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alphalogs2016-08-21 11:59 am
- [daycycle 104],
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- barry allen [the flash],
- buffy summers [btvs],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- matt murdock [daredevil],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- ~inactive: blue sargent [the raven cycle
Daycycle 104 [ August 21-27 ]
daycycle 104
[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.
Night-time
She leaves HQ with Gucci on her heels and makes her way to the Wagon Wheel, relieved that things seem to have died down quite a bit. All the same, she's grateful for the ULTRAVIOLET laser barrel she's got on her laser gun and she's decided to just leave it there indefinitely, because she really wishes she'd had it earlier in the day, just in case.
It doesn't take her long to get to the GREEN clearance area and Lydia keeps her head high and her badge hidden in a fold of her jumpsuit as she gives flirtatious smile after flirtatious smile to checkpoint guards who are all too happy to wave her past when they're on the receiving end of attention from someone they believe to be a higher-up. Lydia lets herself into Matt's room and drops down on his bed. He's not back yet, but she doubts he'll be much longer. He's taken to going to the citizen improvement offerings lately and she knows it's important to his career and the goals he has within it, so she just settles there, propped up with one elbow as she sprawls with Gucci on the floor beside her. He'll get here when he gets here. Until then, she'll just scroll through the PDC to pass the time.
Re: Night-time
It's no secret that Lydia has been working toward being promoted to YELLOW. It would make her life easier in many ways. It would also make Matt's life easier because neither of them would have to worry about being arrested for treason or something else like that. He worries about her wandering the halls, but then that's a common enough concern for him.
Matt doesn't blame her for not wanting to go to Citizen Improvement. It's dreary and uninspiring. There are many things he'd rather be doing with his time, but it's also an important thing for him to attend. When he heads to his room that night, he's tired (it's been an eventful day). He toys with the idea of sending Lydia a message or maybe going down to HQ once he's had a chance to clean up. He's got no idea about the GREEN jumpsuit so when he opens the door and steps inside, he's surprised to smell and hear someone else inside. The mechanical movements and the scent clue him in to the fact that it's probably Lydia and Gucci, but that doesn't make any sense.
"Lydia?" he says, his voice full of all that doubt and confusion.
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"Hello handsome," she answers with a little smile as Gucci finishes identifying Matt — she'll have to talk to Root about that and see if they can't boost the facial recognition a little because she suspects that the first response in the algorithm is to analyze the eyes of the person the Petbot is trying to identify. Matt's wearing his glasses more often than not, which slows Gucci down. The Petbot settles on the floor again, satisfied that he's a friendly rather than a threat and Lydia pushes herself to her feet to meet Matt halfway.
Tossing her hair back over her shoulder to get it out of her face, she closes the space between them to greet him with a little kiss before pushing the door shut behind him. "How was Citizen Improvement tonight? Dull, extra dull, or holy shit dull?" she teases. The fact that he can stick those things out is impressive and it makes him a better man than she is woman, if you ask Lydia. "So, I was thinking...I should stay the night tonight. I feel like this shiny new GREEN jumpsuit looks pretty good on me, but it might even look better on your floor," she says casually, a little facial shrug pulling down the corners of her mouth in mock thoughtfulness. "What do you think?"
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He doesn't mind the surprise because it is Lydia, but it is disconcerting to know that someone is in your room and not know who it is. Gucci's footsteps let him in on the secret pretty quickly so no harm done and it's a fantastic surprise.
Honestly, it's pretty amazing what Root has been to do with the petbot thus far. Matt's confusion and wariness disappears when Lydia greets him. He relaxes and a smile curves his lips as he leans his cane against the wall near the door and takes his glasses off to put them on a small table.
As soon as she's close enough, his arms circle about her, head bowing for that kiss, anticipating it. "I'm going with the third one," he chuckles. He always goes hoping for information that he can use and rarely gets it, but it does give him some insight into the computer's 'thinking' process. He's determined the computer is insane. Funny how that seems to be a theme for AIs. Surprise paints his features again as Lydia explains why she's there, but this time it's a really good surprise. "I feel like I ought to ask how you got the jumpsuit and if it's safe, but I'm a little preoccupied by the idea of you not wearing the jumpsuit," he admits with a wicked little grin. His hands stray up over her back and her shoulders as if examining the jumpsuit for himself.
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"Is it helping you gain some insight, though?" she asks when they part. She knows that's mostly the reason Matt goes, anyway, since most of the Citizen Improvement activities are useless garbage as far as she's concerned. Not all of them, but most.
Laughing, Lydia reaches up to brush his bangs off of his forehead while he's examining the jumpsuit. "You wouldn't like the answer anyway so let's just focus on me not wearing the jumpsuit," she says playfully, taking one of his hands and kissing him chastely again before leading him toward the bed. Gucci, to his credit, gets up and moves completely across the room and out of their potential path so he doesn't become a tripping hazard.
"We've probably got about an hour before the sleep aid gets released. I got a gas mask, but I forgot whether you'd had one, so I only bought the one…" she says as she feels the bed against the backs of her knees and she turns them in place, guiding Matt to take a seat on the edge of it. She's lowering herself to straddle his lap as she continues, "but even if you don't have one, an hour's a decent amount of time. We can get a lot done in an hour…" Her voice is a little lower than normal while still settled in that natural rasp that's just shy of vocal fry. The tone she's using is plenty suggestive.
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"Not at all," he insists. "I very much like the surprise." He's simply not used to being surprised. No, they really haven't unfortunately and he is completely into that. He can't imagine a better way to spend any night.
He nods a little. "It is. At least I've got a better idea of what the computer expects which gives me a better idea of how to defend people." Most of the Citizen Improvement is useless garbage and he's generally bored to tears, but he goes, he records the audio and he picks out what he finds useful.
"Mmmm, that is a much better focus," he hums a little, tilting his head into her touch. Worry tickles at the back of his mind, but he keeps it there. He doesn't want to know how Lydia obtained the jumpsuit for a lot of reasons both practical and emotional. He clasps her hand loosely, following her easily. He's aware by now that Lydia wouldn't lead him astray and run him into anything. He hears Gucci move so he knows that he's out of the way.
Matt feels the bed against the backs of his knees when she turns them and he sinks down onto the bed, grinning when Lydia settles herself on him. One hand goes to her hip, while he slides his other up to cup her cheek. "Let's make the most of that hour then," he tells her in a voice husky with desire. Simply imagining how they're going to spend it is having it's effect on him. Of course, right now, her voice and the weight of her against him is making him crazy as well. He tips his head up to kiss her, fingers caressing her cheek and sliding into her hair as he sucks on her bottom lip.
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She's glad that he's actually getting something out of it. If nothing else, if it helps him do his job better, then he's more likely to have a better — albeit only slightly — chance at winning a case now and again and Lydia knows that will make him feel like he's making a difference — beacuse he will be — and that it'll make him feel a lot better about the situation as a whole than he does right now. If Matt's happy, then Lydia is, too, and she imagines that he feels much the same about her.
Humming her amusement at his response, Lydia's chin lifts just slightly and she grins, leaning into his touch for a moment before moving to take his hand off her hip and move it to the buttons in the front of her jumpsuit. "That sounds like the best plan I've heard in months," she admits, her own voice just as low with that same wanton lilt to it.
As she returns his kiss, Lydia moves one of her hands to hold his jaw lightly and she's admittedly anxious to touch and be touched, so her hips have started rocking just ever so slightly in his lap. This GREEN jumpsuit is already so worth the risk it took to get it.
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Yeah, he's aware of how slight that chance of winning a case is, but if he can win any of them or even get punishments reduced for people, he'll be happy. Plus, it helps him win some points with the natives when he does some good for them. Maybe it will help improve special and alpha relations. He feels very much the same way. It always makes him much happier when she's happy. It's contagious that way because he does care.
When she moves his hand to those buttons, he starts deftly undoing them, fingertips brushing against her bare skin as he goes down the line of buttons. "I think nights are about to get al ot more interesting for both of us." His voice is soft with a growl of desire to it.
He continues with the buttons as she kisses him, hands slipping inside the jumpsuit to caress her skin. The way she rocks against him makes him moan softly into the kiss. Yup. This is going to be a good night.
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"I think so too, baby," she breathes, her own tone a slightly higher-pitched mirror of Matt's. Lydia lets out a soft breath that has just the slightest hint of a moan on the back end of it when she feels him begin to explore her exposed skin for the first time. After a moment, Lydia shrugs the top half of the jumpsuit off entirely, paying it no mind as it pools around her waist,and she guides his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. As much as she knows Matt could probably find it himself with little trouble, she's aching for a more full skin on skin contact that they've been missing this whole time and she figures guiding him could...well...hurry things along a little.
Her fingers move to the buttons of his jumpsuit next, because this should absolutely be reciprocal, she thinks, and she's been dying for them to be able to touch one another for what feels like forever. Finally, they've got the privacy to do it and if they only have an hour, she's not going to waste it.
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That growl in Lydia's voice ratchets Matt's desire up even higher as does that exhalation and the way her skin feels underneath his hands. He doesn't mind the way she guides his hands around to the clasp on her bra. Not only is it a confirmation of how much she wants this, it's also permission. He undoes the clasp deftly, sliding the straps down her arms and dipping his head to string kisses along newly exposed skin.
Reciprocal is a very good thing. It doesn't occur to him to warn her that his body is covered in scars. Most notably are the across his chest and on his back, but his torso and arms are littered with small scars. There's another long, curving scar across his ribs and something that's obviously a bullet wound to his left shoulder. He's also not thinking of how to explain them. He's never really had to for reasons that don't need to be discussed.
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Lydia pushes the top of it off his shoulders and down his arms, her hands moving to his chest and, while she feels scar tissue under her fingers, Lydia doesn't register any alarm or aversion to them. She runs with wolves. They heal a lot faster than people do, but she has seen some of them injured more gravely than the injuries that probably caused the scars on Matt. She barely registers them there. He knows how to fight; he's been teaching her. She just assumes they have some connection to that and if he wants her to know the stories behind them, he'll tell her. If he doesn't, then she won't ask and doesn't mind being in the dark.
Abruptly, Lydia takes his face in her hands and lifts his head so that she can get off his lap, shimmying out of the jumpsuit entirely, leaving only the last piece of undergarment in the way. She loves her body; she wishes that he could see it, because she's proud of it, if she's being entirely honest with herself. The fact is that he can't see with his eyes, but he can see with his hands, she knows that much. Bonus points for the fact that she'll enjoy the way it feels while he's "looking" at her.
Lydia lowers herself down onto his lap again, taking his hands and moving them to her bared hips. "I want you to see me, Matt..." she whispers, ducking her head so that her lips brush against his ear when she does. To help clarify that she doesn't mean that wistfully like she wishes he wasn't blind, and that she means it literally in the way he "saw" her face so many weeks ago, she moves his hands up her waist a little ways before letting her hands fall away from his so that he can do it on his own.
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Her fingers slide across his skin, pulling a groan from his lips. One of these days he will tell her, but right now how he got his scars are the furthest thing from his mind.
At first, there's a look of confusion on Matt's face as she slips off his lap, but he hears the swish of fabric and realizes what she's doing. That's when his expression becomes one of desire and hunger. He wishes that he could see her as well. He's only got the vaguest idea of what her body might look like and that's not nearly enough.
His breath catches when Lydia returns to his lap and puts his hands on her hips. At first, he's struck a bit speechless by her verbal request. He can't see her, obviously. Not that way at least. When she clarifies by sliding his hands up her waist, he relaxes, sliding his hands back down to her hips, thumbs gliding over her hipbones then moving his hands up her waist slowly, fingertips grazing her ribs.
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At first, when she tells him what she wants, she isn't sure he's understood her. He seems to get it a moment after and her eyes slip shut so that she can focus on the tactile sensation of Matt's hands moving over her bare skin.
Lydia lets out a soft breath as his fingertips ghost over her ribs and her eyes open again, although they're hooded with desire and need. Lydia's own hands are moving on his chest again, sliding down his torso and teasing at his waist if only because she can't really get it any lower with the position that they're in and the fact that his jumpsuit is still on. "It's better without the too-big jumpsuit in the way," she says quietly, although she does have to give credit where it's due: the GREEN one fits a lot more nicely than her RED and ORANGE ones did and do. It's not fitted, but it's closer. "I thought maybe you could get a better idea with it off," she adds, a playful lilt slipping into her raspy voice.
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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.
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"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..."
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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.
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She crushes her mouth to his again, sucking on his bottom lip as she grinds back against him, meeting the rhythm of his hips in search of friction. Her breasts push against his chest, the skin on skin contact too good a sensation to ignore or pull away from. She's vaguely aware that they're probably being watched, because there's a camera in Matt's room, unless he or someone else have disabled it, but she's so wrapped up in the moment and finally feeling him that Lydia can't find it in her heart to give a damn.
It's the first time they've been alone enough to even come close to being this intimate and she's not going to waste it fretting that some pervy Alpha in IntSec is getting his rocks off watching. Let them.
Her leg lifts away from him again and she shifts onto her back, lifting her hips to shimmy out of her panties, tossing them onto the floor with abandon before she turns on her side and pushes Matt onto his back onto to climb on top of him, sitting on his lap and straddling him with a grin that he can probably hear even if he can't see it. Her chest is heaving as she catches her breath before she speaks but when she finally manages it, her voice is low and gravelly with need. "I'm never giving up that GREEN jumpsuit," she says because it's what afforded her the ability to get into his room so that they could have this time together. It's going to be the best forty-five minutes — she's guessing that's what they've got left — either of them have had in a while, she's going to make sure of it.
((ooc: ftb there?))