Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

[Charles Xavier]

I need you to do something for me.

[Max Eisenhardt]

Might I trouble you for a few hours of your time today?

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.

I guess I should be grateful I don't have reflective strips on this gear, so I'm not full traffic cone.

I'm thinking of booking time at the spa if anyone would like to join me? There is nothing quite like a good pampering.

( Wittgenstein Training: Day 2. )

I've very pleased to see my suggestion for a better educational space was taken to heart.


[Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Max Eisenhardt]

Congratulations on your positions.

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.

This whole pokemon thing is more fun than I thought it'd be.

[Group 7 - Jean Grey (616), Logan, Laura, Wade Wilson, Cable, Hope, Hank, Emma Frost, Obadiah Stane, Rogue (TAS)]

Guess I should ask who is interested in being a representative here or a juror.

Back in Canada, I used to always vote for the Rhinoceros Party. I'm prepared to take this council bullshit about as seriously. So Wade, ya got my vote.

I think I'm getting used to the ladybugs. They add a certain amount of life to the place.

[Orpheus]

Put down your lyre. I know the constitution is important, but let it rest one night or you'll start muttering in your sleep about amendments.

When babies come, do you think they will go back home? Babies should not be experimented on. I bought them things, but I do not think it is enough.

Are all the children accounted for? Will they, or their guardians let me know?

I don't do well in the sun. I burn like mad.

While looking for clues to the mysterious pregnancy test (I HATE DROPPED PLOT POINTS) I got arrested by the London Police in a daring not-so-high speed chase. You'll just have to catch it in a tie-in issue. No spoilers please!

Whew so who did it? Or did somebody get mad at the end and knock the game off the table? That's usually how games go. Usually it's me doing the knocking.

Whatever, who wants to play lawn darts? I don't know the rules but I like throwing pointy objects at targets so we'll go from there.

Who wants a drink?

[Orpheus]

Would a Dr. Hank McCoy please report to the kitchen.

[Ron Swanson + Tony Stark(616)]

Thank you both.

I formally retire from this investigation.

If you need me, talk to somebody else.

I'll be the first to admit that my last thought was not so great and the one that came after that was great but it failed regardless but I had a lot of time to think today while I was staring at Maria's frankly damn impressive clue board and a strange idea hit me.

In the game CLUE, the board game, who are the suspects? It's not the bodies, it's the named characters - Miss Scarlett, Colonel Mustard, Mrs. White, Mr. Green (or Reverend Green in Cluedo), Mrs. Peacock, and Professor Plum. [EDIT] And now Dr. Orchid (or Dr. Pink in our case).

Plum has already been cleared, but it might not be a bad idea if no other suspects are being detained, for the principles to detain themselves for a night as well. Just to mark another dumbass theory off the board. Cause right now the hamster is still moving but I'm getting nowhere.

[EDIT 2] Barring any better detainment options, the current schedule for block lead self-surrender is as follows, in order from left-to-right and top-to-bottom:

Miss Scarlett - Mrs. White
Mr. Green - Dr. Pink
Mrs. Peacock - Colonel Mustard

Right.

It's miserable in this hotel. I think the moment Steve Rogers is detained is the moment we all need to admit we have no idea what's going on and, likely? We aren't going to solve it.

I'm going -- I don't know where I'm going. Out. I am getting out of here. As I can barely walk, would someone be so kind as to help me get the hell out of dodge? I'm finished.