Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

I honestly expected to be dead by now. It's a bit disappointing. But I did my good deed for the scenario, helping a boy get back to his parents. Oh, the irony.

[Old Man]

He reminded me of me.

How're you doing?

Well, that's disturbing.

[Phasma and Jasper]

I have a clue: Dameron disappeared from The Bar. Come check it out with me?

[Star Wars Specimens]

Were any of you with Dameron last night?

Really? Really?

REALLY?

I've survived two serial killers and a psycho mass-murdering stalker only to end up in a real-life game of CLUE? It's official, God is dead.

And I need a drink. Several drinks. In succession. Shots. Tequila.

In the interest of transparency, Mike has provided his block a list that includes all of the circus tasks distributed to everyone and who completed, attempted or failed their task.

[Hank McCoy, Jean Grey (Romeo), Logan, Kitty Pryde]

I think the key to solving this quickly and efficiently is by ensuring that we all have the information needed to do so. Every individual brings new insight into events such as these and can see scenarios differently, allowing for the puzzle of who the apparent murderer will be to be solved.

I would like for us to share what we each learn. I believe there is at least one member from each block included in this filter.

It turns out, even with my powers temporarily removed, I'm still an excellent thief. Wonder where I got that from?

[Hux]

Did you know that Phasma is... fraternizing with Krennic?

I did not get a single goddamn bit of sleep last night.

[REBELS]

I know recent news has changed a lot of things, but despite that, we still need to stick together in order to maintain our supply of resources. The last two days, I've been scouting the area on my own and I've got some good leads but I know better than to go in by myself.

Rey has already offered to go with me, but I'd at least like a third or to put together teams of two to go out with me in subsequent days. If anyone's up for digging through rubble and abandoned buildings and potentially fighting off less than savory sorts, let me know.

[Kylo Ren]

Your Lieutenant is loud. And vocal. And swears a considerable amount more than I'd have expected. But damn those legs.

Did you know she and Director Krennic were..?

[HOTEL BLOCK]

Alright, here's the thing.

Apparently, we're all playing a very elaborate game of CLUE and for some insane reason the scientists have selected me as your representative I can only assume it's because Big H likes me the best. So say hello to Colonel Mustard.

What this means is, we've gathered - the other representatives and I - is that there is a killer somewhere in this hotel. One of the general population. Whether the murders are real or not, we don't know yet because none of them have happened but I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that they're just going to disappear us one by one and leave behind clues for us to solve.

The thing is, only one block can win this and the block wins as a whole. So we need to work together. Which was exactly what I was talking about before, for those of you who were involved in that disaster of a conversation. Which, full disclosure, was my task at the circus so I'm sorry about that. But it all came from a completely genuine place, at the same time. Because my boss says I'm the worst liar he's ever met.

Anyway. If one of you has been tapped to be the killer, you need to tell me so I can protect you because the other blocks are going to be trying to find out who you are and we need them not to. Because we need them not to win. And if our game turns from deduction to sabotage, then it needs to turn that way now - because while November and Echo might be smart, sabotage is what we do.

That's it. Let me know if you need anything or find anything.

You know, this whole 'turning off the Force' thing is getting really fucking tedious.

Edit (half an hour later): I think I'm starting to develop a kink for powerful redheads.

Edit (an hour later): Also, I'd like to point out some hypocrisy. I dismember someone who attacked me and the pitchforks come out. But an Avenger tortures me in the middle of a hotel lobby and no one bats an eye. Yeah, this fairness and equality thing is really going well.

Who: James Holden and others.
What: Fight Club.
Where: The courtyard.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Warnings: Violence, injury.

( This is my fight song. )

Fight club can't come fast enough.

[Hux]

Let's get drunk.

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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Who: Kylo Ren and Bail Organa.
What: Reading, talking. Bonding?
Where: The library.
When: Mid-morning
Warnings: None.

( What book have you chosen for me? )

Thank goodness - the stars, the Force, goodness, god, we have so many empty things we thank - for this respite. I haven't had this much time to think in at least ten years. I'm remembering what I used to like about it. (I recommend you try it, if - as most people here, everywhere - you haven't already.) I've so rarely had the luxury of looking at questions in the abstract - questions with implications in concrete minutiae, as all questions are, but which can be grasped in a more holistic fashion without the misleading loose wires of specific detail. When you run a ship, a fleet, life is one giant tangle of wire ends, constantly smoking, never very far from going straight up into flames.

The nexus between signifier and signified - speech and truth - has revealed itself as being of more importance than I'd had time to realize. Purity in language (its concrete application) is a goal that ought to have been far, far more important to me at home than ever it was. I valued precision and rectitude in so many other things, and let it slip in this one, perhaps the most important: a communication of ideals.

I could use another year or five to get to the core of it, but in the meantime, my basic thesis can be glimpsed by comparing these two propositions from the Han Feizi, a work that really should stand as a monument to beginning with the finest materials and using them to build a heap of scrap:

When names and results match, the ruler need do nothing more and the true aspect of all things will be revealed. … When names are correct, things stay in place; when names are twisted, things shift about.

Yes.

Therefore the enlightened ruler … waits, empty and still, letting names de­fine themselves and affairs reach their own settlement. … When you perceive the trend of a man's words, do not change them, do not correct them, but examine them and compare them with the results.

My goodness, no.

I fought Gambit and survived. Anyone else want a go at me?

I've made a list of things that would be more entertaining than sitting in the library with Hux all day reading about Earth philosophy while he works on his project.

It reads as follows:

1. Organize a fight club
   
2. Maintain semi-regular appointments with Lord Ren
   
3. Listen to Dir. Krennic wax on about "good old days"
   
4. Take up gardening
   
5. Make adjustments to horrendous wardrobe
   
6. Rewrite entire catalogue of conditioning techniques from memory
   
7. Properly organize this library
   
8. Follow Dameron around for an entire day just to make him paranoid
   
9. Invintory of all soldiers currently on site
   
10. Explore alternative methods of unarmed combat
    
11. Find every locked door in facility and make it unlocked
    
12. Assess current state of personal conditioning
    
13. Build a new gun

Well this sure as hell isn't the Gokishichidō prefecture.

Anyone know whenabouts we are?

Who: Kylo Ren and Gambit.
What: Fighting.
When: After this
Where: Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Warnings: Violence.

( Kylo was bored. )

I don't know how I passed but I passed!

And I have a stomachache.

It's sort of incredible what a few days of quality sleep and decent meals can do to put a man's head right again. I'm not sure I even realized how exhausted I was, but it was one thing to the next to the next with no time to pause in-between. Running on fumes.

Reminds me of the old days of long-haul jobs when autonav was still unreliable as shit and you had to either have a droid to work the controls or sit at the panel for five days straight and watch for errant debris fields yourself. Slamming out of hyperdrive into an asteroid field that was absolutely not there the last time you ran this route is disorienting on a good day, but it's nightmarish on day four of sleep deprivation when you're not even entirely certain it's real anymore.

And that's reason #216 why you hire Wookies.

[Carol Danvers]

I saw your posting. I'm on my way back up to the compound now - you want me to bring you anything? I thought maybe we could take a look around this place together if you were up for it. Either way, I'm going to scope it out and get the lay of the land a bit, but it couldn't hurt to have my copilot.

[Kylo Ren]

I've been working on those meditation exercises while I've been out here. Wouldn't you know it, but it's not actually that hard for me to think of absolutely nothing. Go on, make your jokes, I'll give you time.

I quit smoking because of Dani but Dani's not here, now is she?