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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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Yeah, well these things are the reason Ronan wanted extra credits. Besides, fighting is something Ronan would do anyway. He'd find a reason for it. He thinks getting paid was a better reason than most. Of course, he's not fighting anymore since they asked him to take a fall, he refused and they decided not to pay him. Adam is never very far from Ronan's thoughts. He thinks about him at work. He thinks about him any time they're not together. If Ronan were a thirteen year old girl (and let's be honest, sometimes he is) he'd write Adam's name on his notebooks (Mr. Adam Lynch right there) and listen to sappy love songs that he believes are all about him and Adam. He's reasonably obsessed with Adam.

"Thank the fuck. I haven't found any flowers in this place." Because if there were flowers here, Ronan would probably get some for Adam. Yeah, he's secretly sappy that way. However, at Adam's gratitude, Ronan gives him a 'what the hell are you talking about' look. "Dude, that's like a fucking minute by minute thing for me." He says it with a scowl, because everyone knows if you scowl it's not sappy.

Thinking of Adam, he means.

Adam used to be overly obsessed with setting up a path out of Henrietta. That's changed in the last few years back home. His priorities changed. Adam has changed. In the here and now, since that first kiss that seemed like such an every day occurrence even when it wasn't, it's safe to say that Adam has become reasonably obsessed with Ronan too. He's glad that his days here start and end with Ronan.

He smirks when Ronan thanks whatever that there are no flowers here. Adam often wishes for some kind of root system here, a way to glean power from Cabeswater, but he guesses that in this way it's good that nothing grows here. Although he's been wondering if anything can grow, if maybe he could start a green house, get some root system started... and hope.

"You know, obsession can be dangerous. I mean... it's romanticized in lots of literature but it's dangerous. Like driving too fast or falling in love." Adam says, pointing to the minimal space between him and Ronan. "That makes you and me dangerous, us, together. Lucky for me, I think you like danger, Ronan." As weird as it is, this is Adam Parrish flirting. He's horrible at it. But he's trying.

And Ronan has never really needed to get out of Henrietta. He had the Barns there and that was all he really needed until he met Adam. Most days, that's the only good part of this place: the way his days start and end with Adam.

Ronan curses like a sailor, but he doesn't take God's name in vain. He's also a Catholic. The fruit and vegetables that the higher clearance levels get, that they occasionally get, comes from somewhere. Ronan figures there's a greenhouse, some sort of hydroponic farm somewhere. They just haven't found it yet. It's probably very well guarded.

"Well, we know how I feel about driving too fast," Ronan smirks. Yes, Ronan likes danger. "And I'm pretty sure I've been clear about how I feel about you and me," he says in a slow drawl, more Henrietta in his voice than usual.

Adam knows that in his own strange way, Ronan just told him that he loves him. It makes Adam's heart beat erratically in his chest and the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck tingle as if they briefly stand on end. Ronan has this way of doing this to Adam, making his entire self, not just his mind, feel alive.

"Maybe I've come around to danger too." He says. "It's your fault, really." Yes, Adam just said he loves Ronan too.

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He did. He does and while he may not be so clear as to say the words, if one knows Ronan, his feelings for Adam are the thing he's clearest about. Ronan knows Adam well enough, understands him well enough to get what he's saying. He bows his head a moment, those same tingles washing over him, that same adrenaline he fells when revving up for a street race. His breath catches and he swallows hard before looking up at Adam. His hand goes to the curve of Adam's neck and he leans in to kiss him.

Adam is so ready for Ronan's kiss when Ronan finally decides to kiss him that his lips are parted and one hand is reaching out to fist the front of Ronan's top in one fist to half pull him closer even as Ronan is moving in. It's a want and a need on both sides. And Adam Parrish kisses Ronan Lynch too. He gets to kiss Ronan. There's still a distinct thrill to that. This is his, only his. And he feels so special because 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

As sappy as it might sound, Ronan and Adam really are soulmates, meant for each other, in so many ways. They have all these broken, rough edges that clash and scrape against everyone else's edges, but they fit together perfectly. A year ago, Ronan was still crushing hard on Adam without any hope that he'd ever look him, mostly because Adam had been dating a girl at the time. He'd resigned himself to forever being only Adam's friend. Now, he's not sure how he could have ever settled for less than this.

Maybe that's one good thing about the infrequency of moments like this: the newness of everything hasn't worn off. The same sort of excitement charges Ronan's entire being, but unlike Adam, he doesn't overthink this. He revels in it, in the sensations because yes, this feels good; he is doing everything right.

Ronan would like to say that's the purpose of the outburst, but really it's simply that he can't hold it in, not when Adam is making him feel like this. If Ronan were asked, he would say that Adam wanting more is not a good thing; he would say it was an amazing thing. Ronan feels the same way about this; he wants more each and every day and that wanting goes on for days. This moment, even if they stop right here, is something Ronan's thoughts will return again and again.

Adam presses his forehead to his skin and Ronan is breathless. His chest heaves with it, his heart races and thumps so hard he's surprised he can't see it like one of those stupid cartoon characters. He knows he's trembling with wanting, feverish with it and Adam moving up is a rush of cool air that gives him a chance to catch his breath, to slow this down a little then Adam's mouth is on his and he doesn't understand why he really needs to breathe anyway. When his fingers brush against him, Ronan groans into the kiss, hips rocking up of their own accord against Adam's hand. Blindly, frantically, his own hands scramble against Adam's body, needing to touch more of him now that Adam has given him permission by touching Ronan. His hands find Adam's waistband and one dips lower, fingers curling against him, wanting to make Adam feel the same sort of mind-blowing pleasure that he's making him feel.

They've done this before. They'll do it again. Each time they're together like this it feels more amped up, like they're pushing against those boundaries that people set for themselves. Boundaries are stupid. They're still there, nonetheless. And someday they'll move beyond this to something even more intimate. But today...

Today Adam hums against Ronan's mouth when he feels Ronan touch him in the same way he's touching Ronan, stroking him. They're both in the same boat, aroused and wanting. Ronan pushes up into his hand and Adam finds himself rocking his hips into Ronan's in the same fashion without even intending to.

The kiss breaks because everything is so intense and Adam needs air. Instead, he rests his brow to Ronan's and gasps for that needed breath with each inhale.

They're both still figuring out the physical stuff. Neither of them have been in a relationship like this before and it's going to take a while for them to figure out what they want, how far they want to go and exactly where they're going with this.

That hum is all the reassurance that Ronan needs because they have done this before and they both know they're okay with this. This is safe and reckless at the same time. Another gutteral groan is muffled by the kiss, by Adam's lips on his, when Adam rocks into him and he lets instinct take over, grinding himself up against Adam, up against his hand, wanting more and not knowing exactly what more is.

Ronan keeps his eyes closed gulping hair and exhaling 'Adamadamadam' each time he rocks his hips and strokes his hand against Adam.

Adam thinks about it a lot, about what comes next. It's something that's deeply ingrained in him to look ahead to what's coming, what's next, where he's going before he even gets there, to plot out a course. The only times he ever seems to act impulsively are the times when he's with Ronan, and that one time he did it on his own and sacrificed himself to Cabeswater, but even that was thought out before it happened.

The point is that he thinks about it more than he should. How does one explain the need for lubricant in commissary? Even the thought makes Adam's skin flush with added heat, which he's thankful can be attributed to his current state. Just the idea of what the need for lube implies, makes his body shudder in a good way.

He's already so close to the edge, rocking himself into Ronan's palm while Ronan does the same with him. He isn't thinking that anyone could walk in. He isn't thinking about the camera in the corner of the room recording everything. He isn't thinking about the time growing near where gas will start hissing into the room from the vent. There's only this, only Ronan and the way Ronan is making him feel and the reactions he's getting out of Ronan. Adam isn't nearly so vocal as Ronan. He lets his arousal take over in the same way he does everything else: quietly But the way everything inside and out is coiled tight, the way his body tenses and briefly flutters, the way he holds his breath and then spills onto his boyfriend's hand, Adam might as well be screaming.

One of them should probably think about what comes next. Ronan doesn't think much in practical and logical ways like that. He thinks more about Adam's mouth or his hands, about the way he feels and the way he makes Ronan feel. He thinks about how to make Adam feel good. He thinks about how to get Adam to be impulsive and how to make him feel loved.

Okay, so Ronan definitely hasn't thought about the need for that. If Adam were to talk to him about it, he'd go to the commissary and ask for it, or he'd steal some from the medical unit. He'd tell them exactly why he needed it if asked and he'd smirk while he did it simply because he knows it would make someone uncomfortable. Really, Ronan needs to think more about things like that for all kinds of reasons, including the shuddering.

At least they're on the same page there. He knows the camera is there; he knows that their room mates could walk in at any moment, but he doesn't care. The world has narrowed to Adam and the way he feels right now. While Adam is quiet, Ronan is loud. He swears as his entire body feels like it's shattering into little pieces. All it takes is Adam's orgasm to push him right over that edge so that he comes in Adam's hand. His free hand goes to the back of Adam's neck and he pulls him down to lie on top of him. He feels like his heart is beating Adam's name over and over: Adam-adam-adam-adam-adam.

"I fucking love you, Parrish," he tells him in a rough whisper.

Even as Ronan curses through his pleasure, even as Adam feels that warm wet of his boyfriend's pleasure on his hand, he feels like he's floating, like he's hovering in that place where the world is nothing but an intense release of tension. Then Ronan is pulling him back down to Earth, or wherever this is, and he lies on top of Ronan, burrowing his face into the crook of Ronan's neck and shoulder so close that he can feel the warmth of his own heavy breathing bouncing back at him from Ronan's skin.

It's so rare that they actually say the words. It's something that Adam has assumed because Ronan is too much of a romantic to do this with someone he isn't in love with. Adam has known that Ronan loves him for a long while and sometimes he can't believe it. Sometimes, like now, it feels so palpable, so tangible that he knows it's real.

As for Adam, most of the time he wonders if he's capable of love. How can anything involving love come out of that place made for leaving? Robert Parrish had loved his mom. He would leave her face bruised and tell her he loved her in the same minute. His mom had loved him. But she'd never said anything to save him from his torment. Adam has horrible examples of love. Right now though, he thinks he likes Ronan more than he's ever liked anyone. And maybe in Adam Parrish's neck of the woods, that means he loves him too.

Love still scares him. It scares him because of those stupid examples he has where everything is wrong.

"Shut up." He whispers, then follows that up with a light kiss to the side of Adam's neck and wraps his arms around Ronan. It's the best he can do in the moment.

Ronan likes having Adam tucked against him, warm and solid and his.

He is a romantic and it's something few people get close enough to Ronan to realize that. Adam is the only one, and Ronan is okay with that. No, he wouldn't do this with anyone that he isn't in love with. Ronan is so damn in love with Adam that it takes his breath away sometimes.

He knows that Adam's role model for love was a lot different from his. Niall might have created Aurora out of a dream, but that doesn't mean he didn't love her. In fact, some days, Ronan thinks it means his father loved her even more because he'd dreamed her.

This thing between them is nothing like the examples of love Adam had growing up and they both know that. That's what really matters to Ronan right now. He knows that Adam is in love with him too, he's just having a hard time understanding it. He'll get there.

Ronan smirks at little and takes a deep breath, wrapping his own arms around Adam. "Stay with me here tonight. Just sleep here, like this."

Yeah, Ronan is definitely the romantic between them.

There's a moment where Adam thinks to protest. They have roommates, after all. If they didn't already know, they'll know when they see Ronan and Adam in bed together. Then there are the cameras to think about. Although, the cameras have already witnessed what they have just done together. Anything else is significantly less lewd than that.

Finally, he shifts to the side, still half on top of Ronan and shuffles his feet beneath the blankets before reaching down to pull the blankets up over them. Then he settles in with his boyfriend, no gas masks, just the two of them.

Ronan might be the romantic between them, but he helps Adam to realize things he wants that he didn't know he wanted.

Adam closes his eyes, arm draped across Ronan's chest. It's perfect. It's comfortable. It feels right. "Goodnight." He whispers in the same way he would when Ronan would sleep on the floor next to his bed at St. Agnes.

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Daycycle 110 [ October 2 - October 8]

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