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Daycycle 108 [ September 18 - September 24 ]

daycycle 108

[Sept 18 - Sept 24]

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.

Death Leopard is back! After nearly having nearly all of it's members hunted down and exterminated after the parade fiasco a few months ago, new leadership has arisen within the secret society and has been secretly recruiting new members hellbent on destruction for destruction's sake. A large number of Death Leopard members work within the Armed Services divison and at approximately 1400 today, a large shipment of weapons will be stolen.

At 1500 Death Leopard members stationed throughout Alpha will cause utter chaos by careening through Alpha in stolen motor cars, blaring loud music and shooting up the place. For the most part, they are not aiming for people, but their goal is to accomplish as much property damage as possible and announce their return. They do not, however, have any qualms at shooting officials clearance level YELLOW or higher. They have several grenades that they will use throughout their reign of terror, tossing them at random store fronts and service firms.

All Troubleshooters will be called on to stop them by any means necessary.

It will later be discovered that during this show of blatant disregard for Alpha Citizen Life, two more shipments of weapons were stolen.

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 Meeting Room F, Wagon Wheel Floor 27 and will be hosted by the Volunteer Form Checkers. Help Alpha Complex by volunteering your time to check forms this evening as the scanners in the Housing, Planning & Development sector is down.

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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This place really is a lot to take in. All her senses feel overstimulated, her thoughts feel like they're racing ahead of her, and she doesn't know which one to focus on first.

They kind of come to a halt when the PetBot approaches them. She doesn't know what's more surprising - that Lydia is speaking with the PetBot and calling it baby, or the fact that the thing actually listens, but she turns her attention back to Lydia. She tries to figure out if her answer is pertaining to what has been happening in the time that she has been here, her brow burrowing in the slightest as her mind conjures scenarios of things that Lydia might have been living through, that for a moment she even forgets that she has asked her a question.

"...I was fighting the Oni," Allison answers, more or less sinking into the spot that Lydia had left for her on the sofa. It certainly sounds a lot better than I died, but she's trying to avoid voicing that. "What about you?"

Lydia frowns a little at the response. It's vague and she can't actually tell if Allison means it literally or whether she's just trying to avoid coming out and saying in exactly so many words that she had died. If she hasn't gotten to that yet, then Lydia doesn't want to clue her in. At least...not tonight.

The question gets turned back on her and Lydia takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "Well...," she starts. "After...the Oni," she finishes with a pause before adding, "I kicked a Berserker's ass with a baseball bat?" That might be a stretch, but she did go after it and she did live to tell the tale, so there is that. "It was a little while after the Oni for me. And then several months here and now here we are."

Lydia has never felt uncomfortable around Allison, but suddenly, she sort of does. Not because she doesn't want to see her or be around her, but because she's not really sure whether they ought to address the elephant in the room — for a second time, for Lydia — or just steadfastly ignore it in favor of catching up.

After the Oni. Allison's posture stiffens a little, mainly because she's trying to reconcile that with what she remembers. After the Oni, so after she died, Berserkers had made their way to Beacon Hills? It's probably a good thing that she's sitting down, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to even react to that.

Still, it doesn't change the fact that a small smile crosses her lips. Because her best friend had kicked a Berserker's ass and, even if she may not have been there for it, she's still impressed by it. She had never faced one, but it doesn't change her admiration for the fact that Lydia had. "So Deaton wasn't lying, huh? More threats kept arriving in Beacon Hills after the sacrifice."

She opens her mouth to say something else, but at first it's almost as if she can't. Because that proverbial elephant in the room feels like it's pulling the air right out of it, and it makes it hard to really think for a moment beyond the question that she's too afraid to ask.

Still, she knows she has to. Because she can't sidestep the topic forever, and in some odd way she would rather just know instead of wondering until either of them cracked later on.

"Was I there, when that happened?" Her voice is quiet, but she knows Lydia is able to hear her, anyway. It's not fair to put Lydia in this situation, to ask her this question and Allison knows it, but there's some part of her that can't help but ~~hope~~ wonder if maybe Lydia's glitches were different than her own. "...did we...fight together, when the Berserker was around?"

Lydia nods soberly at Allison's question. "He was right," she confirms. And things had only continued to get steadily worse, in Lydia's opinion, after Allison and Aiden's deaths, but that might have been more in her head and heart than based in reality.

She watches her friend carefully and it doesn't take her very long to see what the problem is. They're both facing the same fork in the road and neither of them wants to choose the direction they both have to take. But then Allison does and she's dragging Lydia with her. The redhead's brow creases and she frowns at the question. She has a feeling Allison already knows the answer and Lydia's confirmation isn't going to make her feel any better.

For a long moment, Lydia's quiet, her lips pressed together and her eyes toward the floor. This conversation was hard enough the first time. She supposes it will never get easier to have.

It all happened so fast, she hears the words in Isaac's voice, as she's sitting with Scott outside the sheriff's office; rehearsed but still true. Even Lydia knows that, without having seen it. She felt it instead. It just happened so fast…

When Lydia finally looks up again, it's with eyes glassy with tears she's not allowing to fall and she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head. She can't come out and say it; the word 'no' settles at the back of her throat choking her like a lump of a sob. But the two of them both already know what the answer is. The shake of her head and the look on her face should be more than enough to confirm it.

The confirmation doesn't make her feel any better, but at the same time, it's not confirming anything she doesn't already know. If anything, it just clarifies the doubt in her head, about whether or not she was there after that fight, and in some way it gives her a sense of resolution about it all. It's not ideal, but considering the lifestyle she and her family (along with her friends) lived...

She hadn't been lying, when she told Scott that it was okay. Well, maybe not okay, exactly, but Lydia's confirmation isn't as devastating of a blow as she thought it might be. Lydia had lived and had even fought against Berserkers. Hopefully the others were okay, too, and that's something, right? The Nogitsune hadn't won. That's something.

At the same time, though, Allison knows all too well what losing a loved one does to you. She had buried her aunt, and her mother. Loss isn't an unknown concept to her, and she still remembers how it had felt like it cut her at her knees and kicked her in the teeth. She knows how it leaves that piece of you carved out, with a hole that feels like it can never be filled, and it breaks her heart to know that she had done that to Lydia. If anything, that's what makes her own eyes get glassy when she sees the way that Lydia's fill with tears, and instead of saying anything she just pulls her best friend into a tight hug. 'I'm sorry,' she wants to say, but she already knows that's not even close to enough so she just holds her a little tighter still.

The hug speaks volumes anyway. That's the beauty of being best friends. Allison and Lydia don't always have to verbally communicate to get their points across. They know one another well enough to be able to read body language and context. Allison isn't really a hugger, in Lydia's opinion, which is not to say that her friend lacks in giving affection, but Lydia thinks Allison just...doesn't hug for the sake of hugging.

So it tells Lydia everything she needs to know and she clings back to the brunette like her life depends on it, smoothing Allison's hair against her head and burying her face against Allison's shoulder. "It's okay," she intones. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm okay. We're fine. We're fine."

She rocks a little in place with Allison in her arms. "Allison, it's okay, we're both here now we're going to be fine."

Lydia is right, Allison isn't really a hugger. Never has been, and death sure as hell hasn't really changed that, but circumstances called for it, and...who knows. Maybe it's some of her father's influence on her, considering he's the one that could probably be considered as 'affectionate' in her family, and it's him who used to hug her in order to ground her after her mother died.

Right now, that's certainly the effect that this is having on her. Lydia's words and the way she's rocking in place feel as if they remind her that she's there, that she's real, that she's not alone, and Lydia is right. They're okay. They're fine. They'd be fine.

Allison breathes out a sort of chuckle as she nods, blinking back the tears that she had been fighting back earlier. "Yes, we're going to be fine." She truly believes that, and she pulls back after a moment, just enough to look at her with a small smile on her face. "And I'm really proud of you, you know. A Berserker? You must be killing it here, too, since it looks like you made it out of the RED zone." She tugs slightly at Lydia's jumpsuit, as if to reference what she's talking about.

When Allison finally pulls back, Lydia looks back at her friend and has sympathy etched into her features. Usually Lydia is the emotional one and Allison is the one that helps her level out. It's a little strange having the shoes be on the opposite feet at the moment, although Lydia gets it, given the situation at hand. Lydia's been here. She's had time to adjust and think and...Allison is still processing her own death. It makes sense to have the reversal of roles.

A little smile crosses Lydia's face at Allison's comment and, okay, maybe her eyes are getting a little glassy with emotion. Everything she's ever done since Allison's death has been to try to make her friend proud. To make her sacrifice worth giving. "I don't know about killing it, but I'm trying. That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" she asks. Lydia's vague there on purpose, leaning heavily on the fact that it's a popular saying, because it hits so close to home and she doesn't want to tell Allison. She doesn't think it's something her friend will want to hear. She hasn't told Stiles, either, and she doesn't intend to.

If the brunette wanted to look through the network at some point, Lydia's sure she'd see the video of the attack in the archives, because Lydia occasionally watches it, even now, when she's alone. To remind herself what she's working to rise above. To remind herself that she's stronger than she looks and she can do this. The only person she's had around to tell her those things in the wake of Allison's disappearance from the Complex is herself. Matt, Barry, Dick; they're great, but Ray was really the only one who ever outwardly told her she could do things and even then it wasn't often or proactive. Lydia depends on Lydia now. She loves the people around her, but she only really and truly depends on herself.

"I'm going to rise to the tip top, just watch me," she says confidently, tossing her hair dramatically for a little extra levity. "I'm going to bring you and Stiles with me, don't worry. But I'm going to. We'll get to the top and take this place down from there. We'll get home, all of us. Even you," she promises even though it's a promise she can't keep. The idea of being able to conquer this whole place, eventually, gives Lydia a boost of confidence she hasn't yet earned; makes her think that the three of them will be invincible if they really want to be. And if that's the case, then she can take Allison home again, she can. Lydia will be damned if her best friend died trying to save Lydia's life only to be doomed to exist in this dump for the rest of her life. No way.

The way Allison eases back on the sofa is a little more comfortable, almost familiar. As if, if she closed her eyes, she could almost picture herself back home with Lydia and talking about their day in her living room. It makes her look a little bit more relaxed. It makes her feel like she can breathe a little easier.

Lydia's comment about what doesn't kill you make her stronger is definitely vague, but for now she doesn't pry. A curious look does cross her face, though, because she does wonder about everything that she missed. Both in Beacon Hills and here, but she knows that would probably take all night. And, while Allison is new around here, she knows the schedule she's expected to follow now - curfew included. They have all the time in the world, now, to catch up properly; she'll save her most prying questions later.

For now, she can't help but grin at the way that Lydia makes it known that she's going to rise to the tip top. It doesn't surprise her, whatsoever. If anything, the way that Lydia had been kind of modest about her comment of how she had been killing it was more surprising. She knows her best friend can damn well get to the tip top, and she doesn't doubt it for a moment. Considering the place they're in, and the rules that this place seems to have, she knows that something like that will probably be dangerous, but she knows Lydia. She also knows herself. If Lydia wants to get to the very top, she would do it, and Allison would help her fight the whole way. No questions asked.

"I'm not worried. I know you're going to kick ass. And, we'll get home." She holds her smile, although that part... It's hard to tell if that part is even possible. She's not going to rain on that parade, though; for now, it's just nice to talk about it. It's almost as if it gives them a purpose. And, in some ways, it shifts Allison mentality a little. She never planned on being a lackey to the Computer, but she had gotten pretty comfortable with the idea that this is her new reality. Her new life - or, rather, her afterlife and she had been planning on making the most of it. But, knowing that Lydia is stuck here, it changes things. Maybe she can at least help her get home.

Maybe they really would be able to overrun the Computer.

"So. Any pointers? Things I should know about?"

Lydia wonders if Allison really believes that they can get home. Lydia isn't sure that she does, but that's not going to stop her trying her ass off, that's for sure. It's a goal and Lydia has always been the type to work better under pressure, deadline, or toward a goal.

She's felt her best friend die once and saw her disappear after; Lydia's going to hold on for dear life and work faster, because she's not willing to let herself go through another loss of Allison. In fact, she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to handle it if she had to try. But between Dick's having abilities, Stiles's skills with planning, Allison and maybe Derek's abilities to protect her, never mind being able to hide behind Steve, Matt, and Barry until she's ready, finally adding in Lydia's rise in status and popularity, taking down the Computer will be easy, she thinks. They just need to get all of their pieces into the correct positions on the chessboard before they block the queen and take out the king.

"Mmm, just keep your head down until we have to rise up. There's a hate group called the Anti-Specials Society. They probably should've thought that name through a little because even after their very clear message months ago, it's really hard to take a group called ASS seriously." Lydia doesn't specify what the message was, just goes on to explain what it meant, "anyway, they hate us and they're not afraid to take out their frustration on us. To the Specials as a group, they're probably easily the biggest threat, but they've been laying low since the attack. I can't decide if that means they gave up because Steve and I turned in their ringleader for treason — hence the ORANGE — or of they're planning something even worse and just biding their time for the best time to strike…"

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