combat. So I started establishing a line of defense, got civilians out of the way. Shortly after that, I got my first promotion."

He takes a breath and just looks at Izzy for a moment before continuing. "The Computer is ... crazy, there's no doubt about that. But there are people in this place who are crazier, more brutal, and don't care about anyone's safety. Every time I take them on, the Computer seems to appreciate it. I don't know what that says about a ... well, Computer, but it's something."

As for how closely they're being watched, that's easy. It's been something Steve has been trying to figure out since he got here. "We're constantly being watched, and listened to. Your room, which I'll show you soon, will have a camera inside of it. Every square inch of this place is covered, but not every camera works. The safest way to communicate is by writing things down and then ripping them up. Or-" Steve pulls out his PDC from his pocket. "You should have gotten one of these from Technical Services before we left. Can I see it?"

Izzy's not sure exactly what she was expecting Steve to say. Maybe she was starting to channel the normal paranoia that she doesn't give into on a regular basis, but everything about the way that he talks about his first week here seems legitimate. Isabelle Lightwood has had some experience with manipulation, and she's good at judging, and seeing people. Steve doesn't act like someone who is sharing a rehearsed story. Of course, part of that is due to the earnest...quality that he has about him.

He seems a lot like the sort of person that genuinely cares, which was her first assessment. After all, he was the first friendly face that Iz saw in this place. So, it's not hard for her to relax and to settle back on that opinion of the man.

It also doesn't escape her notice that he references memories, and not in a way that indicates that he believes them false. If he believes they're glitches, he's really bad at the way he phrases things, Izzy notes. So, that's another tick in the box for Izzy's own memories being true, which is slightly comforting, actually. Her dark curls move slightly as she nods, understanding that Steve proved himself useful and capable. "So you went into hero-mode." Izzy summarized what she heard, a bit of that smile back. "And you saved people, so you were rewarded for your quick thinking and action. Got it."

Izzy wasn't going to hope for a repeat, but if she was going to be stuck here...moving upward (to figure more out and to do more) didn't seem like a bad option. Back home she was able to do more in control of the institute than not. Of course, that was just a thought right now. She wasn't sure what she thought of anything here yet. From what she was hearing, though, Iz wasn't sure about this place. He made it sound like it was a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils.

"So, the lesser of two crazies, then. The Computer isn't perfect, but...." She gave a shrug before adding on another nod of understanding. Izzy had protected people back home. She would do the same here....even if it weren't from demons. This was definitely a lot to digest, to process, but she felt as if she were doing a good job. The Computer might not actually be her friend, or trustworthy, but....people willing to kill whoever to meet their end goal....definitely worse in the long run.

"Well, that's comforting. Good thing I'm not shy." Izzy mutters before giving a nod at Steve's request, moving to pull out the PDC that she'd been given. She doesn't remember when she tucked it away, but she was focusing much more on the tour. Holding the device out to him, Izzy's all ears. "So pen and paper or...I'm assuming encryption software, or something?" She asks, knowing just enough about technology to ask that question, considering he's talking about safe ways to communicate.

There's a big difference between Kate and Buffy. Buffy doesn't kill those that aren't doing any harm. Hell, sometimes she doesn't kill those that do harm, not if she thinks there's a chance for redemption. However, Derek can't possibly know this given what they've said to each other and Buffy doesn't know that she needs to make any distinction.

A slayer. She'd insist there's a difference. Riley and Sam are hunters. She's got a bigger responsibility all around. Not that she's belittling what Riley and Sam do. They're amazing and they don't have to do what they do. That makes them amazing. Buffy, in so many ways, never had a choice.

She listens intently as he describes his glitches to her, describes the person that he is in them. Her brow furrows a little. "Okay, don't freak out on me, but are you drinking blood in any of the glitches? I'm not going to go all terminator on you. Swear. My last two boyfriends have been vampires."

Yup. This is what you get when you're vague.

He hasn't scanned the room for audio bugs either and he'd really like it if she didn't stifle those moans, but it's probably wise that she does. Either way, it adds fuel to that fire burning inside of him for her.

The way she whimpers his name like that shoots straight through him as does the way she rocks in his lap against him. He's so hard right now he aches with it and when she makes it clear that she's just as needy and wanting as he is, he wastes little time in getting the jumpsuit off. He lifts her and moves her to the side so that they're both lying down, so that he can shed the jumpsuit before moving beside her again. His hands are back on her skin, exploring and sliding against it, reveling in the way she feels. He's only wearing the boxer briefs he had on under the jumpsuit and they're thin enough that he's already glad he took the jumpsuit off and he rocks his hips against her.

Oh, they'll definitely get to the camera in their room. It'll be the first thing they do once the doors unlock. Ronan nods at Adam's idea and gets down on one knee, his other leg bent to stabilize himself and give Adam a place to step or to put his hand should he need it.

"Climb up," Ronan smirks.

And Blue always thought that the first time she kissed her true love, she'd wind up killing him. Okay, so that did happen. She had kissed Gansey and he had died. But thanks to Cabeswater, thanks to Ronan and his increadible dreams, he had lived again. Things don't always turn out the way you plan it. Blue's more than aware of that.

She watches Cisco as he makes his way to his bed and drops down in a way that seems to describe exactly how she feels right about now. It's only been what, days? It feels like a century at least. "Oppression by suppression," she mutters with a frown. "Smother us with boredom until we give in?"

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