Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

Hello everyone,

Most of you already know me, but for those of you who don't, my name is Steve Rogers, former US military with the 107th Infantry Regiment, and current director of my workd's global security and intelligence agency known as SHIELD. In Zemo's absence, I have agreed to take control of the circus to make sure our performance exceeds expectations. If anyone needs assistance because they are missing performers, I expect to be notified immediately. When we reach our destination I want to meet with all new performers, as you will also be expected to help with set-up.

[Tony Stark (616)]

It can't be that different than leading the Avengers. Both are circuses.

All right. With all of those unco critters frolicking hither and yon back at the picnic, did anyone liberate a souvenir off one of them? Preferably a bit of unicorn, but I'm not about to discriminate.

Also, if you've spotted any around the grounds, I'm looking for lavender.

Is there anyone experienced in mechanics? I could use some lessons if I wish to participate fully during this time. I have managed to develop some skills so far but there is still a lot that I don't know.

Echo

Is it possible for me to have a pair of pants? If I'm going to be moving around fixing things I think it might be easier to have some than this current outfit.

Being a contortionist is a rough gig, man.

I think my right foot grew back a little smaller than the left one after the last show.

Or maybe my shoes shrank. Do shoes shrink?

Well, I made it through the first night, somehow. It's just good the outfit isn't a tight one...was a little worried, I've always been pretty modest.

That is admittedly a dangerous trick...just hoping things don't change on me too much

It might not be the worst thing we've been through, but I'll be glad when it's over.

[Han]

Nice act...it really does suit you.

Still gotta wonder what our Han's kids would think...and I can just imagine Mara's reaction...

WHO: Mon Mothma + Rowena Ravenclaw.
WHEN: Late-night Wednesday.
WHERE: Outside Car № 10.
WHAT: Nocturnal nattering between roomies.
WARNINGS: Rowena's sordid vocabulary, references to scientifically motivated pixie torment, & too much time spent dwelling on the nature of horse digestion.

( trickiness squared )

I don't wanna do the show no more.

I seem to have hit a small snag.

Any gents who have a pair of long trousers left over from that picnic want to swap out some clothes with me? I can't work with any of this sparkly shit and this short nonsense I had back there isn't going to cut it either.

Trousers have been located, and thank Luck too. That's one problem solved. But there's a fellow here looking for one of those feathery blue hats if any of you ladies have one that you're willing to part with.

You're running the market again, Solo. Some things never change.

Also, mechanics? I heard there were mechanics running around here. We need to have a quick chat, you and me. I need to borrow some of your tools for about an hour. Final touches and all.

Any and all acrobats.

Let's meet as soon as the train stops for assessment. Check in here.

Does anyone here have any experience training animals? Specifically elephants?

A circus. As in Flaminius?

I feel as if I'm missing something. Would anyone care to elaborate on what a 'circus' is?

Horses. Lugh's balls, why did it have to be horses.

THIS IS A TEST