I asked if this was hell.
No one answered, not really.
I've made the decision to tell the people in charge what happened. What I did. I can't keep withholding this information, I feel like a coward.
I don't know what's going to happen to me.
So, hey, quick game!
I say Spider-Man, you say... ?
Aaaaaaaaaand go!
You've been quiet. Again.
Remember anything new?
spidergwen in the100
I.. don't even know what I was going to write here. Fuck it
God bless America.
Protocol for needing privacy? If I need the room for x amount of time, how many favors do I owe you?
Okay, so... normally I'd just beep-boop my Avengers card and everyone would assemble, but I gotta assume there's a bunch of you who left it in your other pair of stretchy pants. And, Cap, I promise I'm not trying to steal your thunder with this. Thunder? Patriotic trumpet fanfare?
Anyway.
Anyway.
This is gonna sound ridiculous, but one of the new arrivals had this heap of comics on an external drive, right? Because we don't exist in her world and... you know, I'm pretty good at being a skeptic. Science explains a lot. I like science. I just don't have a good scientific theory as to how these comics were on point about what happened in the last few months of my life, right down to thoughts I remember thinking at those exact moments.
"Okay,Peterjust spit it outI hate hate hate thisSpidey," you say. "That's hella freaky, but what does that have to do with us?"
I think there's a legit concern as far as the existence of everyone's home world. Anyone got any insider knowledge on, oh say, worlds colliding and the end of everything?
I'm so sorry I didn't reply to you. It's just a little overwhelming, all of this. And then to discover that I might be nothing more than a character in a book... I'm sorry. Can you tell me more about this? About this book? Or books?
U.S.S. Enterprise Chief Medical Officer Personal Log, 12052150.
Two months. I never went that long without talking to Wes when I was at Starfleet Medical. I hated going more than three or four days.
I'm alone here, truly alone. Oh, I get along well with my roommates and the other medical staff, and even with the rest of the residents here. But none of them know me as intimately as my fellow officers on the Enterprise, or my colleagues and friends in San Francisco.
I've seen injuries that could only be caused by a large, possibly rabid, beast, and they call it a werewolf. I'm afraid that I'm not as up to date on my cultural history as I should be -- these stories are not the holovids that I grew up with, that are as familiar to me as the back of my hand. There was the attack at the beginning of my time here, which is baffling. No one was killed, but perhaps those boys were able to fight it off, whereas the villagers were sleeping soundly? It's a ridiculous theory, but it's all I have. I wish I had all the pieces to this puzzle.
I don't know anything about teenagers.BAELFIRE:
Hey kiddo. Listen, I know things are rough here, but I just wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing good. Have you made any friends yet?
thebanshee in the100
SoI missed a lotI don't know how to say I'm soSo.. this place is almost as weird as Westover.
UmHi. I think you're one of the people in charge here, right? Or they said you were part of the soldiers so I figured..
Anyway, I wanted to know who do I go to if I wanted to go outside? Like above ground? Its kind of hard to practice archery inside. And I just need general quietness and fresh air.