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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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The growl doesn't frighten, or really even phase, Zatanna, but it does earn him a sympathetic look. She doesn't like it, either. "They drug everyone. So 'we get a good night's rest' or something, yeah. It's bullcrap."

She watches as he paces and thinks to herself that their initial reactions to the news are actually kind of eerily similar. It makes her wonder how the other Specials feel. Other normal Alphas, too.

Zee pauses, looking thoughtful. "Like maybe the pieces aren't missing at all, just chemically suppressed, you mean?" she asks to clarify that they're both on the same page. That might be a lot easier to reverse, come to think of it...

Honestly, if it weren't for roommates, lack of privacy and the knowledge that cameras are everywhere, Ronan would spend a lot more time doing this. Right now, he's considering that the cameras and the people watching can go fuck themselves. If this gets their rocks off then...whatever. He likes kissing Adam.

He shifts, moving in closer, his free hand going to unzip the zipper on Adam's jumpsuit so he can glide his hand across bare skin, across Adam's chest and move in even closer to him as he deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with Adam's, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

Matt is a horrible product tester, but a good boyfriend. For him, it was never about the product formulas. He's aware that she can't actually change the formulas for the soaps now, but it's a lot more fun to flirt and pretend she can this way.

It's a different kind of titillation now: this comfort, this familiarity. No longer does he worry whether she'll enjoy it when he does one thing or another nor does he worry about what she wants or doesn't. He's learned to read her body, the sounds she makes and he knows how to follow the map that is Lydia, at least in this regard.

His heart races faster as her hands run across his skin and he reaches up to slide his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, pushing the jumpsuit off as well. "I think that's an excellent idea," he agrees with a groan in his voice.

She nods a little, aware of how close he is. "Allen," she says. "Just be careful where you say anything to him. There are places where the cameras are out. Not many, but a few. I can show you the dark spots sometime," she whispers back to him.

Buffy isn't in any place to consider any of the above either, but it's hard to concentrate with him close. She and Spike are in the middle of something that might be really good, something that had been a long time coming, but also something that feels very far away right now. (She thinks it's called abducted when you're an adult and usually done by aliens, which is a possibility here) Buffy is a little more accustomed to the place, a little more settled and (if it weren't for everything else) a little more prepared for thinking a hot guy is hot. However, she's on board with the getting the specialness of everyone that has specialness back. It would make this place easier to deal with and possibly easier to take over. So they're agreed: this is just an act and neither of them will be thinking about anything more than playacting for the camera. Good thing they've got that settled.

His compliment flusters her because it's so very much something someone with special senses would pick out and, therefore, so very familiar. It would be so easy to fall back into the 'same stupid shit' (as he says). She blushes, cheeks flaring pink as she ducks her head. "It's Lydia's shampoo and soap. A whole...I'm a tester for it. I'll let her know you like the smell. It's citrus. She has a clean scent, citrus and boy. No. Not boy smell." Cue more flustered. "I just meant--I was...sorry. Distracted."

Yeah, it's better when he pulls away. She nods a little at his words, brows raising a little. "Not like slaves. Like productive, happy members of society," she chirps too brightly. "Xnay on the lavesay peaksay," she tells him.

Surely Alcide speaks pig latin!

She's glad he picks up on the slow nod. She's definitely just being careful.

She's not sure there's a script, but there's definitely things you should and shouldn't say.

Her brow creases a bit because, as far as she knows, that's highly unusual. "Walk with me?" she asks, tilting her head down the hallway a little. She thinks it's probably harder to listen in on and see conversations and reactions if they're spread out over various cameras rather than on one.

There are a number of reasons for them not to take this any further than kissing. He'd be lying if he said that kissing Ronan hasn't become one of his favorite things. He dreams about that time in the vehicle at his work where they'd taken the kissing even farther than they ever have before. And even now, when Ronan's hands reach beneath material to skin, it's hard not to think about those stolen moments without other people or a video around.

He wants to do it again sometime. He also doesn't want to seem too eager, too needy. This is his first time being with someone, much less another boy. He's flying blind for how to act sometimes.

Adam's hand lifts to touch over Ronan's collarbone, his fingers curling to hook in the material of the jumpsuit at his neck. Their kisses grow more harried and needy, almost demanding of one another. Adam knows he should stop this. Really, he should...

Sure there are, but Ronan isn't thinking of any of those reasons right now. All he can think about is the way Adam tastes, the way he feels, even the way he smells. Ronan dreams about that time in the vehicle as well. A lot and if he takes extra long showers sometimes, well sue him. They make out plenty, but they haven't done that again because of the lack of privacy.

There's no such thing as too eager or too needy. Ronan is suffering from the same lack of experience, but unlike Adam, there's no lack of confidence, not in moments like this.

It's been too long since that day in the car and when Adam's hand brushes over his collarbone, Ronan groans, pushing Adam's jumpsuit off his shoulders and pulling him closer to him. Stop isn't a word Ronan is familiar with right now.

To be honest, Alcide has never been in control of his emotions in regard to who his heart decides to like. One thing he's very good at though, is following his heart. He's always done that, both good and bad, no matter where it leads him. So he'll have to watch that here. He knows that that quality can be both a coo and a flaw. Alcide is very flawed in that way usually. Even when he should stop, he doesn't.

"Yeah, distracted." Alcide takes another step back for good measure and pushes a large hand back through his shaggy locks.

When she speaks pig latin, lets just say that Alcide doesn't pick up on it. He looks at her like she's speaking Russian or German and slightly shakes his head to show that he doesn't understand what she's saying, except maybe that he shouldn't call a duck a duck and say the word slavery.

"They got me in room 1104. Got any idea where those rooms are?" He asks, switching the topic so that he doesn't say the 's' word again.

Buffy is much better at controlling her emotions than Alcide, which isn't to day she's good at it, but she's had some practice controlling them. It's really not good to fall apart when you have a dozen teenage girls looking to you for guidance. Of course, that sort of falling apart has nothing to do with the following your heart sort of emotion, which Buffy often does even when she knows it's going to end in heartbreak. She's notorious for making poor relationship choices.

The space between them is good. It's Alcide's first day here. He's confused and vulnerable. She was just picking up on that, that's all.

It's pretty clear that he doesn't understand what she just said, but he gets the point so there's no need to step closer and whisper to him. Besides, they're supposed to be working and she's supposed to be showing him the ropes, not making everything worse.

Her eyebrows arch up and a grin slips across her face. "Actually, I know exactly where that room is. Hello, Roomie. I'll walk you there tonight after dinner?"

Humming a soft purr of approval at the combination of the groan in his voice, the way he's gone ahead and started to remove her jumpsuit, and the fact that he agrees they should move this to the shower, Lydia pulls back a little, hooking her fingers around the part of his jumpsuit hanging at the waist. She starts to move, then, guiding him to the bathroom she currently shares with no one.

This is a new step for them. They've done a lot of things, but showering together isn't one they've breached just yet. There's something exciting about knowing they're going to be stepping into an unfamiliar realm together again. As much as she loves that they know one another well enough to read each other now, it's also kind of fun to try new things, too. The ability to do that in this place is pretty limited, so Lydia's excited to take what she can get.

After starting the water to let it warm up, Lydia turns her attention back to Matt, pushing the jumpsuit down a little further until it moves down over his hips and gravity takes it the rest of the way to the floor. "We are so smart, best idea ever," she says with a grin before leaning in to kiss him.

Allison remembers being that type of person. It hadn't lasted long, but her emotions had won out in the end. The lashing out hadn't been pretty, but at the time she hadn't cared. All she wanted to do was hurt the ones that she felt deserved it, so that they could feel what she felt.

Now she isn't like that (or she tries not to be, anyway), but that doesn't mean she doesn't at least have some idea of what was probably running through their mind when they planned this bomb. She just hates that there were probably innocent people caught in the crossfire.

A small smile crosses her lips when Adam tells her his name. "Nice to meet you." She nods at his question. "Yeah, it is. I pretty much just arrived."

Was remade? She doesn't know what the proper term is for that thing.

"By what you shared, I'm assuming you've been here at least a while, huh?"

How Ronan Lynch can take him from zero to hero in .2 seconds flat is beyond him. But suddenly his heart is pounding in his ears, in his chest, in his hands and all the way down to his toes. He pulls his hands away from Ronan but just to help Ronan to get the top half of his jumpsuit off. Then his hands find the zipper on Ronan's and pull it down. As he pushes the material off Ronan's shoulders his hands smooth over warm skin.

His lips have barely left Ronan's. But now, with Ronan's top half bared, his lips wander down to his jawline, to his neck to his shoulders and lower. It's startling how accustomed he's become to Ronan and his closeness, being intimate with him and his general Ronan-ness. It feels new and thrilling and old-hat and somehow right all at the same time. Adam doesn't fight it anymore, not like he used to. This is his one constant.

"Yeah, a long time." He and Ronan had been here a lot longer than most people here now. They've seen a lot, been through a lot and probably have a lot more to go. He's only recently accepted the clone theory to be a possible truth. But then Adam is always a skeptic first and a believer last. He tends to question everything.

"It's nice to meet you too." He offers, a corner of his lips twitching in what might be a smile except that Adam Parrish doesn't smile all that often. His eyes look kind enough though to make the impression of a smile in lieu of a real one.

"I know how jarring it is to wake up here. Instant propaganda for the Computer and all..." And that's the least of it, he knows. The displacement from a life lived is jarring enough without instantly being forced to accept Friend Computer and all that entails.

He isn't sure why that's the straw that breaks the camel's back. Maybe it's just that he's been so close to the edge since waking up here and being tossed into work like he's owned by anyone, even a Computer. But to know, without a doubt, that he is, or will be, drugged? That infuriates him to no end. Many of the wolves in his world like getting hyped up on V and Alcide is almost the only one who is against it. Maybe that's it too.

Wolves in his world used to have a code of honor that most of them no longer have. There's a line, Alcide thinks. Forced drug use crosses that line.

He has to make himself switch gears in his mind. He has to make himself think of something besides the fact that he's going to be given drugs tonight against his will. At the same time, that knowledge doesn't make it so far a stretch that maybe they've all been given some kind of suppressant in regard to their respective losses as far as the 'otherness' of them goes.

"Yeah. Yeah, like maybe it's still in us. We just gotta figure out how to undo what they did." He says. "It's worth lookin' into, ain't it?" Right now it seems like the only plausible lead he has and Alcide is willing to sniff out that lead no matter what.

Okay, that's surprising. He's sharing a room with a girl he hardly knows? This girl? Buffy? Well... okay then. He wonders if it's just them or if there will be more people in the room. He wonders how they decide who to put in which rooms with who. It crosses his mind that this will probably be a social experiment. He feels like he's the at in a cage in the experiment analogy. It's a not a good feeling.

The positive here is that he's sharing a room with someone who seems trustworthy enough. Buffy has proven to be informative and helpful. He's grateful for that. It also helps that she's so easy on the eyes.

"Yeah, that'd be helpful. Thanks." He says. "Not just for that but... for givin' me the score here, some of it anyway."

With how careful everyone is around this place not to say the wrong thing, Alcide has to wonder what the repercussions are. He feels like he's walked in on some kind of Hitler like cult where if you don't follow the leader, the Computer in this case, you wind up dead or worse. He knows there's worse than dead. He just doesn't know what that translates to in this place.

Alcide nods and starts walking with her. "Why's everybody here actin' so weird. Like all this is normal? I take it I didn't get the speech most people did?"

Zee considers it really and truly for a moment. Her abilities are a learned skill set driven by a her genetic predisposition to the mystical. How, for the millionth time, could they take it away from her? She still knows how to do the spells. She's still genetically the same Zatanna Zatara as far as she knows. So suppression, now that he's mentioned it, actually does make the most sense.

"Oh, for sure," she says quickly, nodding. The sooner she can have her magic back, the better. Zatanna is practically vibrating with anxiousness to be her whole self again.

So she nods to the left and starts walking. "Come on. I don't think we'll get very far tonight, not without an actual game plan, because there's guards freaking everywhere, but I'll show you where medical is. That's a start, anyway."

Yeah, the co-ed thing usually gets people. They always expect to be roomed by gender. Honestly, Buffy isn't sure how they choose to room people. In some ways, this very much resembles a social experiment. However, it doesn't have a lot of the things in it you'd expect in a social experiment, like any sort of normal environment.

Buffy is pretty pleased with her new room mate as well. It's been she and Derek since Holtz was promoted and she'd been happy enough with that. They'd struck up a good friendship.

"No problem," Buffy tells him sincerely. "It's rough here at first, but you'll learn the ropes soon enough. Derek is our other room mate and he's a good guy, a good friend."

It's his super-only-for-Adam-power. Maybe it's just that Ronan hurtles there so quickly himself that he drags Adam with him. When he can kiss and touch Adam like this, he doesn't miss being able to drive the BMW fast. He doesn't even miss dreaming when he's with Adam like this. Every inch of Ronan is on fire and it's because of Adam.He mutters encouragement mixed with a slew of swears under his breath as Adam starts to undress him, his hands gliding over his skin.

For the briefest of moments, Ronan wants to protest Adam's lips leaving his, then his mouth is on his jawline and his neck, on his shoulders, sliding lower and Ronan never wants Adam to stop. His hands curl against Adam's shoulders as Ronan leans back, giving Adam more room to explore where ever the damn hell he wants. His hands slide down Adam's back, nails scratching at his skin when Adam's lips ghost over a particularly sensitive area or when his teeth find Ronan's skin. "Fuck, Adam," Ronan groans, gutteral and ragged, breathless and trying so hard not to want too much too soon, but he feels like his entire being is made of wanting right now.

A long time. She wonders if he has been here as long as Lydia has, but she doesn't push; instead, she just gives a slight nod, as if to quietly say 'ah, got it.'

The not-so-quite smile is just fine, and Allison doesn't seem disturbed or offended by it. She gets it, and his attitude is friendly enough; that's enough for her. She's still getting to know this place, and getting to know someone other than her roommates and those from back home probably wouldn't be such a bad idea. After all, there's strength in numbers.

"Yeah, the video was a little much," she admits in a quiet laugh under her breath. She doesn't say it too loudly, in case someone around them overhears their conversation, but it's at least loud enough for him to hear. She won't add how she didn't take long believing it, though, because that's still not something she shares. Besides, she had her reasons for it - like being dead and not having a home to get back to, if she wasn't here - so she just lets it go. "There are some people from back home that are here, though, so that helps."

Matt is all too happy to follow Lydia. He lets her tug him toward the bathroom with a grin. His eyes close a little. It's not that he doesn't like the sight the vision implants provide him; it's that he gets distracted by the vision still and he doesn't feel things with every bit of himself the way he does when it's one of his primary senses.

He likes this new step for all of the reasons that Lydia does. It's new, but there's still those familiar elements that he likes so much, like Lydia. It's been so long since he had a lasting relationship that he's forgotten what a thrill it is to do new things like this with someone you care about,someone that you know.

Matt gets caught up in Lydia while she's relieving him of his jumpsuit. He dips his head to trail his lips over the curve of her neck and her collarbone, brushing her hair over her shoulder with one hand while the other goes to her zipper. Shen his jumpsuit falls to the floor, he looks up, grinning as she leans in to kiss him. He slides the zipper on her jumpsuit down as they kiss.

She hasn't experienced the repercussions, but she's heard about some of them. She doesn't want to be drugged and she knows that some people have recently been arrested. Sure, being drugged isn't worse than dead, but it's still something she wants to avoid if possible.

"When I showed up a few days ago, I saw a video that told us how the Computer was our friend and that it only had our best interests at heart." She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear as they walk. "The rest I picked up from others. Everything is treason here, including knowing what treason is. Loyalty the computer is something we have to feign." She presses her lips together, glancing up at a camera as they pass. Just pass the camera, she puts her hand on his arm and stops him.

"Not everyone is loyal. In fact, I'd guess most of the specials aren't, but we all pretend. I know they can drug you if you don't fall in line. We act happy and we smile. The computer is our friend for public purposes, okay? This is a black spot, so you can ask what you want, but we can't stay here for long or someone in security will wander where we've disappeared to."

It's definitely what makes the most sense to Alcide. He has a hard time believing that they could completely take the wolf parts out of him. He still has that wolf temperament, wolf thoughts and emotions that extend outside of the additives the actual wolf gives him like heightened senses and speed. Maybe it's a little self serving as well. It makes Alcide feel better to think that the wolf is still a part of him, simple suppressed.

As they start walking, Alcide is already feeling less at a loss than he had before. He has a direction to go in, not to mention someone to go in it with. Zee has proven to be informative and overall nice so far. He's glad they met.

"So where are you from? You got people from your home here?" He asks, wanting to know more about his unlikely partner in... in what? Crime? Maybe so. He eventually plans to get in where he shouldn't be once he's had time to scout the place for a few days.

Oh. No, Alcide had not gotten the same introduction Gracie had. He'd been fast tracked to work. Maybe that was a mistake on the Computer's part. He's kind of glad to know that the Computer can make mistakes. There's room for error. Within that room for error, there's hope of finding a way around having to fall in line, act happy and smile.

Truth be told, Alcide's never been a good actor. He's never been good at feigning anything. He is what he is. Simple as that. This aspect of what's expected of them doesn't bode well for him. And maybe he's a danger to people in that way. It's not something he can change about himself.

"Yeah I didn't get any of that." He looks over at the camera and around to where they are, committing this spot to memory so he'll know one of the black spots are.

When Alcide looks back to Gracie, he shakes his head. "I've never been a good actor." This is a warning that being around him might not be a wise choice. He would hate to lose one of his first contacts in this place, but Alcide is also always an 'others before self' kind of guy first and foremost. "What do the drugs to?" He gets that question in before she decides she can't be around him. He hates drugs. So he has to know.

There is something uniquely precious about the fact that Ronan doesn't let anyone adore him the way he lets Adam does. The same can be said for the way Adam lets Ronan know him. Adam, once unknowable, is now known the most by Ronan. Two boys who never let others in past the outer veneer have finally let someone in, one another. Adam never would have thought this would be something that is even as much as a year ago.

Exploring Ronan's body like this still has that feeling of newness to it. It makes nerves (good and bad) tingle in his belly. Is he doing this right? Does it feel good? He has to make himself not overthink it in the same way he overthinks everything else.

Ronan's curse is enough to tell him he's doing something right anyway. It's probably not a good thing that each and every time things ramp up like this between them, Adam wants more.

As he kisses, licks, teases his way down Ronan's skin, he's gotten Ronan to lie back on the bed. When his tongue finally glides over the skin just at the line of cotton at his waist, Adam presses his brow to Ronan's abdomen. "Ronan." He heaves the name in a heavy breath of air as his fingers curl into the waist line. He makes himself lift up and move over Ronan to capture his lips again. His fingers push beneath material to touch hidden intimate places that he knows will make Ronan feel good.

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