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Daycycle 1 [11/1 - 11/3]

Daycycle 1

[November 1-3]

[This game can be as plot heavy or laid back as you would like it to be. Each IC day will cover three RL days in order to give everyone time to tag and play out scenarios to their heart's content. Each IC day will start with a briefing, assignments for a group of 2 or more characters and additional information about the Complex that you may or may not use in play. Additional assignments may be made throughout the day, but never more than one per character per day.

You are welcome to play out missions from any point (beginning, middle, end) but are not required to. You will, however, need to provide information on the debriefing post below once you've determined with the other players involved how the mission played out. You are encouraged to approach other characters for assistance with missions whenever possible, as almost every sector has a playable character. You'll soon find out that the more avenues you have through the bureaucratic nightmare that Alpha Complex is, the better.

You may post your character in a comment below for the Daycycle for others to tag, or post threads directly to alphalogs . Top level threads and comments here do count towards activity. ]

There's another glorious day dawning on Alpha Complex, though it would be difficult to tell if not for the ringing alarms on your Personal Digital Companion (PDC) that signify it is morning. Citizens of the Complex haven't seen the sun in centuries. Technically, this is your second day within the Complex as twenty-four hours ago you sprang fully formed into existence from the genius scientists at the cloning center. Or at least that was what you were told. Your whole - or possibly fragmented - memories, might say otherwise.

Your sole possessions in this brave new world include one standard-issue red jumpsuit with boots (each citizen dresses in the color of their security clearance), a month’s worth of REDdiMeals (cement consistent blocks of nutrition), and all the approved happiness drugs you want. Equipment assigned to you as part of the Troubleshooters squad include one laser pistol body, minus the barrel (the barrel will be provided when you are sent on a mission), one suit of red reflec armor overalls in (more or less) your size, a series 1300 Personal Digital Companion (PDC) that you can use to make phone calls, send texts or document any still or video pictures of any treasonous behavior you might happen to point it at and a Mercantile Enterprise (ME) card that contains your wages and identity information.

Morning

At 0700 you are to report to the RED clearance cafeteria for a not-so-delicious meal of soylent red. Soylent comes in all colors of clearance and is a nutritious, though terrible tasting, wafer made of “high-energy plankton”. (Though, of course, the only body of water known to Alpha Complex is the plain water reservoir and the river used to cool the power plants in the Power Sector…)

At 0800 you will meet with the rest of the Complex’s Troubleshooters for briefing and assignments. As a special you might find yourself being singled out for resentful dirty looks and trash talking from the other Troubleshooters, who have all reached this position after spending years as the Complex’s lowest caste, the INFRAREDs. Discontent is normally high, but today it is positively murderous at the introduction of clones who managed to skip years of internal servitude and manual labor to get to RED clearance..

A briefing officer in GREEN will make assignments, share gathered intel and provide laser pistol barrels as needed.

Assignments:

Bucky Barnes and Parker
- You two have been selected to be the stars of the Complex’s hit new reality show, Trouble Survivor. The last contestants were blown up in an accidental explosion in the R&D Sector while filming. This is a temporary assignment, but if you survive the day and the ratings, there could be a permanent spot for you in the Mind Control (MC) Fall line-up. You’ll each be assigned a remote surveillance drone that will follow you throughout your exciting first day as a Troubleshooter. MC will provide excitement where there is none, with spontaneous explosions, vehicle chases and paid traitor actors who have been provided with real weapons. Good Luck!

All Other Troubleshooters
- You are to report to your Service Firm positions for the day, until called on for Troubleshooter duty.

Intel:

The Free Enterprise secret society is trying to push a stolen shipment of PDCs in the Wagon Wheel.
There have been reports of Nameless members who are erasing Mutant Registration entries for a price.
The fire alarms have been compromised and may go off without warning.

Afternoon

Troubleshooter Assignment: At approximately 1400 Abbie Mills and Ray Palmer will be dispatched to assist in a hostage situation in the Technical Services Section. A citizen with suspected ties to the Mystics, a secret society, is holding four staff members of the Pharmaceutical Distribution Center hostage with what appears to be a bomb strapped to his body. He is demanding a lifetime supply of Dynomorphen, a discontinued medication that has been associated with irresponsible feelings of euphoria, enhanced strength and excessive hair growth. He also wants a guaranteed safety exit to the surface of the Earth.

Evening
The evening is uneventful in Alpha Complex. Televid viewers will vote on the popularity of any remaining Trouble Survivor contestants by PDC. The Art Gallery will open it’s doors on an exhibit that displays ancient artwork of that long extinct animal, the cat. A flash hate rally against mutants will be held in the Commissary at 1900 hours before being dispersed by nearby Troubleshooters. And anyone within the sleeping quarters of the Wagon Wheel will be hit by the cloud of sleep aid gas expelled from the vents at 2100 hours. Sweet dreams, Alpha Complex.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You are welcome to play out missions from any point (beginning, middle, end) but are not required to. You will, however need to provide information on the debriefing post below once you've determined with the other players involved how the mission played out. You can indicate if the mission is complete (finished), pending investigation (still being discussed occly), or in progress (currently being threaded out.) You are encouraged to approach other characters for assistance with missions whenever possible, as almost every sector has a playable character. They may be able to provide you with valuable information from their roles within Alpha Complex or assistance in tracking down a traitor. You'll soon find out that the more avenues you have through the bureaucratic nightmare that Alpha Complex is, the better.

Reward and punishment will be determined by the outcome of your missions, though they may depend entirely on the current processing power of The Computer at the time and classified information not available to you. In other words, everything is never as it seems, so be prepared for anything.

Please debrief The Computer and your Briefing Officer on your mission using the form below.

Edited 2015-11-01 01:48 (UTC)

Mission Status: Complete
Troubleshooters: Abbie Mills, Ray Palmer
Mission outcome: Success-- hostages released and traitor detained. Ray Palmer convinced traitor that a Troubleshooter was a better hostage than the group of Pharma workers. Abbie Mills used her expertise in negotiations as a police officer to talk the traitor down. Ray Palmer defused and dismantled the bomb and turned in (most!) of its parts, retaining negligible hardware for his own personal stash.
Alpha Complex Damage: None
Traitorous Casualties: None
Citizen Casualties: Emotional trauma
Intel gained: None by Ray -- Abbie could have potentially gotten something out of the traitor after taking him in.

Edited 2015-11-11 19:36 (UTC)

Abbie and Ray are commended for the handling of the hostage situation. Their commanding officers note their file and tell them that they are off to a good start within the Complex. The Pharma workers are eternally grateful and approach Ray in the cafeteria the next day with the offer to get him any kind of drug manufactured within Alpha Complex at any time. No questions asked.

Mission Status: Complete (Below the Steve-Bucky thread)
Troubleshooters Bucky Barnes, Parker
Mission outcome: Several drones blinded/leashed. One destroyed by Bucky and Traitor-Actor 1. Traitor-Actor 1 defeated, Actor-Traitor-Traitor-Actor 2 captured for interrogation by Parker (and Bucky) before being handed over to higher officials
Alpha Complex Damage: 1 drone destroyed, several vents likely infiltrated, minor explosion damage within Commissary to one floor of a building, destruction of at least four chairs (skinned for material)
Traitorous Casualties: None
Citizen Casualties: 0, aside from the drone
Intel gained: Exposure of Traitor-Actor as an actual Traitor

Edited 2015-11-22 18:17 (UTC)

As if day one had not run Bucky through enough of a loop. He had spent his first twenty four hours reeling from everything he had been exposed to. The scientists had provided him with a 'new' arm. A prosthetic that Bucky had never seen the likes of before, and that he wasn't sure he wanted to touch. It looked like something Stark would cook up and as much as he could respect some of the man's designs, they all had a certain percentage of a chance of blowing up in someone's face.

He really had been filled with far too much information to focus on how he had arrived at the facility, or the reason for needing a new arm at all. His memories were still piecing back together, bit by bit, and there were sections that were missing, like the gaps in his time in the Hydra base. There but not there, and perhaps a blessing in disguise to have out of place. He remembered the cold air rushing around him as they sped down the tracks, and the sound of straining and scraping metal as he had tried to reach for Steve's hand but beyond that hurt to think about.

The next clearest memory was the lab, and the scientists explaining to him who he was and what was expected of him. In some ways it was familiar. Orders, schedules, ranks and clearances. It was just a brighter, shinier segment of his time in the 107th. And for a while he let himself focus on that and nothing else.

The red jumpsuit was a terrible color on him, nd made him feel like he had dressed up in Steve's tights. The PDC was a mystery he didn't touch and the food was... well the food was nearly on par with Army rations. Much of the day was spent staring at his 'new' arm, not attached because Bucky didn't trust it, and slightly lost in a haze of just a bit of that Happy drug they had given him. For the pain, he told himself, despite feeling none of it.

He reached for it again in the morning. He almost left it but the action reminded him of the arm that was no longer a part of him, and he took another dose, got dressed and followed orders right to the 'mess hall'. Routine was something to keep his mind on, and the briefing that followed felt like a familiar friend to focus on, at least until the contents of it left him mystified.

It took some time to process, especially with the interference of the drug, but at least it kept him from starting an all out fist on fists fight with some of the other Reds and Troubleshooters in the middle of it all. The looks they were giving him would have been enough any other time.

His first hour as a Trouble Survivor was not overly eventful. He had tried to make sense of his assignment and the world around him while exploring the commissary. The drone following him was an uncomfortable reminder of how unfamiliar everything was, and he attempted to lose it a few times to no avail. Occasionally he stopped to touch things or try his hand at conversation with the not overly friendly cohabitants. Nothing he tried ended up being successful, but at least that hour had been explosion and assassination-attempt free.

That was part of the problem for both Bucky and the viewers. It left his mind too open to focus on what was happening, and what had happened. It was only after that first hour that it occurred to him what could be wrong with all of this. Red. The Nazis and Hydra were bad enough, he didn't need to be trapped with the Communists. Was that what this was? Had the Soviets scooped him up from wherever he had fallen.

Fallen. The fall from the train flashed through his mind so violently it gave him vertigo. He needed answers, but finding a place to start seemed like a mountain to climb. He was still in the Commissary, and he had to take a seat to collect himself. The looks from the other people wandering about hadn't stopped, and likely were not aided by the fact that one of Bucky's sleeves hung empty at his side. The fact that he had tucked the wrist into his pocket and tried to keep it trapped there did nothing to create an illusion of an arm, but he wasn't ready to trust the 'new' arm still back in his room.

His mind was a series of visual and word triggers that sent signals racing through his mind and nerves as the latest dose of HappiTime began to wore off. He had not brought any with him, and as time progressed, he was drawn further and further back into the mind of the wartime soldier on edge. If left to his own devices, it wouldn't be long before he gave viewers something to watch, even if that something was not exactly what was expected of him as per his assignment.

At 0800, Steve had spotted a man who looked extremely like Bucky from across the room. A few minutes later, when the GREEN officer called out "Bucky Barnes" for an assignment, Steve had no more doubts that his best friend was here. What he still didn't know, was how much Bucky remembered. The Winter Soldier he'd become familiar with would have never showed up for duty to begin with.

So he made no contact — not wanting to give anything away about their familiarity with one another in public — but when it was announced that Bucky's assignment would involve a constant drone at his heels, Steve had to improvise.

His own assignment was in the Very Special Forces, which on day one, seemed to involve extensive training in protocols. At 0930, he had an opening to leave the training room for five minutes and Steve was immediately out the door. Finding Bucky turned out to be much less difficult than anticipated. The reality show was broadcasting clips from his point of view constantly.

The plan was simple. Pass Bucky, make eye contact, and shake his head to indicate no verbal communication. He needed to know if Bucky recognized him and what type of mental state he was in. There were some risk involved. If Bucky only remembered him as a target to kill on sight, there would be trouble for both of them. But that was a risk he was going to have to take.

He could hear the buzzing of the drone from around the corner. Go time.

Courtesy of the HappiTime in his system in the morning, Bucky had missed out on noticing Steve in the briefing, or at breakfast. He had been in his own little daze, and as annoying as the dulling of his senses was, it had seemed like a good idea in the morning after a long night of fitful, nightmare filled sleep.

Now his head was mostly clear, and the events of the day were starting to piece together. He knew what his 'mission' was, but he didn't fully understand it. The drone was an annoying and constant companion he couldn't shake, and the majority of people he came across were both unfamiliar and unfriendly.

Luckily his mind had already shifted gears by 0930. He was on alert and suspicious. A bit of paranoia had gotten to his head from the fading drug mixing with his military training, and it had put him into the mindset that he should be questioning exactly who he was supposed to be working for now.

He made eye contact with Steve when their paths crossed and Bucky faltered in step just slightly. Steve's face was the one face he had needed to see, and the fact that the man was there with him changed things. But Bucky wasn't a fool. They had been working together in the Howling Commandos for long enough that he could tell the cut of Steve's expression and posture as a familiar one from their silent communications raiding Hydra bases. The headshake was all the communication Steve needed to get his point across, and as badly as Bucky wanted to question his friend on what was going on and what had happened on the train, he refrained.

He stopped to rifle through his pockets as though he thought he had misplaced something, trying to turn his back to the drone. He pulled out the PDC, largely useless in his hands but he saw so many people messing with them that it seemed a good cover. He gave Steve a nod in response while staring at the PDC, as if he were acknowledging it instead. Then he straightened up and glanced around, anywhere but directly at the other soldier but keeping the man in his peripherals.

His fingers twitched around the PDC and he fought the urge to try to take the drone out. That would just draw attention even more firmly on him. They needed to arrange some way to meet or communicate, but for the moment there were eyes on Bucky everywhere he went and he couldn't shake it.

At the very least, the visible recognition and relief in their brief eye contact should have been enough to tell Steve what Bucky couldn't even know the man needed to know. Steve was not a target.

Daycycle 1

[November 1-3]

Daycycle 1: Debriefing

hostage situation in technical services

no subject

Trouble Survivor

Around 0900-1000 hours into Daycycle 1 with Bucky Barnes [Open]

no subject

no subject

Parker

no subject

no subject

no subject

Hardison [for Parker and Open]

Re: Hardison [for Parker and Open]

no subject

Re: Hardison [for Parker and Open]

no subject

Natt Farrell | Open

Re: Natt Farrell | Open

Re: Natt Farrell | Open

Natasha Romanoff | Open

Afternoon

Morning

Dick Grayson | Open

no subject