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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

Cisco huffs a little and rolls his eyes, but he nods all the same, because well. That sounds about right. "Seems legit," he agrees. "Here's the thing, though..."

He pauses and pushes himself up, propping himself up with his elbow and looking over at her. "If they're boring us until we give in, there's a nasty little side effect that goes with it that you'd think they'd have been smart enough to pick up on. If you don't have your mind stimulated at least on a semi-regular basis, it causes a lot of problems. Laziness, drowsiness, lethargy, lack in initiative...all of that stuff would be the sort of stuff you should want to avoid if you want a group of people to cooperate with you and bend to your every whim, no?"

She places the jumpsuit aside, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. He's bringing up some interesting points here. Treasonous points? Blue doesn't know and frankly, doesn't care. It's only been a couple of days and, okay, some aspects of sewer reclamation are interesting but overall? Overall those so-called glitches in her memory are definitely preferable.

"We have our assignments," she points out, resting her elbows on her knees and chin in her hands. A second later, she waves one hand dismissively. "Wouldn't you prefer lethargy over spirit if you're trying to keep order?"

And then Blue counters with good points as well. Cisco gives half a nod-shrug sort of gesture, his brow creased in thought.

"Yes," he agrees, "however...you also have to take into consideration that they want us to be happy so badly that they feed us pills if they think we need it. So now you're looking at two contradictory desired end results from the Computer. Honestly, I think good ol' Friend Computer has downloaded one too many toolbars for his browser. Cuckoobananas, that's what I think."

"So does the American pharmaceutical industry," Blue counters. Arguing is something she's good at. Being contrary at times tends to come naturally to her. She really can't help it. Her eye brows raise a little. "And enough people willingly buy into that."

Not that she's against the use of prescription meds when necessary. It's just that 'when necessary' part she tends to believe in.

"I didn't realize cuckoobananas was a clinical term. Or that I was rooming with a doctor."

"Well yeah," Cisco replies, "but the Computer is the one issuing them here, so I don't think...the happiness officers get paid out the ass like the pharmaceutical companies do, you know, so it's kind of not...exactly the same? What I'm saying is, if the Computer wants us to be happy, rather than boring us to death and then doping us up on pills we don't need, maybe it should just be stimulating our minds and killing two birds with one stone."

Man, all the cute girls around her like to argue, he's learned. What the hell is up with that?

"Oh, see? You learn something new every day," he jokes. And then he shakes his head because no, he's not a doctor and he'd never pretend to be one. "Cuckoobananas is a legit term, I can't believe you didn't know that, Blue, get it together, girl." He looks over at her and smirks.

He talks about stimulating minds as if it's a right that everyone deserves. It's that same idealism that Gansey would talk with. But not everyone has that right. Not everyone can afford to go to a fancy four year college and get a real education. Some people are just doomed to be waitresses and postal workers and janitors. Rather than endearing her to his naive optimism, it just annoys. That has more to do with Blue than it does Cisco though. She misses Gansey a lot.

Maybe Cisco's just lucky?

"I still have a hard time believing I'll find the word in the Oxford Dictionary," Blue says slowly, her Henrietta drawl slipping in. Sorry Cisco; Blue's a sensible one. She has a sense of humor, really, but being stuck in the Alpha Complex is starting to destroy it. "Maybe cuckoo. And banana. But not together."

See? She can joke.

To that, Cisco shrugs a little and settles on his mattress, because he's fairly certain that the sleep aid is going to be released sooner than later and he'd rather not fall asleep in an uncomfortable position and wake up stiff and pissed off in the morning. "Well, nobody's perfect, Blue," he replies, yawning. "Give Oxford a break."

He turns his head to look back at her with a smirk. He can joke, too.

With a groan, he shifts on the mattress. "Seriously, these mattresses are the freaking worst to try to get comfortable on before the gas gets released. I've woken up stiff every morning so far. Not cool."

Blue's not exactly a fan of the sleep aid - or any of the other drugs that seem to be in abundance here. It's caught her off guard more than once, and she's only been here a few nights in comparison to some of the others here. She notices him shift around in his bed and takes it as a sign that she should do the same. Out of pure contrariness, Blue doesn't want to. But he's right; waking up stiff isn't fun.

"There's always the floor," she points out unhelpfully as she lies on her back, tugging the blanket over part of her body. "Would you rather sleep there?"

A few moments later, after a little more tossing and turning, Cisco finds a spot where he's not contorted awkwardly to avoid being jabbed in the back or hip with a spring, because this mattress, seriously, is ass. Finally, he looks back at Blue as he pulls the blankets up around himself.

"Honestly? I'm not sure I'd be able to tell the difference," he says, only half joking. His eyes close in a slow blink and he hears the vents opening. "Welp. That's our cue. G'night Blue, happy gassing," he says in a flat tone that suggests sarcasm with little actual effort.

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[Aug 21 - Aug 27]

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