Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

Well, it's about time, but could you not have released us all minus the headache?

[Graverobber]

I didn't see your creepy ass at the party last night. What's up with that?

I wanted to talk to you.

( Wittgenstein Event: Panem et Circenses. )

I've been trying to work out all day whether this is heaven or hell. I'm still undecided, by the way. If it's heaven, why aren't Bri and Julie and Mom and Dad here and if it's hell - well, I deserve it.

( Wittgenstein Training: Day 11. )

I haven't been spending nearly as much time in these training seminars as maybe I ought to, but I've handled myself in enough situations on enough planets that unless there's something new worth learning, I figure I'll either keep going or my luck will run out.

At this point, the only survival training that might be real useful is parenting classes.

Today's training reminded me of all the things I don't quite understand about this new technology. I'm slowly getting the hang of it though.

I don't understand the obsession with microwaving everything though.

Well the gym clothes are a better color. But what the hell is this watch thing supposed to do?

This has actually been ... really nice, though? I've had a lot of fun. I don't think I'll like leaving. Nobody died or I don't see why experiments should have to involve people getting scared out of their minds or baking in the sun or starving. I don't know what anyone can learn from that sort of thing - for me, I already took a years-long course in being terrified and not having any blasted thing, and I don't think I'll get any more out of taking it ever again. I don't think you can get anything out of it except how to be slightly less terrified and scrounge for whatever you can, and that doesn't make you a better person or give you anything worth having. It just makes you scared and mean.

[ Sam Wilson ]

You think we'll get to keep the shoes? Thanks, anyway - I'm not so good, usually, at being in charge of things. Or. Sort of half in charge of things. ... Working with other people who don't just tell me what to do any leave me alone. Anyway. I had good time. And nothing terrible happened! See?

Just when I was beginning to grow accustomed to this place and its unique nature, we're being shuttled back home again. We wouldn't want anyone to get to comfortable, or give anyone time to fall into a routine, though, would we?

The intervening calm has been both unbearably dull and strangely welcome, however. At least now I know exactly what needs to be done when we return to get back to work as effectively as possible.

Anyone seen a leprechaun around?

[Group 12 - Andrew, Laura Moon, Dorian Gray, Margaery Tyrell, Regina Mills, Vex...whatever, Gretel, Robin Hood]

Opinion poll.

How important is the separation of church and state to all of you?

Ok.

I'm dead.

And rotting.

I have two baby boys. I don't have names, so they will be purple and orange by their clothes, until I think of some.

They are so small. I wish Sarah was here. And Alison and Donnie.

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?

Fuck.

THIS IS A TEST