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alphalogs2016-08-28 08:40 am
- [daycycle 105],
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- barry allen [the flash],
- buffy summers [btvs],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- felicity smoak [arrow],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- morgana lefey [merlin],
- natasha romanoff [mcu],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- stiles stilinski [teen wolf],
- ~inactive: caitlin snow [the flash]
Daycycle 105 [ August 28 - September 03]
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.
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.
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.
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 probably has something to do with spending two decades being completely ignored by any girl that wasn’t his mom. Even when Bucky tried to set them up on double dates, both girls would rather hang out with Bucky than try to talk to Steve. So when he gets attention, it’s so strange and beautiful and terrible that he just blanks. Let’s chalk it up to shell shock.
So there it is. Her hand on his, both of them now kind of holding his PDC, and Steve doesn’t move an inch.
“Completely gone.” When it comes to the serum, Steve was sure. But despite what they were talking about, Steve can’t help but glance at her hand now and again. In his past experience, both at home and in Alpha, when a girl takes his hand, she usually plans on leaning into him next.
“Um.” Right. Speaking. “Kind of like Hercules, in a way. I was selected for a program. In the army. A scientist was working on something and I agreed to let him try it on me.” That was the short of it anyway.
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He was just her friend, but so was Gwen, so was Arthur, and she had never been afraid to touch either of them before. Hell, she lay against Root like she was someone she had known her whole life and she hadn't known Root longer than she had known Steve.
It was stupid to keep him at arms length. When he spoke again she looked up, and though the concept of a scientist was still a bit uncertain to her, nevermind how they would achieve the feat of making a man extra strong, Morgana nodded. 'I think I was wrong, that sounds more like they wanted their own Achilles even if they had to make him from clay.'
'Did you defeat your Hector?' she asked, the more she spoke about Steve, the easier it was to ground herself. At any level of strength, Steve Rogers wasn't a monster. You didn't need to have the second sight to know that. He was brave, and courageous, and funny and kind, he was everything she had ever wanted Arthur to be, with few to any of Arthurs flaws, like his desire to be his fathers son no matter the cost.
So maybe unintentionally, Morgana was leaning in a little as her hands almost massaged the one hand she had of his, and maybe he was never just a friend somewhere in the back of her mind, but god she didn't care. In all her life the only people who had been this good to her were dead, or Gwen, and Gwen had suffered for staying in Camelot with Morgana, at least she hadn't caused Steve all that pain.
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Did he defeat his Hector? It’s a complicated question, in this case, and Steve actually diverts his eyes for a moment to think. HYDRA was still out there, or at least it had been, in his memories. And there will always be more Hectors.
His eyes linger back on their hands again, before he looks back up at her eyes. “I’m still workin’ on it.” It’s the answer he settles on, and he tries to give her a smile to tell Morgana that she doesn’t need to be worried about him, but she’s leaning in now, and Steve still doesn’t know what to do.
At the very least, she didn’t look like she was about to cry anymore. Preventing her from needing to shed tears has been his goal, but maybe now what Morgana wants, as his friend, is a hug.
“Hey.” Slowly, gently, the moves his other arm, the one she isn’t holding by the hand, around Morgana’s shoulders into a hug, as he moves himself closer to her on the couch. Steve might not be amplified by the serum anymore, but he’s still strong, and sturdy, and he’ll certainly feel that way in a hug. “You’re going to be fine, okay?”
“If you don’t want your abilities back, we’ll figure out how to make sure that happens. Or if you do, and you want to learn how to control them, we’ll find you someone who can help. Either way Morg, you aren’t going to go through it alone. I’ll be here.”
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'A day will come when you face the evils of your world, your Hector, and you will defeat it.' she squeezed his hand and smiled, and easy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Morgana had faced her own evils and she had not been as steadfast against them as she felt he would be. If she had been a stronger woman Uther could've been already dead, if she wasn't always so afraid hundreds of innocents could've been spared.
She would have to face him again, but not tonight, not here in Alpha Complex. She was the only one from her time and place, the chance that the Computer would drag Uther here seemed slim.
Morgana forced the idea out of her mind as Steve moved, she was almost afraid she had overstepped and he was going to sit somewhere else, but she found herself wrapped up in his arm instead and so she lay her head back against his shoulder, listening to him speak.
Maybe she wasn't going to cry right now because she was frightened anymore, but she teetered on the edge of crying because he was being so good to her after a life of nearly everyone but her parents treating her like the crazy woman who looks good in a tight dress. It was, no doubt, a little thing for Steve to say, but for her to hear it... her heart could've broken her ribs for how fast it beat and how it could've grown just at the idea that someone could say that and mean it.
That he could listen to her explain what a danger she was and his response was to help, not scorn her it was more than even some of her best friends had ever given her.
'Somehow, I think I can actually believe you in that.' she said, as if she ever really didn't believe him, about anything.
Letting go of his hand Morgana moved, soft fingers slid up from his hand, along the strong line of his arm to his other shoulder, and then to cup his jaw, she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her cheeks as red as her old jumpsuit when she did so but it felt right to be this close to him, to touch him.
So much for thinking of him as just a friend.
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Experience. He has some experience helping people control their powers.
But that thought and sentence gets pushed swiftly aside when Steve feels her lips against his own, and his eyes open just a little wider before they gently close. He’s been kissed before, and each time the feeling overwhelms him just a little, because somewhere in the back of his head, Steve still pictures himself as the scrawny kid next to Bucky who could barely fill a uniform.
And Morgana’s lips feel so … soft and warm and good in a way that Steve had forgotten he could feel, and he senses himself instinctually kissing her back. His hands let go of her though, as he moves them to hover next to her arms, unsure of whether he could hold her. Whether he should hold her. Whether he could even tell if he wants to hold her — because the kiss, it’s the only thing he can think about.
Captain America, who could fearlessly lead thousands to ride into fire, is being defeated, right now, by a single kiss.
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To Morgana, flirting was a game, boys like her, hell, some girls liked her too but she had always been out of reach.
No one had ever dared to press their lips to hers, and she had never offered.
Not until tonight, until her countless weeks of flirting with Steve while being her friend had come to this, with her hand on his jaw and her lips against his. It was never really the plan. She had flirted with Arthur since they were children mimicking the way the adults acted in court. She flirted with knights, suitors, hell even a few people here...
But nothing had ever compelled her to take such a leap of faith.
His lips were so soft that she forgot herself for a little while, forgetting her uncertainty, forgetting that she may have just made their friendship the most awkward thing in the entire complex... forgetting all her troubles. Just for a moment.
Until she realised his hands were still hovering uncertainly, so she pulled back from him, breaking the kiss but with her hands still lingering.
Morgana tried to speak but came up flustered, blushing as she failed to start her sentence twice before she managed. 'Are you okay?' or did she fuck this up, like she had so many things before?
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There’s a part of him that wants to kiss her again, so when Morgana pulls up, he leans forward a little, following her for just a centimeter before Steve catches himself and stops. He looks … shocked, to put it gently, with his lips parted and his eyes open again.
Steve can’t deny that he’s really enjoyed her company over the months. He’s probably flirted back a few times — or maybe in Steve’s mind, he just thought of that as being extra friendly. Either way, he cares about her, a lot, so he answers, before he can even figure out what it is he’s feeling.
“Yeah.” Steve swallows, and then blinks a few times, before he shakes himself out of it. He would have kept kissing her, he can feel it, and probably as long as she’d stayed that way, and Steve would have done so for so many reasons, but not the right one. At least not yet.
He brings the back of his hand up to his lips, wiping them gently out of instinct. “Morgana, I-“ He puts his hand down, but when he notices hers is still on his shoulder, he gently takes her hand into his own, and moves both their hands down onto his knee. “I didn’t know you felt this way.“
He glances down for a moment, eyebrows furrowed a little, unsure of what to do next. “I’ve always considered you a friend.” But it’s not that he doesn’t think they could be more — she sweet and kind and beautiful, everything he’s supposed to want — Steve just, well, he hadn’t really given any thought to the possibility of being more than friends. Until this very moment, he supposes.
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And if she had ruined things, saying sorry would hardly suffice. He was her friend, maybe the best friend she'd ever had that wasn't Gwen and she had let a moments desire ruin it? A moment's impulse, a need that had risen from the well of loneliness that too often clouded her thoughts and in this one instance, had gotten the better of her.
But his lips were soft and he was so kind that she had let herself reach out. Just once.
Even his "yeah" doesn't sound quite sure, just like the way his mouth had fallen slightly agape, seemingly wondering what she had just done, what they had just done.
It's only seconds, but as he picks up her hand Morgana resigns herself to the idea that even though he kissed her back she had gone too far. She expects, for every moment of those few seconds for him to remove her hand from him and let go of her, for him to move back, to ask her to leave, as close to a slap as she thought Steve would ever come with her.
But it doesn't come, not quite anyway. He takes her hand much like she had taken his, he doesn't let go or cast her out. He does speak, though, and it takes a moment for her brain to catch up as she tries to regulate her breath and keep her lower lip from trembling.
And yeah, the "considered you a friend" talk makes some of her ache, especially that he said it in the past tense... but he wasn't kicking her out of the room so Morgana would take it. She swallowed and squeezed his hand gently and with some effort managed to speak again.
'I shouldn't have... or I should've asked first.' maybe? Honestly, she couldn't help but think there must have been thousands of things she could've done wrong. Men in her time were surely different to men from his time, and certainly, first kisses must have been different too. 'I didn't plan too, it just... felt right.' I'm sorry didn't quite come out in her words but it was all over her tone.
'You are a wonderful friend and it's a pleasure to have you as mine, I would never want that to change.' More than Steve could possibly understand.
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It’s not her fault. It’s not anyone’s fault that Steve has never much of his life thinking about women or romance. He’s only ever loved one person this way — but in the end, he’d still chose duty over the life they could have had together. It helps however, that he thinks Peggy would have done the same. And that she understands why he had to do what he did.
When there are still bullies to fight … the rest just doesn’t seem to matter as much.
There’s a brief moment when he glances up at her and there’s just silence as he seems to be considering something. Right now, part of him wants to kiss her again, just to feel the sensation wash over him once more, and because he knows that it’s what she wants, and Steve is searching so hard for a good, honest reason to do so because he doesn’t want this — this awkward, hesitant feeling now floating in the air, threatening to fracture their friendship.
But in another second, he pushes the notion away. His head might still be fuzzy from what’s just happened, but he hasn’t lost his senses. Steve’s knows if he kisses her, she’ll hurt less now. That she won’t feel the need to apologize anymore, but then … what after? He’d be giving her a hope that he’s not yet ready to give.
And that’s probably worse in the end.
So he averts his eyes back down to their hands as he gives her fingers a reassuring squeeze. When he looks back up, there’s a warmth in his eyes — like the way he always looks at her — and a small smile on his face.
“I don’t want that either Morgana.” A pause, as Steve feels like something’s still missing. A gap he needs to close. “And you should know that this- This doesn’t have to change anything.”
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There was no one left in the Complex that she trusted more than the man who was delicately holding her hands as they sat there, the silence between them only broken for a few words here and there. If Steve said it was fine, that it would be fine then maybe, just maybe, he was right. Morgana wished her visions, if they really were coming back could help her be sure that they wouldn't lose bits of their friendship because of this, but her "power" if you could call it that was never so kind.
God knows she didn't want this to make them dance around each other, their friendship slowly chipping and cracking as they lingered uncertainly instead of the easy confidence in each others company they had had before.
A smarter person might leave, give him some space, but even if she had wanted too, she doesn't want to pull her hands out of his. Instead, she turns slightly so they're not staring so intently at each other if they happen to look the same way, and she settles down beside him on the sofa again, her head just barely touching his shoulder and their hands still entwined.
What to say next is a lot harder than how to sit. The first thing that comes to mind is how much her father would have adored Steve, but she just kissed him so that seems like a bit much.
'I've changed my mind.' she says instead, her voice at lot easier than she still feels. 'You wouldn't make a good knight in Camelot, you're much to gallant.' also she strongly suspected Steve wouldn't be okay with them murdering men, women and children with little hesitation, but that was far less fun to talk about. 'Also, even you might be tempted to break Arthurs face. He has that effect on people.'
'I do wish you could meet Gwen though.' so it was a total subject change, sure, but lingering on the kiss wasn't getting them anywhere, Steve, even having kissed her back clearly wasn't inclined to go there. 'She's my maid... really my friend, since we were quite young. She's the blacksmiths daughter. We used to spar with each other after the boys decided we were too distracting and dainty.'
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As she talks, and changes subject, Steve realizes though, why he’s come to like Morgana so much, even if he hadn’t quite been able to put his finger on why. Even in the 40s, women struggled to be seen as equals. He had seen Peggy struggling with it in front the Colonel. He can’t even imagine how difficult it would have been in Morgana’s time to be a woman, much less one who liked to spar and speak her mind. So you could say that Steve admired her for having a strength beyond her time. Just like Peggy.
“Sounds like the two of you had a lot of adventures. Did you ever get into trouble?”
He leans back onto the couch too, so that they’re parallel now, but he doesn’t move his hands. Steve knows it’s the best comfort he can give right now — that, and following her lead and talking about something else.
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'I was twelve when she was... assigned to me. Gwen's about a year older, but she's at least ten years more sensible than I ever was. I met her when we were younger, when I was about so high' she gestured, a mere three feet off the ground. 'As Da would go to the blacksmiths and I would toddle along after him, begging for my very own real sword. I believe I was disappointed that the adult swords tipped me over and the wooden swords only left bruises.' that was about the age when Morgana was still objecting, violently, to dresses. More than one had been tossed off the top of the castle, some of them at her home where the castle walls were over a cliff, and off her expensive little dresses had gone into the sea.
'She was my favourite because she knew all about swords and armour and she smelt like lavender.' she probably still smelt like lavender, somewhere, wherever Camelot was. Because all of this was real at some point. Morgana wouldn't accept otherwise no matter how often the computer said "glitch".
'But we would run off and play together, and as we got older we ventured further out, borrowed real swords, sometimes we took food. Sometimes we tried learning how to swim. Stole some pants too...' Arthur didn't need all his trousers anyway. 'Gallop through the trees on my horse.'
While at first, she had been faking her light tone, the more she spoke about Gwen, the easier it became. The memories of her best friend were a balm despite the ache her absence caused. She remembered each moment like it was yesterday, the way Gwen had wrapped her arms tightly around Morgana the first time she had been pulled up on her horse, the sweet, thick scent of Gwens hair as a sparring match turned from swords to wrestling, with laughter echoing away from their clearing and into the far woods. The careful little stitches when Morgana had caught her arm on Gwen's sword and Gwen had stood there close to tears cleaning it and fixing it while Morgana just bit her lip and stroked Gwen's hair to tell her it was fine.
'We stopped mostly, it became too dangerous. I didn't want her to get hurt because the stupid noble lady wanted to be an amazon. It wasn't fair to her.' not with the ever growing rate of incidents from (justifiably) angry magic users, and even the possibility that Uther might take issue. 'I didn't want her put in the dungeons for disobeying the King with me, or worse.'
'Though we were kidnapped in the last year... and I almost lost her because she hurt her ankle and I couldn't carry her but she wouldn't let me stay either. Arthur and Uther wouldn't let me go back to help find her, despite fighting my way out of there in only my shift.' that? That she was still bitter about.
'She also knew about my dreams... she would stay in my room sometimes when I was frightened. Wake me up if I was screaming and hold me until I calmed down. God, if I had set her on fire or hurt her I would never forgive myself.' she squeezed Steves hands gently, as if to remind herself she was here and not at home, and even if her powers were back she hadn't actually exploded anything with them so far.
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Steve already knows that if he had been transported back into her time, his life would be short-lived. Even here in the Alpha Complex, he expects IntSec to bust into his apartment at any moment and take him away. But hadn’t the Computer known his values when she recreated him? Why give him these memories or these convictions, if she didn’t want him to use them?
“Listen,” his voice is firm, when he speaks. Like he’s telling her not to question what he’s about to say next. “Morgana.” He squeeze her hand back, and brings his other hand over to place on top of hers. “I’ll never be Gwen, but the next time you have a nightmare and wake up, call me. It won’t matter what time.” He’ll come and sit with her until it passes. Until she can sleep again.
“And if you feel comfortable, I would tell Barry.” There aren’t many ORANGE level specials, so Steve knows exactly who she lives with. “I trust him, and I’m certain he’ll want to help, if you’re willing to let him.” Given what’s happened, Steve also wants to give Morgana an out. She doesn’t have to call him if that brings her pain. But he needs her to know that her support system in this place is a lot bigger than she realizes.
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There was only Gwen, and the unspoken truth about what she was that lay between them, covered up with flowers and playful teasing.
She swallowed and smiled, a soft smile that was sad but also, for once, hopeful.
'I know I can call you, I did today. It never crossed my mind that you wouldn't be there for me, be it by message or in person.' it had caught her by surprise how swiftly he had come to her, but not really that he had come at all.
He was a good man. Good men cared for their friends.
'I think Barry may think I'm off my rocker, we haven't had much time to chat.' they had spent so much time now not talking that it had become a game almost because at this point what was there to say? 'Not that he'd be entirely wrong in thinking that.'
After all, wasn't there always a spark of madness of misunderstanding in seers? The oracle at Delphi, Cassandra... no seer was ever really understood. She wasn't understood back home.
'If my powers ever do come back and I tell you not to die and you do, I will punch your corpse, so you know.' the soft smile turned into a grin as she looked at him, 'and then punch you when they raise you from the dead like they do in this place.' people survived all sorts of things they shouldn't have here which made it easier to joke, but she was only half joking. There had been times she would've clobbered Arthur for not listening to her, times she almost did.
Steve was exactly the sort to run into danger to do the right thing, even after she warned him of death. Not unlike Arthur in that respect, even though she had come to see many differences between them otherwise.
wrap on your next tag? or here?
“Barry might understand more than you think,” he offers. Steve isn’t going to just spill all of Barry’s secrets right then and there, but … “He’s a good kid.”
Sometimes Steve feels like Barry reminds him of himself, just a little.
“And c’mon Morgana. You gotta know I’m sturdier than that. Built like a castle wall, right?” Because yes, he knows how you’ve been describing him to literally everyone, and no, Steve doesn’t plan on abandoning you when your powers come back. He doesn’t plan on dying either. His voice is more serious when he speaks again. “We’ll figure it out, together. Don’t worry. Okay?”
I HAD TO REPLY but we can leave it at this.
Really, Steven.
'Just because you're cute and three times wider than me doesn't mean I wouldn't.' in fact, that castle wall comment earned him a fond punch to his shoulder, hard enough to make her hand regret it a little but. Morgana was laughing, an easy laugh at the rediculousness of this all, at the fact Steve had apparently known what she called him when describing him and had kept it to himself, evidently waiting for the perfect time.
'Blonde boys, always trouble. Always.' she said, and then threw a nearby cushion at his face as she said it, grinning all the while.
Even if Steve had never looked at her as more than a friend, he was still a light in the deep darkness of the complex, a place to call home... and she imagined he always would be, so long as she could make sure he stayed alive.