Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

( Wittgenstein Training: Day 1. )

[Armitage Hux]

How has an actual democratic process been treating you, General?

CLINT BARTON 616:

I'm coming over.

SHARON CARTER 616:

How are you coping?

TONY STARK 616:

Still enamored with our Pope?

[Andrew Dussolier, Laura Moon, Daenerys Targaryen, Phryne Fisher, Margaery Tyrell, Lenny Belardo, Regina Mills, Vex'ahalia de Rolo, Gretel, Robin Hood]

Decisions, decisions, decisions. I think it's time to make some.

Council
- Regina Mills

Jury
- Margaery Tyrell

Put your names down. Vote if they're contested.

We just read about human rights and ethical experimentation in AP Psychology.

Which makes this feel even more like a bad dream.

If I don’t wake up soon, then I hope there’s a Christina Maslach to stop this experiment too.

And I hope no one feels the need to play their assigned roles.

So, for those of you opting into this sudden push for training, what is in the little hamster wheel they've set up for you this time and is it really time better spent than that over a cup of coffee?

[Hope Summers, Carol Danvers, Alex Danvers, Johanna Mason, Maria Hill, Bruce Wayne (G), Jasper Sitwell, Marian Pouncy, Amos Burton, Audrey Jensen, Sam Winchester, Mon Mothma]

With the addition of the new training facility and its experts, I completely understand if some - or all - of you would prefer to train there rather than with me. However, I have the assurances needed both from the Constitution and from the scientists that my training can continue as planned and I've found a suitable location. If you're still interested, let me know and let me know your availability, and I will set a schedule.

I was less than clear previously about exactly what my training would entail. There was a reason for that. I didn't yet know what the finalized version of the Constitution would allow.

I'll be training in small (blunted, for our purposes) weapons, staffs, spears, grappling, and basic all-purpose hand-to-hand combat. For some of the smaller, agiler among you, I can also teach you some stealth tactics. The facility has everything else covered, but we may at some point get into building improvised weapons out of both natural and mechanical elements if I can first grant some assurances of the group's safety and responsibility. But that's an endeavor for later, if at all.

Again, it's completely up to you, and I won't take any offense if you chose to train with the facility's experts. I'm certainly going to be making use of their presence as well.

Alright, Lucy. Breathe.

Greetings. I am the Director Lucretia. I don't believe anyone else who I may know is here, and that concerns me, given the work I was pulled away from. If they fail I'll know about it, though Given that there does not appear to be much that I can do to return home, I think that it would be best to find some way to put myself to work in this world. I have knowledge to share and stories to tell. I know several languages, primarily Common, Elvish, and Dwarvish, though my Mongoose is still fairly good. You just can't forget Mongoose once you learn it. Without a Voidfish, anyway. That was a poor joke. None of you would get it anyway If nothing else, I am a listening ear. I just would like something to do.

In exchange, I would like to ask some information of my own, to supplement what I've been told already. I don't quite understand much of what is being asked of me, and I prefer to know everything that I can know.

In case you were wondering, the hood of a parka is perfect for transporting a Bonehead. Not sure about other Pokemon, gonna have to test that. But Bonehead's a perfect fit.

And to spice things up a little, I've come up with a game. It's called "I hid a whoopie cushion somewhere". Be careful where you sit. This will be your only warning, but always assume I'm playing it.

Who: Audrey Jensen, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper
What: One very awkward Welcome Wagon
When: Immediately after this, sometime Tuesday afternoon.
Where: November, Room 324
Warnings: Teens, handling teenage issues, in an appropriately teenage manner; language, so much awkward, but pretty mild.

( We're about to have company... )