Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

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[WARNING. WARNING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL--]

SIGNAL CUTS...

( All Men Must Die )

( Valar Morghulis )

[Hank McCoy]

I got another of those "mystery packages". Your place tomorrow morning?

HELLO BEAUTIFUL EYES.

( Do you mind if I party with you? )

[Filtered to Sam Wilson]

Bobby Drake's a Russian.

I have on good authority that mail's disappearing. Sensitive, American business mail.

I'd like to offer a little insight into what happens if you let the Russians win, for those of you who come from places lucky enough to have - I don't know, orcs as enemies, instead. As one late Russian sympathizer once said: Imagine ...

The money you earn working your ass off is absorbed largely by the state, ostensibly to be distributed across the population to ensure a more egalitarian society, but actually to line the pockets of corrupt party leaders who then go off and build castles that make Al Indelicato look like Nancy Meyers in neighboring vassal states. You'll swap out the nice house you're living in now for planned concrete block "communities" of four hundred apartments each, all facing the same empty courtyard - the better to keep an eye on each other. A great way to make a few extra pennies is to report to your local "protection officer" that the old woman whose window you can see into at night just bought a suspiciously nice new shawl.

You can use those extra pennies to go down to the grocery store - if it's your appointed day to go down to the grocery store. When you get there, they won't have anything. That's because the guy in charge of deciding which food goes to which store is in the pocket of that aforementioned party leader, who needs some oranges to decorate the floating fruit trays on his infinity pool in Graftistan. He lets Mr. Grocery Distributor take home an extra pack of lunchmeat to his family every year for his trouble. So you're stuck looking at empty shelves and fighting over the privilege to pay eighty-six dollars for a pack of hot dog buns. (The hot dogs are made of beets, and they are out of stock.)

You'll be cooking whatever you can find in a pressure cooker made in the '30's, because no one has ever come up with anything better. There's no reason to. Any money you make off your innovation will just go right back to Comrade McMansion up there, so why bother? There are no new drugs developed. Technology stagnates. Any incentive to try something new has been completely stifled, and so there is nothing new. Life slugs along at the same grey, miserable status quo forever and ever, and you start to believe it's better that way because it's the same for everyone. Even though it's not. It just looks that way, because the only things allowed on your television are programs that tell you it is. Your television is black and white, and it is a CRT.

There is no remote.

[Hank McCoy]

I gotta talk to you.

Always good to be back in the 50s.

So when do the HUAC hearings start?

Never thought I'd wear an actual poodle skirt.

[Mutants]

Everyone make it here okay?

[Hotel Block]

Y'all doing okay with the new deal?

[Natasha MCU]
Hey, I haven't checked in on how you're doing. I know with all the moving around you've had to do things might be a lot to deal with, but your sentencing required a public apology. Today's the last day in that timeframe. I'm not sure what the consequence is otherwise, but let's just get this over with?

[Council and Jury]
So how are we feeling about that recent submission?

[Squads 6 and 7]

I ain't sure about the rest of ya but I'm real tired of having part of me cut off without my consent. I reckon people don't seem to realize its akin to losing your sight or a limb even when our abilities suddenly ain't there anymore. I don't gotta remind anyone how many kids died when this kinda thing happened back home.

I think we need an amendment that guarantees us our right to having them.

[Filtered to Cosima Niehaus]

As a point of intellectual curiosity. I wonder how much you remember from being Dr. Henry Jekyll

[Hart & Hind Inn]

Did anyone order dozens of glass bottles?

Is anyone else going stir crazy? Because I'm totally going stir crazy. I can't be the only one thinking that a break out would be totally worth the consequences, can I?

I need to see my brother. assuming he hasn't drunk himself to death already over this

[ooc: backdated to before the HG announcement]

[Hank & Rogue]

Be careful, wherever they're sending you.

[ LEIA ]

I've got your dad here with me. I'll do my best to look out for him. We're just penned up inside, right now. It's not bad. I miss you.

[ ALL NEW SELECTEES ]

So. The plan shaping up among the last list of people we had to work with was resistance through passive non-performance. I think it's the only real option we have. There are some of you I wouldn't normally cooperate with, but at this point, I imagine we're all kind of ready to hold our noses. We all have people we want to keep safe. Can we put aside the urge to put the well-being of our personal friends over the common good, which is what got us into this mess in the first place, and make an agreement? None of us benefit from the tribalism and selfishness that got us here. Let's just do this.

( Wittgenstein Training: Day 10. )

( Wittgenstein Training: Day 8. )

I've been feeling something coming since London, but I thought it was just London - all the paranoia and exhaustion everybody was feeling, how everything started to degrade there right at the end. I guess maybe I was just hoping that was all it was.

But now I'm starting to rethink that a little. More than a little. Cause this feeling, it hasn't left. No matter how much I've tried to push it aside or call it something else, it's stuck around. And I think I'm starting to figure out why.

Things are changing. The rules of the game have changed, the lay of the land has changed. I've seen it before and I'll see it again cause it's always the same, every time. Shit gets stirred up, murky, opaque. What happens to us little guys, it doesn't matter - not to the folks doing the stirring.

There aren't any winners or losers in the churn. Everyone loses.