Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

I can't remember Dinosaur World from the last time I was in Tampa with the circus, but it's probably worth a look.

[Bruce Waynex2, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Selina Kyle]
All okay?

I'm not even sure what to say about any of this.

[the Flemings]
How are we all doing?

Do we ever get to see how many points we each contributed? Not that I need another way to prove how superior I am. My jello must have been worth at least 10 on its own, and I am the top selling Tupperware reseller in town.

[Daenerys]
These last 24 hours are crucial to the success of any dinner party, which is why I'm extending my invaluable expertise to you. If you need a second pair of eyes to look over the details to make sure nothing is missing, or any help at all, do not hesitate to ask.

Didn't Russia win the space race the first time around with Gagarin anyway? Shepard made it a month later.

We're in the 50's now, so are we staying here until '61? Or even worse '69 when Armstrong finally takes his one small step?

I don't remember High School being like this the first time

[First Robotics]

So like.
I kind of feel like we might be able to just... build something that'll beat everyone to the moon?

Never thought I'd wear an actual poodle skirt.

[Mutants]

Everyone make it here okay?

[Hotel Block]

Y'all doing okay with the new deal?

[Hotel Block]

So that's it for us.

With Bruce Banner resigning and Sam disappeared, there isn't a single Hotel Block representative on the council.

[Batfam: Bruce, Barbara, Tim]
Anyone else get the feeling this machine to give powers back is a prelude to a scenario that will tax us more than previous ones? Not that they've been easy so far. I'm just wondering if powers are likely to be necessary in the next one.

You're all still here, right?

[Filtered to Hotel Block]

Alright. So we've lost more than a few people. That's gonna make building this device harder than it already was. Maybe that's the point, to dangle something they know we want desperately right in front of our noses--whether that's just the chance for some control over being constantly at their mercy or just the chance to feel fully like we were meant to be again. Maybe this is upping the stakes and trying to make sure we fail. But we're not gonna do that.

So what we're all gonna have to do is pull together and do more work. For us, for everyone here.

For those of you asking what's in it for you, increasing our talents to survive your likelihood of survival. Here we've got shelter, resources, some semblance of leisure time. But that ain't always gonna be the case. We could go anywhere--space, untamed jungles, the arctic, the sewers under ancient Rome, fucking candy mountain for all we know with next to nothing at our disposal. (In fact, given that dickwad who runs us, we'd probably get dropped with a raging case of giardia and a balloon sword for our efforts.)

And while none of us are unskilled, even without powers, I don't think anyone of us say honestly that we could survive alone in every single environment these assholes could throw at us. You help this like you ought and I will personally make sure this block is provided for if we get to one of those harsher worlds. If I don't know an environment which is unlikely, I'm pretty far travelled in the timeline and a couple galaxies, I can damn well find someone who will. You want to survive through the unknown, there's gonna be times you need to lean on others that know it. If we're signaling we're not trustworthy enough to lean back on I wouldn't blame any single person for remembering that for a long time.

And sure, I've got powers. I've got family here that've got powers. But this isn't just about that.

HA HA SUCKERS!

I did not sign up for this glitter war but since I seem to have been caught in the crossfire it is so on!

I have a lot of crazy dreams & this one takes the cake. BUT I've been informed this isn't a dream at all. AND I've got the pinch marks on the inside of my elbow too, just to be sure.

So I guess there's no polite way to put this ... what the actual fuck?

A new book, some new tea, and a ranged (if apparently mostly harmless) weapon? A rather productive Candlenights-esque holiday, if I may say so.

Though I have to confess, I do...not understand the outfit that I received. I believe that they are pajamas or lounging clothes, at the very least, but they have a face. I am not sure that they are to my style but they are cozy.

[Dick]

Thank you for my present.

WHO: Jessica Hamby and Dick Grayson
WHAT: Presents!
WHEN: Thursday, 21st
WHERE: Jessica's
WARNINGS: none at the moment
STATUS: Closed/incomplete

( special delivery )

Human zoos, chasing animals around Central Park a-la Benny Hill, now disappearing, gift-giving ducks.

I've officially given up on my life making sense anymore.

[Rogue (TAS)]

I can bring as many blankets and warm clothes as I can. You doin okay?

If I keep getting punished for no good reason, I might just have to turn into the asshole Hotel's Scientist must think I am.

Is anyone going to the ball tomorrow night?

Anybody want a football? Willing to trade.

[Rogue (616)]
Thinking about letting Katniss out to chase the squirrels around the park. Wanna come and grab something from the food cart?

[Pouncy]
Still in a holy spirit?

[Luke]
Yeah fine you're not really my sister, but you getting along okay now? The whole being locked in an attic thing. I mean you were kinda crazy.

[Dick]
Guessing they didn't let you keep your ship, but they have little paddle ones you can rent out at the lake. If you're into that sorta thing.

[Billy]
You doing a menorah? Not sure what "year" this is or when it officially begins, but the whole secret santa thing reminded me.