Daycycle 110 [ October 2 - October 8]

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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.

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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.

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.

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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 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.

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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

[duelo]

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…"

[fateless]

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?"

[duelo]

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.