Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

CLUE PLAYERS:

I heard that Rogue disappeared on the streets of London.

ECHO BLOCK:

Any of you guys want to help me scour the streets of London for some insight into Rogue's disappearance? I heard that she was last seen there.

Anyone from Hotel (not you, Ren) hungry and want half a tin of spam?

[Johanna]

If I die, you inherit my Amos responsibilities, just so you know.

This is a lot more red than I'm used to wearing.

Name's Dean, and I just got out of my cage.

[Amos]

Colonel Mustard, I presume?

ECHO BLOCK:

Heads up, guys. We got an ominous message from Mike last night. Some of you may have guests from the costuming but there's a few of us in each group that have been selected as — I guess avatars is the best way to put it — for our group.

We're in a World War II era version of Clue. I'm Mrs. Peacock, which is why I have the powder blue outfit and the hat.

There were implications of what's to come, and if you know anything about the game Clue, you know that there are murders that take place, and we have to discover who did it. I don't know when this is happening or what they actually plan to do.

I recommend though that we don't go anywhere alone, and if you hear anything suspicious, I would ask that you let the rest of the group know. We're all smart individuals. I think together, we'll be able to figure this out.

It's weird, I learned about WWII from my parents when I was a kid, learned the battles, the body counts, learned all about the Blitz. But it never really seemed real. It was, of course, a good four hundred years past, and our conflicts are a bit larger in scale between Earth, Mars, and the Belt, but there's a difference between reading statistics off a page and feeling the ground shake under your feet when a bomb hits the next block over. I didn't not respect the men and women who lived through this or died fighting, not before this, but I have a greater appreciation for what they went through now, and I've only been clearing rubble for about eight hours now.

I did earn an extra milk ticket from a man who was glad for the help, if anyone from Hotel would like it, particularly the children.

[Amos]

Did you find anything interesting?

This place is kind of beautiful.

I know it must be hard for people who have to live this way all the time - and I know it isn't real, but there have been places like this, and people who either had no choice but to stay, or who made that sacrifice - but the way a city or a world can come together in the face of constant assault should be an inspiration to absolutely everyone. When the sky's raining fire, you help each other, no matter what the rules are, no matter what your qualms with one another may have been the day before. It's the kind of proof that makes you realize law and power and all that other stuff are only superficial layers we put on top of things to make it look like we're in control.

But we're not, not here, and not anywhere else. There are things that will always stay the same, and you can't reshape those, and - you shouldn't want to. Because when it comes down to times that matter, those things always show through, and they're amazing.

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

( This is my fight song. )

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.

I guess three nights without any weird dreams isn't too bad. That's a streak for me, probably the longest I've ever had. And last night wasn't bad at all, just a little surreal.

Had a Belter guy try to explain dreams to me once, I'm pretty sure he was drunk. I'm pretty sure we both were. But the chemicals, you know, and there was something about frogs and a bunch of weirdos who lived on an old movie set in the middle of the desert and killed some people or something. Shit if I remember. We were trashed. It was a weird conversation. Actually, I'm not sure if that conversation wasn't actually a dream too. Now that I think about it-

I need something to do. I need something to fix. My hands are starting to get anxious, which is making the rest of me anxious and I know from a lot of experience that this can only lead to trouble.

I was told I should introduce myself.

Hi, I'm York. I enjoy long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners. I'll be residing in Cell Block H, Hotel, with my new best friend Amos (Hello, by the way). I've had all of this explained to me by the nice lady scientist, but I'm still trying to come to grips with it. I can't say I appreciate the chain gang threads, but I suppose it's fitting, considering I'll be living in a cell.

At least that lovely yellow-orange color suits my complexion.

Ow, my head. Playing drinking games with the moonshine was a fun, yet so horribly bad, idea.

[Amos]

We going to talk about it?

A question, for those of you willing to answer. Please do not feel obligated by any means.

Disregarding for a moment that we are merely specimens being used in experimentations and supposing simply that we are in a different place and time from the lives we had been living and would continue to live -

Do you find yourself satisfied that you are here and not continuing in the life you came from, or would you prefer to return to where and when you came from?

Leia

Are you all right? Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do for you right now?

There is not much available for me in this reward, but Sparky dog has enjoyed playing with the bulldogs. It is good for a dog to socialize.

Are we without tasks or assignments now? I am bored.

So Lake Stew.

On a scale of McDonald's to Olive Garden, how bad is it?

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

I still don't get how I failed my thing, when I didn't even get a goal. It was just a bunch of words of warning that made no sense.

Anyone else just get a vague sense of foreboding instead of an actual goal for that one? Not that I want a bunch of candy, or like a unicorn to come and murder me but it's the principle of the thing.

Of all the things I occasionally miss, or sometimes misplace and worry about for a few minutes, I never thought I'd miss my tool kit. And yet here I am, glad to have it back, digging through it and reorganizing everything that I'd just tossed back in there the last time I had it out, spending time with my stuff.

Not that there's anything to fix around here, so I still feel mostly useless, but at least I've got it just in case I do find something that could be potentially engineered to improvement.

Though I suppose I probably ought to spend more time exploring this place and seeing where everything is, getting to know it better. But I like where I am and I don't mind following Jim around mostly just staying put and watching everyone else. Sort of what I did before anyhow.

I do miss Petra, now that I think about it, but I can see why that didn't show up here, honestly.

[Responsible Jim]

got you a chicken