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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.
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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?))