The 100; a panfandom game

If I were in England, and this were 1824, such an announcement as this would be printed in the newspapers, or given at a ball. My own father would take care of it, or the head of my family -- or, in many cases, the bridegroom. In any case, I am overjoyed to tell you all, our friends and neighbors, that this evening Cullen asked me to give him my hand in marriage. I, naturally, said yes, because I love him.

Perhaps to some, the notion of marriage isn't as important as it is elsewhere, but I believe that it is. Pledging to love and honor another, to share your life with them formally, and to celebrate that love with one's friends and family is even more necessary here. We haven't yet set a date, but that will be coming soon.

On the anniversary of what was known as the Culling, on September the 22nd, a ceremony will be held to honor all who have devoted time, energy, and well-being to protecting this community. This new observed holiday will be a day of remembrance, and no work will take place that day. From now until the 20th, we will be accepting stories and nomination of bravery and sacrifice. Medals of honor will be accorded, and we will celebrate what the fallen have given us.

If you would like to volunteer to help out — with music, food, or speeches — please let me know.

( when cullen and penelope return to their room today: )

I hope everyone enjoyed my news broadcast on Sunday! It was an honor and a privilege to carry on the work of my dearly departed (from this world, that is) best friend, Cecil Palmer, even if just for one day. I think he would've been proud. And it only took me four hours of rehearsal to feel adequately prepared! A year ago I would have needed ten times that amount at least. Therapy!

Last month I celebrated my 46th birthday -- well, actually I ignored it completely, because there were more important things going on, and also because the prospect of aging terrifies me to my core. I much prefer the idea of skipping this one and chalking it up to time travel. But strangely, being here is helping with that fear. Or perhaps it's just replacing it with the much more pertinent fear of dying before I ever get the chance to age any further. Hard to say.

At any rate! All of this has reminded me, more than ever, that our time here together is fleeting. I don't want to die or disappear without having made every one of you a close personal friend. So if we haven't met yet, let's change that! I can't wait to make your acquaintance. And if we have met, let's hang out again! Let me make you a cup of herbal tea, or come join me for a run outside! You're all beautiful people with incredible souls, and I am so fortunate to be here sharing this mountain with you.

Someone care to explain that isn't a Muggle?

[JULIE POWER]

Hey, you got a minute?

[Teddy]

Hey.

CHATTY TO CHUCK CHARLES:

» You haven't said anything, have you?
» About you-know-what.
» About both you-know-whats, which are inextricably linked.
» My you-know-what and your you-know-what.
» I'm being vague in case someone finds your phone.
» Like spies. I should put this in code.

[PRIVATE]

Dearest Lucy,

You left me. On that bloody train
you left me

I shot a deer and he didn't even talk. It isn't my job but he was right there. Would someone mind helping me lug the bits of him to the kitchen? I've done the cleaning, but. He's big.

So the moonshine that the brewers have is potent. Really, really potent.

Filter to the Risktakers (Peggy, Herc, Alastor, Angie)

Anyone else feel terrible? And did last night really happen?

[LEFT ON BUCKY BARNES TABLET ON HIS PILLOW]

>_ You were actually sleep, so I didn't want to wake you. Had a server emergency. Meet me for breakfast?

-N

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