Daycycle 105 [ August 28 - September 03]

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daycycle 105

[Aug 28 - Sept 3]

Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
Felicity Smoak and Natasha Romanoff, have been selected for today’s mission. Details are below:

‘In order to help us improve our combat simulators, you will need to run through any combat situation you encounter at least three times. On the second pass through, engage the combat at a greater range than originally. On the third pass through, attempt it at a much closer range. You will provide tactical notes to our staff afterwards. If the simulators catch fire, or fail to respond to override commands... note that too. The eggheads were supposed to have fixed that.’

Please debrief the computer on the status of your mission by the end of the Daycycle here.

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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.

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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 1700 in Hangar 15, Armed Forces Sector and will be hosted by the Alpha Complex Dogeball Association. Join us for a game of Alpha Dodgeball! All clearance levels above INFRARED welcome.

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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.

Comments

[withstyle]

Izzy knows that the man she's currently bothering isn't her brother. He just reminds her of Alec, and she was always an expert at dealing with his moods, even if he'd argue that she wasn't. She's not all that intimidated by him, his mood, or his size. It's not that she has balls, so much as she's just used to dealing with bad moods, and surliness.

She knows that this guy, whatever his name might be, isn't Alec. It's a nice little reminder of the brother who isn't here, though. Just to see someone who (upon first look) is a little similar. Isabelle can't help that that's what she gravitates toward either, just like she can't help the amusement that causes the corners of her mouth to pull upward a little. So, this morning fell somewhere in the middle for him, not the worst and not the best.

Izzy couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been here, and what it'd take for her to settle in.

"This middle morning between best and worst." Izzy surmises before she shrugs a little bit before sitting back, her gaze forward for a long moment. Well, until he mentions hating this place, anyway. That gets the petite woman to turn her head, unabashedly looking right at him. "I can see the merit in hating it." Izzy speaks lightly, knowing that she should tread carefully, but she's never been one for fear, or letting it control her. "I can't say I'm a fan so far, even if I haven't had that long to settle in just yet." Her own eyebrows lift, almost in challenge to match his own, despite her light tone of voice. If he was trying to catch her for treason (and what the hell here wasn't treason) he'd probably already caught her, even if she wasn't spewing venom, what she'd said was likely enough.

Izzy didn't live her life in fear; she also did, and said, what she felt was right, and so far...hatred toward this place didn't seem to be in the wrong. She was quickly getting there herself with all of the rules, regulations, and just how stifling the place managed to be. She didn't know if that was his reason, but if it was she sure as hell understood.

[duelo]

Derek shrugs. "I suppose," he replies. He's only been here a couple of days and already he can tell that every day is going to bleed slowly into the next; they're all going to feel exactly the same and it's going to drive him slowly mad. Derek is the kind of person who needs to be doing something to feel productive and determining physical fitness of a bunch of random strangers doesn't exactly scratch that itch for him. Add in that his roommate planted a seed he can't shake and all he can think about is whether the life he remembers before this place is real or a big misunderstanding and it's easy to understand why he's in such a foul mood this morning.

"I haven't either," he replies, but he shrugs again. "I just feel like everything is meaningless in this place. Being unhappy is treasonous, but how the hell are we supposed to be happy when we're bored out of our goddamned minds all waking hours of the day?" Not to mention that they don't even get to decide when they go to sleep or what they want to eat. No wonder they get fed happy pills on a regular basis. They'd all be in jail for treason without them.

[withstyle]

Izzy can't help but think about how badly this bodes for the near future. Then again, hearing that her memories were glitches had already sort of cemented that. She's been struggling not to think about the people that she remembers in such vivid detail, but they keep going back, and it keeps leading her back to the idea that what she's been told is a lie.

It seems easier, or rather more likely, that her memories are the truth...as opposed to a glitch. They're too strong, and too vivid to just be a flaw in her programing. Izzy isn't sure she's ready to vocalize that thought, but she's sure that she has a brother, two actually, and the rest....maybe it's the glitch, but there are some things she's certain about.

"How long have you had to settle so far, handsome?" Izzy asks, shifting to angle her body so that it's a little easier to converse with him. She's not sure she could answer him if he asked why she felt compelled to talk to him, but she does. And she doesn't think that he's wrong about the way this place works either, so she nods, a slight dip of her chin before lifting it back up, all the while allowing her understanding to melt through onto her face. If that's what she's got to look forward to, she's going to get bored fast.

Part of Izzy wants to try and find a positive note for her current sour companion, but even she can't get blood from a stone. She can't make this place into something it isn't, unfortunately. What the hell are they supposed to do other than go on autopilot in this place?

Stretching her hand out, to offer for a handshake, Izzy managed one of her charming smiles. "I'm Izzy, and I don't know what they expect, but I know that I don't plan on being bored and stuck in monotony every day, personally. So, I guess we make our own excitement...one way or another." She gives a half shrug, lifting up her right shoulder and then letting it drop. She's not sure exactly how they're going to do that, or if it's considered treason. And it's probably mostly bluster that she can even get it out, but she hasn't been here long enough to really muster up actual hatred for the place yet.

And Izzy....well, she's never been good at wallowing in misery.

phone tag, sorry for any errors LOL

[duelo]

"Derek," he corrects her flatly. Cute the first time, a little too reminiscent of Kate Argent's smooth, confident attitude for his taste the second. He shifts uncomfortably in place, frowning. "Two days." It's frustrating dealing with the warring sides of his mind, especially since he doesn't actually want any of those "glitches" to be real memories. If they are, it just means everything in his life was awful and most of that was his own fault. Who would want the memory of getting one's whole family and half of their subsequent pack killed to be a real one?

He's in his own head and he feels a little bad about being rude but he'd sort of shut himself down in the absence of someone he gave a shit about impressing and he's fallen down the rabbit hole of his own confusion since. What's real? What isn't? Is he take a mutant and, if so, why can't be do anything with that?

When she offers her hand, Derek shakes it and gives a small nod. "I guess so," he agrees, because she's right, really... Although, Derek has no interest in being arrested — Again, he thinks — so he can't really offer to join her in her crusade. "Good luck with that," he adds and it's the first time he has sounded genuine rather than sour this whole conversation. He does mean that. Derek hopes Izzy finds what she's looking for. He still needs to sort out his own head before me can delve into all that. While he hasn't decided whether or not he'll bother because he's too damn distracted to think straight, Derek does get a good look at her and makes a mental note of her name to check back in with her another time. After he sorts out the mush in his head, anyway.

[withstyle]

Izzy nods, noting the name that she didn't have before. Derek is definitely a guy with a lot of...weight on him, and not of the physical variety. It'd take an idiot not to be able to see that he has a lot going on. Izzy's been struggling with her own stuff, so she can't be particularly offended by the terse reaction. She doesn't know him, after all. "Looks like we're both relatively new around here, then, Derek." Izzy surmises, understanding the surliness.

She had been right, initially, with her thought that he was like Alec. It was in part because of that, and in part because it took much more than a sour mood, that Izzy doesn't choose to write him off just yet. Emotions, memories, and the war within her own head over what to believe and what not to is difficult for her. He's not much further in than her, so she can only assume that he's experiencing very much the same.

Shaking his hand, firmly, Izzy releases it after a moment already having made a decision to give him some of the space that he quite obviously needs. Maybe she'll check in on him later? "Thanks." Izzy, gently, places her hand on Derek's arm in the lightest touch. "Good luck with the rest of your day. I hope it gets better from here." And she means her words too. He doesn't seem like a bad guy, Alec definitely never was, but some people are more prone to these sorts of moods and if anybody knows that...it's Izzy because she's related to someone that fits into that category.

"I'll see you around, I'm sure." After all, where the hell else are they going to go? Izzy rises from her seat, graceful despite her frumpy shoes and jumpsuit, and moves on. Derek made for one person other than Steve that she'd met and talked to now, but she's got more to go ifs he's going to figure things out and find a niche here.