Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

Ok.

I'm dead.

And rotting.

Sharks don't talk, right? So how come I'm pretty sure one just told me to stop yelling at him because he was moving out of my way already. He told me he'd bite me in half and spit me out just to get me to shut up.

Unless I'm just going crazy.

Dudes, I'm thinking about hitting the waves this afternoon. Anyone else up for it?

Can anyone from Earth tell me if Ferrero Rocher chocolates deserve all the good reviews on the site? I have, like, fifty coming at me whenever we get our shipments and I'm hoping they weren't a waste of money.

[Phasma]

I don't need to be able to read your mind to know that you're cross with me. Just your fists.

[Rebels + Liv, Carol, & Holden]
( TW: Alcohol Withdrawal... still )

( TW: Alcohol Withdrawal )

Let's never do that again.

... I need help at room 409


I think I maybe killed Sharon Carter? Something is wrong

I got fired. Me. Fired.

This is what I get for trying to do the right thing, I suppose.

[Bucky (the one who gave him the pep talk; he doesn't remember which one it was)]

This isn't going well.

I didn't know burns were this itchy.

[Clue principals]

In all the excitement I forgot to mention: I saw Bodhi Rook leaving the hotel last night, before the bombing. I think he was with Galen.

[Kitty Norville]

Hey, if I die soon, you'll keep an eye on Amos, yeah?

The Burton kid and I managed to get up to the dispensary and clear it out, so that's safe, but I took a pretty undignified hit on the way down so until I can get something to stabilize my leg, I'm going to need a few more volunteers to help me out on my daily outings. Not to mention we're missing half our crew now, and I'm getting a little sick and fucking tired of the people who are supposed to be handling this investigation sitting on their goddamn thumbs and not handling shit.

So I'm opening this up to folks beyond the Rebels. I'm taking point and I'm vetting the volunteers on this. You follow my orders if you want to help. I know there's a lot of cleanup to do here, but let's not forget that we still have mouths to feed. And if we have enough volunteers, I'll split between my crew and a crew to stay behind here and help move rubble.

I think it is settled. If anyone is injured, there seems to be the most light in the lobby.

If anyone can't handle the stairs. I can.

[Filtered to Liv Moore]

What is it, Hi ho silver?

Well. It looks like I'm gonna die soon.

SO.

Got a list of bars I found on wikipedia that I wrote down on the back of my hand. Heading to the White Room on Shaftesbury Avenue.

Anyone else who wants to get fucked up - or find out what a "seedy west end chorus boy" is (sounds britishy) - is welcome to come.

[Filtered to Hank's Constitutional Congress (Steve Rogers (both), Sharon Carter, Charles Xavier, Jennifer Walters (all 616), Leia Organa, Mon Mothma, & Liv Moore, I think)]

So I realize we're kind of in the middle of drafting so don't have anything firm to base our action off.

But I think in a show of good faith and public interest we should look to have something of a town hall to share what know about survival in this particular era of British history, bomb safety and first aid, discussing food acquisition and preparation and tasks that people may be able to undertake to make our time here more facile and provide for Hotel block who was shorted on rations.

And, it has been pointed out, and this is meant to be kept somewhat close to the chest, that we may be playing a game of Clue with several specimens given roles of Colonel Mustard, Professor Plum, and what have you. That has lead Ian Malcolm, Professor Plum, I suppose to surmise that there will be an attempt at one or more murders. He felt we should emphasize a sort of buddy system so to speak, preferably under a guise of wartime safety, not vigilance against being murdered.

Thoughts on the matter?

There may possibly have been better ways to test if my powers still worked. But it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to LIVE, Harry.

So.

Does anyone know how to reattach a fingertip?

People of the Wittgenstein,

Hopefully many of you may remember the post that Sharon Carter (the elder) made in the aftermath of the Circus riot about our civic responsibilities. In the two weeks since we have been back at the compound, a small group of us have been stationed in the library, working on drafting a document assuring and defining our rights as citizens (not merely specimens) of this Wittgenstein collective.

We affirm, in brief: a right to assembly and self governance, a right to freedom from violence, discrimination or harassment, a right to freedom of speech, a right to property, and a right to freedom from degrading conditions, and an obligation to assuring a minimum standard of care and safety for all who are brought here. We maintain the sanctity of life for all specimens as our highest primary objective.

We propose a representative democracy comprised of a federation of "Districts" comprised of at least five people. This allows everyone's primary points of contact to be largely those with whom they would interact in any case, however, it also creates both a Wittgenstein Council and Jury comprised of elected representatives from each District which can address concerns that face the entire group, see to impartial, empathetic handling of specimen-on-specimen crime.

Finally, while at present we have the capacity to negotiate only amongst ourselves, it is our hope that success in this endeavor may give us some collective bargaining power with our scientists.

In any case, we have drafted a preliminary Constitution based on a variety of national Constitutions as well as drawing heavily from Prisoners' Rights theory, but it is only a preliminary document. We would like to open this up to all specimens for comment, suggestion, and revision in the interest of fairness and to capitalize on the assembled collective political expertise here.

Yours sincerely
Hank McCoy
Sharon Carter
Steve Rogers
Charles Xavier

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Lieutenant Phasma floated the idea of a fight club and since all I've really been doing is reading, laying around in bed, and working out here and there, taking advantage of being under full gravity for the first time in ages, I figured I'd put out an all-call to see if anyone's interested.

Since we've got a variety of abilities here, we're going to need divisions and classes.

• Super-Powered Heavyweight - for those with multiple abilities, energy projection skills, and regenerative healing (or a complete lack for their personal safety). Signed up: Ren, Hope


• Super-Powered Lightweight - for those with one or two abilities and no healing powers. Signed up: Rogue, Melissa


• Normal Heavyweight - for those without abilities but training in hand-to-hand combat. Signed up: Melissa, Johanna, Holden


• Normal Lightweight - for those without abilities and little to no training but who just want to blow off some steam. Signed up: Jo


• Referees - Pietro, Clark

If you're interested, please let me know which division you'd like to fight in. And while Phasma is adept at training recruits and can break up physical fights, I'm also going to need someone with the capability of breaking up powered fights if they go too far. Perhaps a telepath or a very strong telekinetic?

And, of course, if you think it's a stupid idea, feel free to let me know that as well. But I figured we all could use something to stave off the boredom.

If there's anyone who doesn't want their lunch today, I will happily take it off your hands.

I would like to invite anyone who is interested in celebrating the end of the countdown by singing songs and praising Jesus's name to join me near the animals this evening.

Now ordinarily, I wouldn't do this since I'm a woman and I should sit in the pew and do as I'm told, but I'm really feeling the spirit today. I'd like for you to join me.

Since tonight is, I believe, our last night here, and we don't know where we'll be going after this, I'd say we should all get to know one another around the fire tonight. I mean the alternative to some sort of bacchanal is, what, going to our trains and having more dreams? It hardly seems up for debate.

And if anyone needs to say some bizarre things for no discernable reason, I'm sure we'll as a group look the other way.