Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

Security Team Members

We should discuss this team and how we're working together. Also, what precisely we believe we're keeping us secure from.

Howard

Are you still around?

Neither myself nor Miss Cat will be held responsible if any of those birds go missing.

There's a question I've been pondering as of late. And this place -- divorced from reality as it may be -- has added to my wondering:

What are the circumstances under which it is acceptable to lie?

I feel like we could all use a moral boost that doesn't involve throwing axes at targets while we picture the scientists' faces, you know?

[Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, Sam Wilson [...] Bucky Barnes (MCU)]

I think [...] I think Steve is gone.

[Sharon Carter (616)]

Hey.

[Poe Dameron]

Was that you I saw on the floor this morning?

Red is an excellent color, don't you think?



For lipstick, of course. I have a delectable shade available through the Avon catalog, so please let me know if any of you would like to place an order.

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.

Rooting out communists is nothing short of a witch hunt.

So, with that in mind, who do I talk to about my list of suspects, comprised primarily of people I don't like?

Always good to be back in the 50s.

So when do the HUAC hearings start?

[Filtered to Peggy Carter]

You remember Christmas 1944?

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.

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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)

Has anyone seen chocolate covered raisins in the vending machines ever?

[Margaery Tyrell]

I really liked it better when the only training we had to do was for our pokemon. Are you learning anything interesting?

[Tony Stark (616)]

So is this what happens. You get an engineering lab and no one hears from you ever again?

[Peter Parker (MCU)]

Have you always lived in Queens?

MCU Ladies

While I'm unsure to what purpose we're focusing this much on training and perhaps it ought to concern us, I am glad for the opportunity. If you'd like to take some time in the training facility, I would be glad to work and learn from any of you.

Howard

I'd like to hear about the founding and continuation of SHIELD. Indulge me?

Home, sweet (?) home.

[Squad 4: Bruce Banner, Michelle Jones, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, T'challa, Peter Parker, Jasper Sitwell, Tony Stark (all MCU)]

How do we want to do this?

Council:

• Bruce Banner

Jury:

• Pietro Maximoff

WHO: Peggy Carter & Howard Stark
WHEN: Backdated to before the Pokemon scenario!
WHERE: Facility, on the beach.
SUMMARY: Peggy and Howard enjoy the beach together.
WARNINGS: None.

( Maybe being here’s a blessing in disguise. A chance to do things a little differently. )

If these little bastards are going to hang around out in the driving range, the least they could do is play fetch. I'm not looking to collect weird mammal-botanical hybrid abominations. I'm looking to collect golf balls.

I want to talk about resistance.

We're the ladybirds. Selected from an Amazon of thousands to swarm in this foul rag and bone shop. Locked out, locked in. Changed and coloured.

Probably killed if we're an inconvenience.

Does no one see that?

Zero-g and burn training only marginally prepared me for that shit. But I'm good. I got out of it. So, of course, I'm going back into it.

I need at least one two strong enough ropes to use as a tether line, a good anchor, and maybe one or two volunteers with lower body strength who aren't afraid to put their back into it.

If anyone is still out in this and can do so, let me know where you are.