So, um. Good news and bad news.
Good news! The king is alive, awake, alert and enthusiastic. No medical attention needed.
Bad news! He and the Hero of Ferelden are having sex in the closet and now I can't get at the gauze.
nobodysson in the100
We should get a look at that body. I overheard someone saying that it was like they were turned into beef jerky. That's weird. Like Trouble weird.
mynightoff in the100
» Did you mean what you said?
Hello, Mr. Jarvis. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Miss Penelope Featherington. We've spoken before, and I believe we found one another agreeable. Are you finding yourself settling in here well? I do hope so. I thought it right to inform you that my partner and I, Commander Ser Cullen Rutherford, have decided that our lives would be much happier were we living together, and upon requesting new living arrangements, were put in with you, as you currently have no roommates. I promise that we'll be considerate, and I certainly look forward to knowing you better.
Cullen and I will be moving in with one another, to 506-E2. Finnick, I hope that you will continue to look upon me as a friend. Do not hesitate to ask me if you are in need of anything. I enjoyed living with you both, and Annie and Tristan, so much. You were some of my first friends here.
I literally have not stopped smiling all day today. It's been rather wonderful.
The more I am here in Mount Weather, the less I know myself, but the more I like myself. It's really quite odd, and wonderful, too. Cullen and I will be living together, very soon. It's further away from our friends, but it's together. And without the blessing of the Church or the Chantry.
» Hey. So. Someone showed up in medical that I need to go and see.
» It's Jess. Jess is here.
You all right, darling?
So, is there anything else you lot want to tell me before I hear about it on the network? I already know that Remus has a boyfriend. Anything else, so I don't make a fool of myself?
We are so, so sorry.
katebishop in the100
I don't even know what to say. I'm really glad she's not dead. Seriously. (For those of you not in the know, that Jessica. Sam's girlfriend, the one who died in the fire and wrecked him for a long time.)
But I'm kind of feeling the need to get out of the — what the hell do you even call these? They're not apartments. But you get the idea. I need some fresh air. Maybe some target practice. Any takers?