Daycycle 108 [ September 18 - September 24 ]

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daycycle 108

[Sept 18 - Sept 24]

Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty

There is no Mission assigned to any Specials today.

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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.

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.

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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 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.

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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

[sanguinescry]

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."

[fateless]

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.

[sanguinescry]

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.

[fateless]

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?"

[sanguinescry]

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…"