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Daycycle 110 [ October 2 - October 8]

daycycle 110

[Oct 2 - Oct 8]

Early, Early Morning [0400 - 0800]
Lydia Martin will be woken up at 0400 when a squad of Internal Security Gray Ops come to arrest Samantha Groves for treason. Root will be led away at gun point and Lydia will be immediately taken into IntSec for questioning. She will be grilled for the next four hours on Root's activites and her own loyalty. She will not be released until the Early Morning briefing.

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

It is announced that there will be a mandatory ceremony for all Troubleshooters this evening in the Commissary. Not attending is treason.

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 1200 explosives planted by the Frankenstien Destroyers will detonate in the Bot Processing division. The goal is to destroy as many bots as processing equipment as possible. These explosions will cause significant damage to the division and temporarily lock down part of R&D. Troubleshooters will be called to the scene to help clean up and assist citizens caught in the blast.

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 1800 in the Commissary and will be hosted by Internal Security. This ceremony is to recognize the hard work and dedication of the Troubleshooters who have gone above and beyond in their service to Alpha Complex. The following specials will be promoted a clearance level for their work: Jillian Holtzmann, promoted to ORANGE for her work in explosives, Lydia Martin, promoted to YELLOW for her work in hygeine, and Matt Murdock, promoted to GREEN for his work in Personal Legal Defensive Practices. A mandatory round of clapping will be held for three minutes for each promotion.

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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Morning - Open

It had been days, a bit over a week since Morgana felt her magic. Yet every day she found herself more distracted and withdrawn, there was no spark of light in her eyes, nothing moved with her mind and yet the fear that it might consume her, it preoccupied her to the point that when she showed up for work she was quiet. She smiled, she laughed when people joked but for once that odd girl who called herself a lady was almost silent.

The night in Steves room had been a break, but it was just one night away from the sleeping gas and the terror of what she might accidentally do to herself or Barry. Yet still, she found herself never around her roommate. She forgot to talk to Root.

She barely remembered to show up for assignments, she was just a shadow wherever she was supposed to be. There if a supervisor checked, offering the most basic of interactions to people who wanted to talk to her, but she wasn't much more. She wasn't even entirely sure she managed to finish her assignment with that new girl, Izzy, or help the other newbie for Steve.

This morning Morgana got up, pulled her hair into a quick bun, tossed that weird thing that Barry kept leaving around back onto his bed and wandered off to get something that passed for breakfast.

It was somewhere between the sludge people called coffee and the wafer that was supposedly food that Morgana overheard someone casually chatting that the computer had caught another traitor. Some girl, some glitch... Root.

Her stomach dropped, and neither wanting to get in trouble for being wasteful, nor having any desire to eat anymore she shoved her hot wafer of orange-something in her pocket and chugged her coffee, throwing the cup in the right bin as she tried to make herself not run out of the commissary to see if it was true.

If the computer had Root, Morgana certainly couldn't do anything about it but she had to know one way or the other. As soon as she was out of sight, she ran as fast as she could go, through the lesser used hallways trying to wind her way quickly back to the specials HQ to see if Root was there, because Morgana hadn't seen her at breakfast, or on the orange level.

What if she was gone for good and Morgana had wasted all those days she could've been bothering her, making her get that sly, slight smile by worrying about herself?

Evening - Open

For all the time Morgana had spent in Alpha, she had managed to escape all but the required citizen "improvement" sessions. Today she had half a mind to work out how those explosives in Bot Processing had been planted and give some to their friend computer as a gift.

None of that, though. Morgana was a good little lady, all smiles, clapping and cheering on the people who had gotten themselves promotions. She ignored the fact that her smile was more like clenched teeth, an animal ready to snarl. She was happy for them, it's just... she wasn't happy.

When all was said and done, including the excessive amount of clapping, she sought to weave her way out of the densely packed commissary. Maybe it was time to work out who sold wine in this joint because she could drink a whole barrel on her own tonight, and she had half a mind to try.

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Interesting. Allison's eyes glance back towards their surroundings, wondering just how bad things were here earlier, and she kicks herself for the fact that she didn't find a way out earlier. Which is irrational, considering she knows how that would seem and she'd probably be in a lot of trouble for it, but it's those innocent people that worry her. Her code is there for a reason, that need to protect those that can't protect themselves is almost hardwired into her in a way that she can't fight at this point, and she just sighs under her breath at the whole situation.

"It isn't," she agrees as they walk, "but sometimes that's the only way people know how to lash out."

Not that she agrees with it, at all. This just makes her want to look around for weak spots, find areas she can exploit later, but it's just her brain trying to find a strategy. Try to find a solution that maybe hasn't been tried yet - and something that would be effective, not destructive.

"I'm Allison, by the way."

"You're human?" Wait. What? It's only because they're trying to carry this conversation as subtly as possible that she forces herself to not react at the fact that Derek is apparently not a werewolf anymore. It throws her for a loop, which is the only reason why the question slips out of her mouth before she can stop it, but she's an Argent. She knows how to compartmentalize like a pro, and as such, she forces down the surprise before it can reflect on her face.

For now, anyway, although that fact is like a little nagging feeling in the back of her head. The Computer had managed to suppress or alter Derek's genetics enough to not make him a werewolf here and, if she hadn't already been aware of the power the Computer had, then this would definitely prove it. She doesn't like it, but it doesn't scare her enough to change her mind that they have to find a way to take the Computer down.

With a small sigh under her breath, Allison gives him a quick glance before turning back to the ceremony. "Yeah, I got the whole brainwash treatment." Derek's not wrong, she really didn't fight it as much as others probably had just because she really was glad to just be alive, but it doesn't change that this really is a special kind of Hell.

She's not willing to admit that to Derek, though. It would be weird to admit to him that she thought this was some sort of afterlife, that everyone else was probably dead like her if they were here. She hadn't admitted that to Lydia, and she sure as hell won't say it to Derek. She's not interested in hunting him here, hasn't been for months now, but that doesn't mean that she's ready to trust him with secrets, either.

"I don't think we're the only ones that find the Computer...problematic, if that explosion from earlier is any indication. I hear it's not the first time something like that has happened?" Maybe not the explosion itself, but the 'demonstration' against the Computer.

Effective and productive. Quick and efficient. All of the above and accustomed to moving through a warzone, although it's been a long time since he's performed that duty as a non-brainwashed participant. Bucky hasn't been out from under HYDRA's control very long, so his movements are as precise as a knife; cutting through any and all bullshit to get done whatever needs doing. He packs Barton's hands, helps transfer the younger of the two victims onto a stretcher, and pushes back any discomfort at the way Tony's face reminds him of someone else. Someone he knew a long time ago.

It's easier to concentrate on the present, second by second, minute by minute. He follows Steve's lead, a shared look between them has Bucky partnering up with the redhead, while Steve assists the other guy with Gaping Chest Wound Man. And, all too soon, the four of them are braced around Cisco and Tony, even though he's only aware of the former's name due to Natasha's worried murmurs, and still clueless to the identity of the older man. When Steve gives the order, the teams move as one, moving carefully out of ground zero and towards the outside. It's a small hope, but Bucky is praying silently that the damn medical team, with their snazzy vehicles and crash kits, shows up before they have to cart seriously injured science types all the way to the hospital.

When they reach the street outside, and a siren cuts through the air, he starts believing that everyone might actually make it out of this alive.

Without a word, Derek lifts his eyebrows and gives an almost imperceptible nod, hoping that now that she's blurted that out, she's gotten the shock out of her system enough to keep from being so blunt where other people can hear them. In his experience, the people in her family tend to be quick to recover from unpleasant or surprising information, though, and he's pleased to see that Allison is, as well.

He's quiet for a moment to let the implication and reality of his situation sink in for her. He can't hurt her, but he also can't really protect any of them. Beyond that, there's a pretty heavy realization to be had: the Computer is a lot more powerful than it lets on.

To her response, Derek nods. Ironically, the two people here who probably should be the least alike both were willing to welcome the Computer's explanation as fact, for their own reasons. He doesn't ask, but Derek suspects that they have that in common. She died; he's got no excuse except that he hated his life that much.

"Oh, we're definitely in good company," he says with a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. "The ironic part is that they're only making everything that much worse with the demonstrations. They're giving themselves away when they could be finding better ways to fight, taking advantage of their invisibility to plan. Instead, they're just rioting and wasting their time. More regulations will start, things will be stricter. People will be edgy and more quick to point the finger for treason. They're not fixing anything. They're just making it exponentially worse."

And Derek would know...because that was how he'd always approached things, too. Reactive, loud, and without any real planning. It's why he made such a terrible Alpha; it's why half of his pack is dead and the other half is in Europe or South America. "I haven't been here that long, but it's already at least the second or third time something like this has hastened," he admits. Derek leans toward her and lowers his voice, "and, if you ask me, based on what I've been seeing? I think this is just the beginning. It's only going to get worse from here…"

It's moments like these that Allison wishes she knew places like the one Lydia had taken her to so she and Derek could talk without having to used hushed tones in the middle of a crowd. Which is weird to think about, wanting to go anywhere with Derek to willingly talk, but this isn't the time for petty grudges, or bad blood that could still remain between a Hale and an Argent. They have a common enemy and a common goal - right now, it's more important to figure out how they can join forces. Because, she may have some hesitation about trusting Derek, but she knows none of that will help any of them if they want to be stronger together.

There's a sense of relief that kicks in when she realizes that Derek doesn't ask more about how long it had taken for her to get out of the whole arrival treatment, and she gives a barely noticeable nod as he speaks. Because, yep, that's pretty much how she sees it, too. Allison hasn't been around enough to see the aftermath of an attack like the bombing from earlier today, but she herself knows the mess that can be done by letting your emotions dictate how you react to things. Hell, she had fallen for Gerard's tricks that way. She had hurt Isaac, and Scott. She had messed up, plain and simple, and she wonders how long it's going to take for people to get that before they stop with pointless demonstrations that just gets innocent people hurt instead of hitting their actual target.

"Then we can find a way to use them as a distraction," she answers quietly, glancing over at him as she leans towards him as well. She's careful to keep a safe sort of distance, something that won't give them away from anyone watching, which is why she smiles in a friendly manner, as if they're just enjoying the ceremony and she's making a passing comment instead of mentioning something that would definitely land her on the traitor list.

"You and I know that, if something is done, it has to be done in a way that hits the core and can be effective. Anyone can make things explode, we'd just need to figure out where and how we can do that." We. Derek had told her about the change in his genetic make up in a way to show her that he wasn't a threat here, and she uses that wording to show him that she's willing to bury the hatchet that might still remain between them so they can do this. Her concern is Lydia, and Stiles. Her goal is to get them home and, if they can also help innocent people along the way, then she'd do it. Including teaming up with Derek Hale.

"What are you assigned to do here?"

It's actually incredibly weird to agree with an Argent who isn't, specifically, Chris. Even then, it had taken Derek a little while, but Allison's right and it's something Derek's actually been thinking about as well: using the idiotic demonstrations of the secret societies here as a distraction under which they can move their own agenda forward.

He appreciates the way that Allison is carrying herself, because he's already doing the same and it would probably look weird if they weren't equally pretending to be commenting innocently back and forth at the moment. They're supposed to be paying attention to the ceremony, but they're both Specials and so are Lydia and Holtz, at least, if not the others that are up there. It makes sense that they could be discussing their feelings on those people getting those promotions. So long as, of course, they both look the part.

So Derek nods and hums his agreement with a little mmhmm to let Allison know that they're on the same page. He's working a lot more quietly, still getting to know the people around him. The more he gets to know the other Specials; other Alphas that he works with in IntSec, the easier it will be for him to maneuver through this place. "There's a guy here that looks like Jackson," he says and it sounds off topic for a moment before Derek continues. He does have a point.

"His name is Ronan. He says that they drug you if you show dissent. So whatever we do, we need to be especially careful about it otherwise we need to get loud. No one outside of Beacon Hills knows. None of us talk unless we know it's safe," he practically whispers. "If we get caught, there's no way of knowing whether we're going to get drugged and sent back out or whether we'll be detained. The former is preferable and if we think we're going to get caught, then we need to find out a way to make sure we get the drugs and not arrested. I'll pick his brain more if you pick Lydia's. She's been here a while, if she's getting another promotion. She probably knows more than all three of the rest of us combined."

He doesn't mention the fact that he's not entirely confident Lydia hasn't turned full-on Alpha Citizen, because if anyone would believe his suspicion, it sure as hell isn't going to be Allison. So he latches onto the rest instead. "We need to find out what makes the Computer tick, how it's choosing the Specials, and how it's getting us here. Then, reverse each of those processes. That way, we go home and no new Specials get yanked out of their own worlds to replace us," he goes on just as quietly. He looks over at Allison, then, and actually cranes his neck back when he realizes just how close their faces are. He's willing to work with her, but that doesn't make the sudden realization that they were damn near on top of one another any less awkward or uncomfortable...or off-putting. One Argent woman in his life was one too many.

"My troubleshooting station? I'm a Physical Fitness Assessor in IntSec. What about you?" Something with weapons or fighting, he imagines. He'd probably be in the same sort of position if he had his "mutant" abilities.

The way she hesitates and studies him, Alcide wonders if he should have asked the question so outright. He's never been any good at mincing words or engaging in small talk when something is on his mind. That can be a good thing for the way Alcide is always exactly what people see. He doesn't try to hide his feelings or his opinions when he thinks something needs to be said. At the same time, his opinions aren't always popular.

Still, he waits her out and is just a little bit relieved to know that everyone is on the same playing field. If his wolf has been suppressed, so have Vampers' fangs? Good. He still doesn't like being without his wolf though. It still feels like he's only half of himself.

No one has ever called him Al before and he isn't sure he likes it since it brings Al Bundy to mind and he would like to think he's not quite Al Bundy yet. But there's also no correction because so far, Zee's been both nice and informative. Alcide's needed both of those things all day. He can handle the name Al.

"How do we set that to rights?" He has a feeling he isn't going to like the answer to that, but he's also willing to do a little recon on his own and find some answers. "That somethin' that happens back where I first woke up?" He thinks he can find his way back to that building.

Ronan is one of those people who would lash out like this, with brute force, if he had the means. Adam has been secretly thankful that he hasn't yet found the means. There's already enough destruction going on. Today is only the latest in a string of attacks.

"I'm Adam." He returns the introduction politely. Then, with a glance back at what's left of the explosion site, he asks her if she's new here in his own way. "Is this your first one?"

If Gracie's glitches are to be trusted, and Gracie's (fictional) source is right, Katniss has definitely had it rough. Gracie is willing to cut her some leeway. Honestly, given what they're going through here alone, Gracie is willing to cut most of them some leeway. She'd thought it'd be weird to have a guy as a room mate, but Clint has managed to make things feel safe rather than weird. It's like having a dorm dad.

"Me too. I'm lucky if I don't trip over my own feet walking."

Honestly, everyone she's met has been pretty nice, a little wary in some cases, but who could blame them. She just doesn't want to give a new guy a blanket 'everyone is nice' and then it turn out some people aren't. Case by case basis is a good way to deal with anyone, particularly here where you're not sure of loyalties and the like.

"Just looking at them, you can't know. It's the people that didn't grow up here. The people that have 'glitches'." He can probably hear the air quotes around the word glitches. She smiles at his question and nods. "I'm assuming so. I haven't seen you here until now. You just woke up in this place this morning?" She's not going to tell him the clone stuff, because she doesn't believe it, though it would make it easier. If she were a clone that would mean 'real' her is still back home.

Buffy doesn't mind the questions. She asked them all at one point too. She steps closer at his question, voice dropping a little. "only all the time. It seems to be an epidemic. Count me in as one of them." She tilts her head a little at him. "Any idea what parts you're missing?"

He's definitely not in trouble for skipping out and the only reason he'd have to watch what he says to her is because she's new enough that she's not sure what she should say and shouldn't say.

She nods a little. "It's all very Stepford which sort of makes sense with the whole clone theory." Which she's not entirely sure isn't treason to mention. Of course, as Lydia told her, even knowing the rules is treason.

"Not at all. I'm still figuring it out. Things have been crazy since I arrived." And even before that if everything she's read can be trusted. "You know, how much lead is in the water today. What the average temperature is, what the evening's improvement activity is. That sort of thing." She doesn't trust the computer, but she's not sure who she does trust here. She hasn't been here long enough to make that kind of decision.

That's the million dollar question, isn't it, Zee thinks to herself when Alicide asks how to fix it. If she knew that, she'd have found a way home by now, or at least she likes to think so. If nothing else, she could use her magic to make this place a heck of a lot better pretty quickly, but she's still at a loss. She's never been that good at computers, that was always Robin's thing. This place is run by a computer so...without him and without her magic, she's got nothing.

So Zatanna gives him a sympathetic look and shrugs her shoulders before frowning. "I wish I knew," she replies. "I imagine it happens there, but if I knew how to fix it, we wouldn't all still be stuck here. I'm pretty sure my magic could overthrow this whole dumb system and get us all back where we belong pretty quick, but without it, I can't even begin to try."

She sighs before she goes on. "I had a teammate back home who was really good with computers and he probably could've helped, but I haven't seen him around, so I don't think he's here. But this whole place is run by that thing, so until we figure it out, I don't think we're going to be able to figure ourselves out, unfortunately..."

Ronan wants to buy things for Adam. He could give two shits about buying stuff for himself. Everything he's purchased, with the exception of one gas mask for himself, is for Adam.

Principle doesn't get one very far here. In fact, Ronan would say it doesn't get one far anywhere, but that's not an argument he'll breach with Adam right now. If Ronan could dream him things here, he'd do that, but since he can't....the black market is the second best thing.

He nods a little, grunting his version of 'you're welcome' then pulls out a notebook and a pen, passing those over to Adam. Those are quickly followed by a small black light that looks like a flashlight and a ink refill. "The refill is invisible. The one in there is black ink. The light lets you read the invisible ink when you shine it on there."

He says it in Latin, just to make sure the computer can't catch them.

That's the point in trying to work up in the ranks. He hopes he can do more as a higher rank than as a RED. He knows higher ranks have more pull in the system. Of course, there are personal perks as well, perks that Lydia is very well aware of.

The problem is that Matt doesn't think he's done a good job. He's still trying to do a good job. That Lydia believes in him is worth a lot though. It helps on days when he's particularly low about the things he hasn't done. "I'm grateful we're both getting more resources." He figures that's a point they can both agree on.

The chaste kiss has him tilting his cheek into it, but then she's whispering in his ear and talking about things they can't do in the commissary. A wicked grin curves across his face. He takes advantage of the vision implants that he's still struggling with to take in that smirk. He's also glad to hear it in her voice. That's more familiar, something he's more confident with. He leans in to whisper to her in return. "What are we waiting for?"

The notebook and pen are precious to Adam. It's so ordinary a thing even without Ronan's explanation of them, without knowing how unique they are. But Adam loves them the second he sees them. He takes the items with such care that one would think they were a precious metal or a fragile piece of glass.

"Invisible ink." Also said in Latin. The corners of his lips twitch as if they want to smile but won't for the simple fact of belonging to Adam Parrish.

Adam looks over to Ronan, watching him for a moment before shaking his head. "What made you think of this?"

"Yeah, just woke up, got sent to work." He didn't get the treatment and explanation that most people get. He was just thrown into the deep end. From one frying pan back home into this new frying pan. Sookie had just lied to him and run off with Bill (again). Alcide's heart is in knots over that betrayal. And now... now he's lost half of himself, the wolf half. He's decided to focus on the latter.

Her admission that she has a part of herself missing too makes exhale a breath he'd been holding. He's not the only one that feels as if his insides have been carved out. "The wolf parts." He whispers to her, hoping that she won't be afraid of him. After all, he's effectively been separated from that even if he isn't a violent wolf unless he has to be. "You?"

Clones. Alcide hasn't heard that one yet. Is he a clone? Is everyone a clone? Fuck that theory. He feels like himself. He has all his memories, all his emotions, all his thoughts and affiliations. He's exactly as he remembers himself to be, except he's here with a bunch of strangers being held by a supposedly psycho computer.

"Has anyone thought that maybe this is a Wizard of Oz sort of deal? With the man behind the curtain, runnin' everything?" He asks, certain that someone somewhere has to have considered that. Otherwise, why can't a bunch of people with brains and thumbs stop a computer?

He listens to her explanation of what she does. How did she get a job like that? Can she say whatever she wants? It seems like Gracie is in a position of power, can reach a lot of people at once, whether she realizes that or not. And maybe it's best for her not to realize it if she has no idea what good she can do with that power if she wanted to. "So you're like the weather report. Just statin' statistical facts."

Just as expected, Alcide isn't too fond of the answer, but he'd anticipated that. He doesn't much care for feeling helpless though, and he refuses to give in to the idea that nothing can be done. It's a fucking computer, right? One thing at a time. He's less about getting out of here just yet. More about getting the wolf parts of himself back.

"Somebody's gotta be runnin' the computer." Or at least doing maintenance on it. Right? "Unplug it. Take control of it. Figure out what's undone those parts of us and destroy that part."

Deep down he knows that all of these things have to have been thought of before. Alcide is ready to go at it again though, since it seems from Zee's point of view that she's given up. "Where's the... hub? The main computer? I don't even know what to call it." Alcide knows how computers work as far as electrical and programming in houses and such, but that's it. Beyond that, he isn't computer savvy. But he knows how to unplug things, mess with wires, or wield a heavy object to destroy something.

Alcide is fresh out of home and he's willing to fight with whoever or whatever took those pieces of him that make him a complete version of himself. He knows Zee is young, but he doesn't want her to feel helpless either. "We can't give up. Right?"

A hum of a laugh escapes her, her smirk shifting into mischievous, when Matt whispers back in her ear. Lydia pulls back to look at him, lifting her eyebrows a little. "I have no idea," she says honestly before taking one of his hands in her own and pulling him along with her. As she leads him to the elevator, when the crowd thins enough to say so, Lydia gives him a sidelong glance. "Should we stop to HQ for my jumpsuit or go back to my room since now...I guess it's just me and Gucci?" she asks as they step onto the elevator alone and the doors close.

Lydia leans back against the wall a little. Of course a part of her would rather be climbing Matt like a tree right now — she's always wanted to do it in an elevator — but she knows better. There are cameras everywhere on top of the fact that the likelihood of their being joined before they reach their destination is pretty high.

"You're assuming that The Computer is actually in Alpha Complex rather than running this place remotely, though," she points out. The thing that Zatanna does know about technology is that it can do amazing things and it's always safer if it's out of the way where enemy hands — in this example, hers and Alcide's.

She shrugs again when he asks where it is. "That's just it. If I knew, I wouldn't be standing around whining like I am right now. I'm not that kind of girl. I'm a lot more take-action than this but I haven't even been here a week, this place is huge...it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. If we look long enough, we'll find it, but it isn't going to be fast, and it isn't going to be easy."

Patience, in other words, is what she's trying to say and it's something she's been battling this whole time anyway. Zee doesn't have an awful lot of it when it comes to an enemy threat and, to her, that's exactly what The Computer is.

She does give him a little smile, though. "Right," she agrees and it sounds sincere because it is. "I'm not giving up that easy, I want to go home." She pauses. "You already have an idea...?"

Ronan knows how Adam likes to take notes. He knows it makes him feel in control, it helps him sort out the things in his head. He'd wanted him to have that here, but he'd also wanted him to have a way to hide things from the computer, from those he doesn't trust. Together, they have Latin, but sometimes it would be nice to be able to pass notes, so to speak.

Ronan nods. He glances up at the ceiling, not entirely sure where the cameras are. "To keep secrets," he responds in Latin. "I figured you could keep notes, but you could also write me something if you need to, leave it where I'll find it," he tells him in English.

He shrugs at the question. "I thought you might like it. I can get you more when you need it."

That causes Buffy's eyebrows to shoot up. "Harsh. At least I got a day to deal with the culture shock." Things were just getting good with her and Spike back home. Now she's here and she doesn't know how she feels about that. Maybe it would be better to arrive heartbroken. Regardless, it probably is better to focus on other things.

She moves even closer when he confesses that he's (was) a werewolf. "So they're going to give you a bulletproof vest," she says in a normal tone of voice for anyone watching then drops her voice to a whisper. "The parts that protect people from violent werewolves and vampires." She doesn't say it threateningly though. "They played nice, so did I." In case she hadn't already made that clear. She's the thing monsters have nightmares about back home, but only if she has to be.

"They'll also give you a weapon. I'd like to say we usually do patrols, but lately we've been called to a lot of riot-y type things." Again in a normal tone of voice. She stays close to him though.

Gracie hasn't made up her mind, but she knows the alphas think they're all clones. She feels like herself as well. She knows things that the computer doesn't, things that she remembers.

It's a relief to hear someone use a pop culture reference. It makes a smile burst over her face, despite the topic. "Oh, I'm not totally sold on it not being James Franco either, but most people's money is on HAL or VICKI." Alcide may regret giving Gracie a pass to use pop culture references.

She has no idea, except that she's got a degree in it from back home. She certainly can not say anything she wants. She has to be careful, maybe more careful than others. "Pretty much. Just the facts, no opinion pieces."

That laughter is just about the best thing that Matt has heard in this place. He follows her without any resistence, watching her walk in front of him. There's something to be said about these vision implants even if he does hate them most of the time. He considers that a moment, knowing they'll have more privacy from the cameras in his new place, but there's less risk in hers. "I think we ought to break in your new place." He's a little worried about being watched too closely this first night.

She leans back against the wall and he leans in close as well. "We probably shouldn't make out in the elevator, even if our relationship isn't technically illegal." His tone of voice makes it a question rather than a statement.

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