Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

Captain Groot, Captain of the Space pirate ship I am GROOT looked around him, his hands on his hips. His ship had been on their way to Kashyyyk to meet with Fist Mate Chewbacca of the Millinum Falcon and it's captain, notorious smuggler Han Solo who had some contraband that they wanted to sell to them. The passage was going smoothly until they stumbled into a trap set by the notorious Admiral of the Fleet Bill Adama who was determined to capture and eradicate all Pirates from the space surrounding the Twelve Colonies.

"I AM GROOT!" he bellowed at the crew of his ship. First Office Rocket swerved sharply to avoid the fire coming from Galactica, taking them into a spinning dive.

Quill was the last one to arrive at his station, grumbling as he did so. I AM GROOT. i AM GROOT">.

"Yes Captain Groot," Gamora said readying the weapons to fire on the aft side of the ship, if necessary while her sister Nebula did the same on the port side.

At this point I believe I would rather still be in prison rather than continuing this journey through space.

YOU'RE WELCOME!

NOBODY SPOIL DEADPOOL 2 FOR ME.

I WON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO ME UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND.

Or until whenever the next Spider-Man movie comes out, if you ask Celine Dion. And Val's mom.

WHO MIGHT ALSO BE CELINE DION.

What do you think is the weirdest hill you are willing to die on?

Like. Miracle Whip is better than Mayonnaise, or Leonardo was the worst Ninja Turtle, or the fact that there is no ethical consumption under capitalism.

What's yours?

I put stickers on the new machine to make it prettier.

[Kira just accidentally made the weather switch to a blizzard. You're welcome!]

I want my papa NOW

[Hank McCoy]

I gotta talk to you.

[Trash Pandas + Pizza Dogs]

We got a problem.

I never thought I'd be wrapping Christmas presents this year. Last Christmas was supposed to be just that.

[Laura]

Whadda ya want for Christmas?

This is not much different than what I am used to in the winter. I've been living in New York for quite some time. Upstate, but we take frequent visits to the city.

This is not so bad.

I thought you all were supposed to be heroes!!

Edit: [Romeo Scientist]
:( Ms. Ma'am lady sir?

[Squad Seven]

We have 590 points available to send something to Emma. We should decide what would aid her best.

I guess this is an upgrade? Maybe?

Um I'm Jessica.

Not that I'm complaining, but I think they slipped somethin in that blood bag I got in the cage. Does that happen to everyone?

This place is real trippy, and the movie they got goin on all the TV's ain't helping.

Edit

Filtered to Squad 7

They assigned me this number so I guess this is me introducing myself?

So since I got totally robbed from my debut as an Avenger AND we're missing out on the Disco King (were we getting a David Bowie cameo?) I'm opening up bets to the floor. Pass me your dollars and make some awesome cash off our buddies doing some cool gladiator stuff.

And if you're worried about people judging you or whatever, I'm keeping the books private and you can slip me cash under the table.

Betting Odds:
For the winner- These odds will be updated daily to reflect current standings! Get your bets in early for the best payout rates.
For first to kill, first death, number of day 1 deaths, and most kills*- Bets available first day only! (*Most kills will be for the entire Hunger Games, but you have to lock it in before it starts)

The lunches on these training days are fantastic. Don't feel like doin' much after'em though.

[Charles Xavier]

You know what worries me most about all this?

[Laura]

I need to talk to you about something.

[Scott Summers]

How old are ya?

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.

Okay, but seriously, this place is freaking me out a little. Not as much as aliens coming at me with sticks and stuff, but definitely more than drunk Thor screaming at the sky about how hammered he was.

Charles, I believe I found your children out in the field.