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.

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[rouxgaroux]

Strangely enough, being held hostage by a crazy dictator of a laptop isn't the craziest thing Alcide has ever heard of or experienced. In fact, it's not even in the top ten. He might have had to watch the video a handful of times before he quit arguing with the people in the place where he woke up, but that's nothing new. And now he knows that he needs to bide his time until he can get a handle on this place and figure out what's to be done about his being here and not back at home.

To say he's a bit disoriented is an understatement. He'd just been in the woods, just discovered that Sookie had gone off with Bill (again), shots rang out, not he's here. Needless to say, his heart and his mind are reeling. He's furious and he has nowhere to direct that anger. On top of that, all the wolfy bits of him have been dug out to leave bits and pieces of him hollow on the inside. He feels off kilter, not right, like only half of him is here.

When he reports for Troublehooting duty it feels like being tossed into the deep end of a pool without knowing how to swim. That happened to him once when he was a kid. There's panic at first. Then you do what you have to do to make it to the top for air when the survival instinct kicks in. That's the point Alcide is at right now. With his red jumpsuit on, he arrives for Troubleshooting, doing what he's told... for now. He'll help out in cleaning up the explosion in the bot processing division.


* * *


Later, he finds his room, room 1104. Usually a lone wolf, Alcide is none too impressed that he has to share a room with others. He's never been a very good pack animal. He finds a bed that seems unused and empty and sits at the foot of it, elbows on his knees, head bowed in his hands as his fingers slightly pull on the long, dark locks. The slight sting that pulling on his hair brings makes this feel even more real. He's really here. Sookie really chose to go to Bill behind his back and Alcide is furious about that. They're really all being hunted by humans and sick Vampires back home. Now he's here and maybe that's for the best considering how he was feeling back home.Everything's shit and this is the story of his life, always making bad decisions over and over again.


* * *


In the evening, Alcide attends the Citizen Improvement seminar. He stands at the back, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He eyes each person celebrated for whatever the fuck they're being celebrated for with an intense scrutiny. So these are the people who are 'in' with the Computer? At least that's what it seems like to him.

After the first mandatory three minute round of clapping, Alcide escapes through the back and goes exploring. He can be found just about anywhere, snooping, learning his surroundings, looking for a way off of this crazy train.

Open | Throughout the day

[dorkify]

Mornings aren't something Gracie minds and she considers attending morning briefing part of her job. After all, she can't report on anything at all if she doesn't know what's going on. She types out notes to herself on her PDC, or simply records things that she needs to remember. Tonight, she's making a note to attend the ceremony. She looks for faces that she hasn't seen before (which tend to be quite a few as she's still new here herself) then goes to work.

Once there, she'll transcribe her notes, pick up any assignments and head out into the complex to see what's going on. She's incredibly likely to stop citizens from all levels in order to talk to them. It's usually just a gentle 'hey, how are you' and she moves on if people don't seemed inclined to talk. Today, her wanderings will take her to the Alpha library and she'll spend so much time there that's she misses dinner entirely and is almost late for the ceremony (she doesn't even know about the explosions until later).

At the ceremony, Gracie is in the back row, PDC at hand so she can make notes. She might clap particularly loud and even 'woooo' (sorry, is this not a woo place?) when Lydia's promotion is listed. Lydia had been one of the people that had answered her endless questions, not to mention given her samples of moisturizer. She feels as if it deserves a woo. Once the ceremony is over, she'll dawdle getting back to her room, but she makes it in plenty of time to get ready for bed before the sleeping aid is released.

Open

[whattingawhat]

She'd say this was getting old, all the protests, destruction and violence, but she actually kind of likes the way it breaks the day up. It's not like she wants anyone to get hurt and she's not advocating property destruction (out loud) but she's not hating having something to do besides walk in circles and train. She also understands their need to rebel, to destruct, to explode, to protest. If she couldn't do something to help people here, she might be in the middle of them. She's never been much of a law breaker, but she is a rule breaker of sorts. In any case, helping people here kind of keeps her from making too much trouble. These people don't need any more trouble.

When she realizes that the kerfuffle in question today is an explosion in which people were actually injured, she dives right in, missing her super strength more than ever. She's strong, but she is still a relatively tiny person. When she encounters some piece of debris she can't move, she reverts to 'General' mode, barking at people to help her get this moved. Of course, not everyone listens because she's still a level RED, but enough realize the point in her orders and do help with the clean up and the assisting.

Seriously, she could use a nap, but there are no bones made about the fact that all troubleshooters are required to attend the ceremony. She does so, lingering toward the back of the crowd. She occupies her time by watching everyone, by trying to decide who in the crowd belong to the secret societies that have been making trouble. She's not entirely sure what she would do if she found any of them out. Mostly, it's a way to pass the time, a way to entertain herself.

[preemptiveforgiveness]

Morning

Morning Orientation is spent trying to gather little bits and pieces about what happened with Root. He'll search Lydia out immediately to see if she's okay. He knows Root was her roommate and because of that, he assumes that she's been in questioning. Thank God that last night wasn't one of the nights Lydia stayed with him. He probably won't eat much, but he will guzzle down two cups of coffee. He has a feeling he's going to need it for the upcoming day.

Afternoon


There's no such thing as a normal day here lately, it seems. Someone is always blowing something up, destroying something or hurting others. In fact, it's beginning to resemble home in that way. It does give Matt a lot of work and he supposed he's grateful for that. He's busy with the Samantha Groves case most of the day. He knows he'll have to defend Root at her 'trial' and he's looking for every available angle he can use to get her a lighter sentence or off entirely. He knows some of what Root has done (not that he will ever tell anyone) and he highly doubts he'll be able to get Root off completely.

Evening


He attends the ceremony as he's attended almost all Citizen Improvements. Really, he's focusing so much on the others, on what everyone is saying (or not saying) about Root, that he almost misses it when his name is called. He steps to the stage, obviously uncomfortable with not only the promotion but with the applause. He appreciates the privileges that the promotion affords him, but realizes he is yet again one level above his girlfriend. He also feels guilty at receiving the promotion. In his opinion, he's not doing his job. He's only able to lighten some of the sentences of his clients, clients that he knows are innocent of any real wrong doing (and by wrong doing, he's applying more of his world ideals than anything). It kills him to have to tell his clients how little he was able to help them. He accepts the promotion though because he's fairly certain there's no declining them unless one wants to be accused of treason.

Open

[fictor]

AFTERNOON

Ronan really has to admire the dedication to destruction that secret societies seem to have. There's a smirk on his face as he helps with the clean up that disappears and sobers a little when he has to deal with injured people. He's not a tree hugging hippie (like anyone would mistake him for that) but he prefers the destruction and violence when it doesn't include innocent people and maybe he's wrong, maybe none of these people are innocent, but he has to think that at least some of them are just going to their job every day like he is.

He may be seen crouching and examining various bits of the destruction carefully. He's interested in how they did this though the why seems pretty self-explanatory. This place runs on bots. Take those out and you could make some real progress toward taking this place down.

Maybe Adam's way of thinking is wearing off on him.

EVENING

This mandatory ceremony is bullshit. Ronan is there, at least for a little while, but he is so obviously not happy to be there. He glares around at everyone, makes sure to wave to his boss then slips out the door so that he can poke around. Almost anything is better than listening to a bunch of insincere applause. He may end up on the INFRARED market. After all, he's got some credits to spend.

He'll return to his room just before curfew, slipping in with his illegal purchases.

1200: Bot Processing (Open to Cisco and then those that will be going to help)

[im_ironman]

It starts out like any other day. Tony eats breakfast, attends the morning briefing, and then heads to work. Mentally he's already dreading the ceremony that he's supposed to attend, because just the word mandatory immediately makes him cringe, but it's not like he has a choice so he doesn't say anything.

It's easy to ignore the world when he's working, though. Despite Tony's feelings towards the Computer, and this whole experience in general, he actually doesn't mind his job. Robotics has been a passion for him since he was a child, and the focus and speed that he puts into his work probably shows that. Even back home, Tony used to lose himself in his lab for days at a time, and if he doesn't do that here it's only because he hasn't found that spot where he can do so. He really appreciates Lydia's offer to use the lab she uses, and he knows he can technically use the one in HQ, but he just hasn't found that 'corner' of the complex that feels like it's his just yet. His workstation is as close as it gets for now, so his shifts go by pretty quickly.

It also helps that he likes who he works with. Not really his supervisors, because again, it's that whole thing with authority that makes Tony want to just be flippant and obnoxious almost by instinct. But he likes working with Cisco, because the guy is obviously smart and knows what he's doing, so it makes his workday a generally good part of his day.

Today is like any other day, and that will be the thing that will annoy him later. He will wonder if he missed any signs, something that could have warned them about the explosives. He will wonder if there was anything out of the ordinary, something that they should have detected or found that could have prevented it, but in the moment there's nothing. Nothing that alerts him about what's coming. Nothing that he finds, nothing that he can stop. He and Cisco are just talking about an upgrade to a bot that they can both work on, when suddenly there's an explosion and the room is shaken with the blast. Tony can barely react before he finds himself on the ground amidst rubble and smoke, and his ears feel like they don't function right because they're still ringing. He tries to speak, tries to move, but his whole body just hurts, and he's just tempted to let himself fade away like he so desperately wants.

Except, he knows he shouldn't. If he falls asleep he doesn't know when (or if) he'll wake up, so he forces himself awake. He pushes himself up with his elbows as best as he can, even if his chest feels like it's going to cave in as he does so, but the sight of the destruction around him is more distracting. He doesn't notice that he's bleeding from a gash along his hairline, or the blood that's already making the red of his jumpsuit look a little darker. He tries to push himself up a little more, especially now that his hearing seems to slowly start to come back even if his brain still feels like it's rattling in his skull, and he tries to see through the debris for anyone around him.

"Cisco?"

Open | Throughout the day

[fateless]

After the morning briefing, Allison spends her day at work as assigned. Which isn't bad at all, really. She even kind of really likes the Armed Forces Sector, although she hasn't quite admitted that to anyone yet. So far she's still learning her way around the place, and there's that sensation in the back of her mind that she's going to bump into something she probably won't agree or like, but for now she's keeping her head down while she does her job.

Or, she tries to, anyway. News of the explosion makes her curiosity peak, and for a moment she's tempted to sneak out so she can investigate some more. Sneaking around isn't exactly possible, though, at least not in a way that she would be able to justify it if she got caught, so...she doesn't. For now, anyway.

Once her shift is over, she passes by the R&D sector on her way to the Commissary but it's really just to casually see if there's anything she can learn of what happened. It's not that she's nosy, exactly, it's just that she's too used to life in Beacon Hills. It's almost second nature to investigate something big happening, and the explosion in R&D is definitely big. She takes in the details that she can, and when she can't quite 'hang out' in that sector, she just finishes her walk to the Wagon Wheel so that she can get something to eat.

By the time the ceremony begins, she hangs off towards the side, close to the back. Hearing Lydia's name makes her smile, clapping extra hard for her best friend, and once they're dismissed she tries to at least make eye contact with her to silently congratulate her. She's still not sure if she should approach her too much in public, considering the difference in the colors of their jumpsuits, so for now she's just playing it safe.

Once outside of the Commissary, she wanders off to the public waterfront for the time they have left before curfew, trying to discover a new place tonight.

[lefey]

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.

Lunch on the Earlier Side, Closed to Peggy

[a_man_out_of_time]

To say that Steve hasn’t been thinking about Peggy would have been a complete and unbelievable lie. Ever since he ran into her four days ago, he’s kept an eye out for her at meals and on his PDC. He’s thought about knocking on her door on the RED floor in the Wagon Wheel, but if she really doesn’t remember him, doing something like that would be incredibly startling.

And well. Steve doesn’t want that for Peg.

So today, it was day four of him looking for her at lunch. Steve barely eats in the Commissary anymore, but he comes here first before every meal, just to show the other Troubleshooters that he’s still one of them. If he doesn’t see her here in the next ten minutes, he’ll head back towards the elevator bank.