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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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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.

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.

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.

Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, Lydia hums a little with contentment at the sensation of his lips on her neck and collarbone. Her eyes close in a slow blink when she both hears and feels him pulling down the zipper for her own jumpsuit. Words cannot describe how much she enjoys having a legitimate reason to take the damn thing off.

Lydia shrugs her shoulders a little to let the jumpsuit fall off them, sliding down her arms as he both returns her kiss and works her zipper. She deepens the kiss a little, leaning into him when she feels the jumpsuit drop to the floor. Her arms circle around his neck and she breaks the kiss, trying to soften the blow of its absence with a couple of chaste ones in its wake.

"Water's going to get cold if we stand out here doing this," she points out, but doesn't actually make an effort to move, yet.

Legitimate? Hell, it's the best reason he can possibly imagine. He loves the way she smells, the way she feels and the way she hums like that when he kisses her.

His hands follow in the wake of the jumpsuit, skimming her body, tickling over her ribs and gliding over her waist to press at her hips then on down her legs as far as he can reach without bending or breaking the kiss. Despite her attempt at softening that blow, he groans softly when she pulls away.

"Mmmm, we can't let that happen," he tells her as he reaches past her to push aside the shower door then starts to guide her back toward the shower stall.

Lydia wonders if there will ever be a time when every touch from Matt's fingertips won't feel like electricity. He's always striking just the perfect balance between soft and firm; always touches her with the right ease of his fingertips so that it doesn't necessarily tickle and distract her but that it's still light and sensual. Lydia chalks that up to the fact that he's been with probably plenty of women in his years because he's gorgeous. She isn't deluding herself into thinking that it's all about the connection he has with her specifically to be able to read that she enjoys that.

She laughs a little at the groan and takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze before she starts to move toward the shower. "No," she agrees as he starts to move, too, pushing the shower door open to guide her in. "We can't let that happen."

Lydia's arms circle around his neck and she draws him closer, shivering a little at the cold wall against her back and the way that it contrasts the warmth of the water flowing from the shower head. She draws him back down to kiss him again, arching her back away from the wall a little to press her body against his warmth.

Matt hopes that there won't ever be a time when his touch doesn't do this to her. He hopes that there won't be a time that she doesn't feel this way, just as he hopes there won't ever be a time when her touch doesn't make him tingle, make him feel like her touch ignites a heat in him that's unique to her. Possibly, but it probably has more to do with his experience with touch, with being able to feel every, little centimeter of pressure. It is a about the connection though. He's had enough one night stands to know that.

He steps in the shower after her, a soft moan escaping his lips at the feel of the hot water and the silk of Lydia's touch around his neck, against his body. He guides that arch of her body with a hand pressing against her back, down her spine to the small of her back. He nibbles at her bottom lip as he presses her body against himself.

Largely, Lydia is trying to decide whether they're actually going to shower or if they're going to waste water fooling around just because they've never done it. Either is fine with her, but she doesn't want to interrupt a moment by going off track. The sensation of skin on skin when he presses himself into her is almost magnified by the slip of hot water between their bodies and she moans softly against his kiss.

Moving her arms slightly, Lydia's hands slip into Matt's hair as the shower wets it and she pushes her body harder against his, needy and wanton. Sometimes, Matt is the only good thing about this place. Having friends, even having Allison back, is great, but sex has been the only thing that can distract Lydia from the depths of her inner turmoil for years now. She doubts that will ever change, or if it does, it won't be any time soon. With Aiden, she liked it rough to pull her out of the funks.

With Matt...it's different. Sometimes she can just surround herself entirely with him because this is a different feeling than Aiden. It reminds her a little of Jackson, but more intense. Lydia is falling in love with Matt and that's equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. Lydia breaks the kiss to take a breath and nuzzles her nose against his with a soft sigh of contentment. "I think I'm going to need you to do this at least once a day with me. This is easily the best shower I've ever taken," she says and she's only half-joking.

Matt is all about wasting water fooling around even though he's certain wasting water is treason. Of course, for all he knows, sex is treason too. He melts against the feel of her body and that moan spikes the desire in him (as if he already didn't want her so much he hummed with it).

It's his turn to moan when she presses her body harder against his. He combs one hand through her damp hair, his other hand sliding down her wet body to her hip then her ass, squeezing and lifting her up onto her toes, kissing her harder. Most days Lydia is the only good thing about this place for Matt as well. He'd never used sex as a distraction the way that Lydia had; that's just one way that this thing with Lydia is different for him. Not only does he want far more than a one night stand with her, he also wants to fall asleep with her most nights. He hasn't been interested in actually sleeping with anyone since his relationship with Electra.

He'd be both pleased to know he was different than her other relationships and scared because of what it meant, because she is falling in love with him; he is falling in love with her as well, and it's by far the healthiest relationship he's ever had with anyone. This relationship, he believes, actually has a chance of working out in the long run. He chuckles a little at her words. "You know, I think I could work that into my busy schedule."

It's funny how the relationship she's built with a man older than she would've imagined herself being attracted to in a place that is little short of an actual, living nightmare is easily the healthiest relationship Lydia's ever had. It's also the most mutually beneficial. With Jackson, she felt like she was always giving, giving, giving and receiving little in return beyond the ability to maintain her popularity. That had been important at the time; now, it just seems trivial. With Aiden, it had been purely physical. Lydia can admit that to herself now, she hadn't ever really loved Aiden. She'd felt the loss when he'd died so profoundly that she assumed it must have been love, but in retrospect, she knows now it was grief. She cared about Aiden a lot, but she hadn't been in love with him.

Matt gives as much as he takes. He makes her feel beautiful and smart and special and when they're together, Lydia feels like she can accomplish anything. Maybe that's why all of her growth in the Alpha Complex came after Matt moved into the room she used to share with Dick. Matt makes her...better, somehow.

A surprised sort of moan escapes her when Matt grabs her backside to lift her up on her toes a little and she grins wickedly into the kiss before lifting one leg to hook her knee around his waist. She doesn't mean for him to try to pick her up while they're in the shower; that would be dangerous. But she opens her body to him with the movement, all the same. It's easier for him to feel the heat building between her legs if his body is between them. It's easier for her to feel the effects she's having him, too. "I think you should, bae. I also think that we're probably going to wind up dirtier after the shower than we were before it," she teases playfully, a little smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

They have all night to be sexy, though, she thinks, so Lydia lets her leg drop back down again and reaches for the shampoo. "Let's...do the shower thing and then do this thing after?" she offers, looking up at him through her eyelashes and moving her free hand to feather her fingers absently up and down his spine.

Maybe it's because this place is just short of a nightmare, or because he's older. He's had an unhealthy relationship. He knows what he doesn't want in a relationship. Maybe it's just that together, they're good for each other. Really, his relationship with Electra is the only one he has really had. He'd only started dating Karen when things had gone so horribly. Electra had tried to shape him into someone she wanted him to be, and maybe he'd been trying to do the same thing to her. He and Electra had been too different. He and Lydia fit together better.

He certainly hopes so. He wants to make her feel all of those things. She certainly makes him feel special, smart, cared for and yes, sometimes old, but that's easy to overlook when she gives him so much more. Lydia is an anchor for him in this place, a spot for him to land when days get dark.

He doesn't try to pick her up, simply runs his wet hand along her thigh, all the way to her knee, groaning as he rubs against her. She's definitely having an effect on him. He grins at her words. "You may have a point. I foresee a lot of showering in our future."

They do. He opens his eyes to watch her grab the shampoo then nods and bows his head, swaying toward her as she runs her fingers up and down his spine. "Let me wash your hair first. " He has a bit of fascination with her hair.

Lydia grins, humming a laugh at that. "Mmm, well...so much for conserving water," she teases, but she can't keep up the playful facade for very long because he's pushing up against her and she can feel the effect this is having on him. She, too, is being effected, a warm dampness collecting between her legs that has nothing to do with the shower they're standing in at the moment. "I think this place will manage with us wasting a little water, though, don't you?"

She looks a little surprised at his offer because, well, she has a lot of hair. Even Lydia isn't a huge fan of washing it. She really only bothers every couple of days and the rest of the time when it starts to get a little greasy, she pulls it up so that no one can tell. The shampoos here leave a lot to be desired and there hadn't been conditioner at all, so trying to get through her nightmare head of wet hair with no condition was something she tended to avoid. She's working to change that, though, and she's got her own beta-testing shampoo and conditioner in the shower so at least Matt won't have to deal with the tangles like she usually does.

A little smile, just this side of shy, tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Okay," she agrees, her fingertips moving up his spine and over his shoulder before cupping his face. When they're alone, she notices that he looks more than usual. He uses the vision implants when there's not much to distract his vision and he can just focus on her, so she doesn't patronize him by putting the shampoo bottle in his hand. Instead, she holds it out to him. "...nobody's ever washed my hair in the shower before. I have a lot of it..." she points out almost warningly. Translation: I'm probably going to wash it when you're done if I feel like you didn't get all of it.

Conserving water isn't even on Matt's radar right now, not with the way he can feel her response to him, to this. "Yeah, I think it'll be okay," he grins in agreement. Maybe later he'll actually look into the water supply here, curious as to whether it's in danger and how and where it comes from.

To be fair, he's never washed long hair before, but even before he could see the color of her hair, he was a fan of it. Now that he knows it's that gorgeous red color, he's even more obsessed with it.

She's right about why he uses the vision implants more when it's just the two of him. It's so much more overwhelming when there are crowds of people. Here, he can easily focus on Lydia. "I've noticed," he responds, using a small amount of shampoo, assuming he can use more if necessary. He starts with her scalp, massaging the shampoo into her scalp and down through her thick tresses.

Lydia laughs a little at his comment and closes her eyes when she feels him starting to massage the shampoo into her scalp. "Yeah, well, seeing it and feeling it when its dry is very different than trying to get through it when its wet, so consider yourself warned," she says playfully.

Admittedly, though, she can't deny how good it feels to have Matt doing it. There's something that's inexplicably equal parts racy and intimate about having Matt's fingers in her hair, washing it for her. It feels like something that should be one or the other, but somehow falls on both ends of the spectrum at the same time.

For her part, Lydia's fingers are moving behind his back, ghosting soft touches up and down his spine. She has to make an actual conscious effort not to press herself up against him more than she already is. "You'll let me do yours when you're finished?" she asks with a soft tint of hope in her tone.

"Alright," he responds, that smile still playing across his lips. He continues to massage the shampoo into her scalp and work it down through her hair.

He's experiencing the same sort of inexplicable equal parts racy and intimate. It's sexy, but something so loving and close about it. He's never actually washed someone's hair besides his own.

Yeah, if she presses herself against him anymore, he's likely to abandon this job of washing her hair in favor of making love to her. Those soft touches up and down his spine are distracting in the best sort of way. "Yeah. I suspect mine will be easier to do," he jokes.

Lydia smiles a little as he finishes working his fingers through her hair, impressed when he manages not to get them too tangled in there. It's impossible not to get a little tangled, that much she knows from experience. "I'm sure it will," she agrees with a smirk.

She moves one of her hands away from his back to swipe her fingers over her forehead when she feels some suds starting to slip down and then she opens her eyes to look back up at him when she's sure that she isn't going to get soap in them. "Matt...?" she asks softly, wetting her lips and studying his face.

The shower is probably not the best time to have this discussion, but all she can think about in the moment when he's washing her hair and they're sharing a shower — something she's never let any man do with her up to this point — is how much the three words she's been avoiding sharing have been threatening to bubble up to the surface and out of her and how scared she is that it'll spook him if they slip out of her rather than her just saying it intentionally and letting him know that it's okay if he doesn't share the sentiment yet. Or ever. ...but preferably yet, if she has to choose between the two.

Despite not having his supernatural sense of touch, he's learned to pay attention to his senses. That probably had a bit to do with it.

He's looking down at her when she looks up at him. An expression of concern and interest sweeps over his face. "Yeah?" he asks in a soft, husky voice.

Matt has been avoiding those three words as well despite the fact that he's fairly confident that he does love Lydia. She needn't worry about him not sharing the sentiment, but the words do still terrify him, knowing how he can be hurt by loving someone both by the person he's in love with and by others scares him. Things are different here, but his fear is still there.

For a moment, after Matt responds, Lydia just looks back at him and she realizes that maybe now isn't a good time. No, now is a really bad time. She's in too deep and she'll hurt too much if she scares him away.

That fear clenches her throat and her stomach like a vise and Lydia freezes up.

She doesn't say what she'd meant to say. Instead, she gives him a small smile. "We should do this a lot more often," is what she says instead, closing her eyes again to tilt her head back to rinse. "It's really nice."

Now wouldn't necessarily be a bad time but it would probably the mood of this and not really in a bad way. Matt knows that he loves Lydia. He hasn't told her because he's scared as well. Lydia could break his heart, and if she does he's got to live here with it. It seems safer to keep his feelings to himself for the moment.

His brow creases with worry as he watches her, waiting for her to speak.

The smile isn't entirely reassuring and his stomach roils with nerves. HIs throat clenches tight with it. He relaxes marginally when she finally says they should do this more often, but he's not entirely put at ease. "Yeah, it is," he agrees, still watching her intently as the water rushes over her body.

The way that he's watching her suggests to Lydia that he can tell there's something else on her mind, but she decides she isn't ready to share it, so Lydia plays coy instead.

"What?" she asks with a soft laugh, blushing. She presses herself against him a little before reaching for the shampoo, meaning to steer them clear of her having gotten cold feet. "Your turn," she tells him.

Another time, she promises herself. When they're in bed or something. When it feels less terrifying; when it feels less like he'll run away. It isn't anything that Matt's said or done which makes her feel that way, of course, she just hasn't felt it or said it to anyone in a long time. Certainly not a man this much older than she is. Lydia always aims for men a but older, but Matt is the first time she's actually been with someone more than two or three years her senior and while they've long since hopped over that particular hurdle in their relationship, it's still a little scary to try to jump the next one — telling him how she really feels — alone knowing that the first thing that took them a while to grow comfortable with could make this new hurdle that much higher. Because, as much as she tries to tell herself that it's okay if Matt doesn't feel the same so long as he stays, a part of her knows that's not true. A part of her knows that'll hurt in a crippling sort of way and she's not ready to hold her head high and pretend that it doesn't, not yet.

Closing her eyes, she slips under the water to rinse out the shampoo from her own hair before running her free hand over her face to get rid of the excess water. Then she opens her eyes and starts the process of washing Matt's hair. Once she's got some shampoo in there, she sets down the little bottle and goes to work massaging his scalp to build up a lather. "Nice, right?" she asks playfully.

He lets it go because she clearly doesn't want to address whatever it is that's on her mind. Hopefully, she'll open up to him later. She changes the subject and he nods a little, ducking his head toward her.

Another time. Maybe it will be better to have this conversation some other time, some other place. It's one they should have though because her insecurity is unfounded. Of course, he doesn't realize that his insecurities and concerns about falling in love with Lydia are unfounded as well.

He leans his head into her touch, softly sighing in contentment at the feel of her fingers against her scalp. "Mmmm very nice," he agrees.

Admittedly, relief and guilt come in equal measure when Matt lets it drop, taking the hint. She can tell that he's read into it that there's something on her mind she isn't willing to talk about suddenly, which is where the guilt comes in. But he's also read into the fact that pushing isn't going to help and he's relented; therein lies the relief. It makes her feel like a hypocrite because she's forever feeling like she wishes Matt would open up more when she can tell a part of him wants to, but she can't help it. It's a scary subject. They'll get there eventually, but today is not the day.

"See?" she asks with a warm smile, her fingers moving to the back of his head and the nape of his neck to massage the shampoo into his hair and scalp there, too. "It's kind of amazing right?"

Lydia takes her time because she's already finished but her hair is longer and took him a bit more time. She thinks it's only fair to extend the same amount of attention to him even though he doesn't require it. It feels nice, so she might as well. Once she's finished a few minutes later, she starts to guide him toward the water, holding him close and sort of swaying the two of them until they've turned half a circle and he's under the water instead. "Close your eyes," she says softly, shivering reflexively when the cool air hits her wet skin without the warmth of the water to block the chill.

Opening up to someone, even someone you love, is all about the right timing. It's about feeling comfortable enough both with circumstances and the person to say what you need to say. It's not the right time for Lydia. He respects that and hopes that eventually she will open up.

"It really is." He's always gone down to the local barbershop to get his hair cut. He's never had someone shampoo his hair before. Of course, he thinks that part of the amazing has to do with Lydia being the one to shampoo his hair.

He closes his eyes and dips under the water, groaning softly at the feel of the hot water, at the feel of Lydia's fingers in his hair.

This is the most intimate Lydia and Matt have been without being joined physically in the heat of a moment. It's weird how something as simple as washing one another's hair can feel like that. She supposes it helps, of course, that they're in the shower, but there's a certain level of trust too, maybe, that comes with being in the shower with someone, having your eyes closed and letting them come near your face with something that could burn your eyes if they aren't careful enough.

But really, Lydia thinks a lot of that intimacy comes from the fact that this is a quiet moment where they're loving one another without saying a word. Or at least, she's loving him. She's not sure if that feeling goes both ways.

A moment later, she's finished and she's guiding him beneath the water, moving her fingers through wet hair and over his forehead to keep the soap away from his eyes as she rinses the shampoo out. Once again, the sentiment she fears almost bubbles up and out of her before she can stop it, but she bites it back while she's still rinsing his hair of the shampoo suds and guides him back out from under the spray when she's finished. "What do you say we finish up in here ourselves and then we go get dirty again in bed before we fall asleep?" she asks playfully, knowing that he'll know what she means by that.

It feels like an important step in their relationship, being this intimate without having sex. That trust is probably a lot of what makes this so intimate.

That feeling definitely goes both ways. This intimacy and care is Matt's way of loving her, of showing her that he loves her. He hopes that she's getting that in this moment, that she feels how much he loves her.

He revels in the way that she touches him, that she takes such care. The playful words make him smile, a soft chuff of a chuckle bubbling out. "I think you're full of amazing ideas today," he tells her, grabbing for the soap.

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Daycycle 110 [ October 2 - October 8]

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