The 100; a panfandom game

Two whole days
My hands are still sh

I do not know about anyone else. But, I believe a drink is needed after that.

If people could please keep their magic under control, and not deprive me of alcohol for any amount of time. That would be greatly appreciated.

Who: Bonnie and Caroline Forbes
Where: Tavern!
When: Today
What: Bonnie's arrival and meeting up with an old friend
Status: Incomplete, threaded
Warnings: Ummmmm none yet?
Ratings: Probably PGish

( Everything had changed now and she was dealing with it the best that she could... )

Helpfully everyone regained their ages in time for the Tourney tomorrow. I could think of absolutely nothing more awful than being a kid again so, hope you're all recovered/not entirely mentally scarred See Vassy, empathy

...Which is a sentence I never thought I'd say. This place is still basically crazy.

Reasonably good sign ups though, and no I was six for the last few days excuses. It's not going to make you better or worse at this stage.

OH come on!

Gambit shows up. Actual Gambit. Remy Le actual cajun god of hotness Beau

And he looks like Damon.

Life is cruel. I am defeated.


If the above makes no sense to you, just know that it is a BAD THING. And hug me.

[OOC - Basically if Lexi has talked to you more than once you're probably on here. Or if you think you're on here, you're on here. Cause Lexi.)

Right, so.... Now that we're back to normal and everything is right with the world, I need at least three penis molds. Four is better. Any to offer up?

Bad things always happen when I come back from camping.


And I want to see Warren.

Who: Laura and Logan
When: Wednesday morning
Where: Logan's room
What: Laura has a whole lot of new memories to process and wants her daddy.
Warnings: References to and descriptions of torture, past/future character death, angst.
Status: Ongoing

( Healing comes so painfully and it chills to the bone; Will anyone get close to me? I'm damaged as I'm sure you know )

It is no use; my curiosity must be satiated. This week has proven that we have powerful beings among us. I wish to know more. But, I will not expect information without providing some myself.

So if you are a user of magic, I would like to know more about where your magic comes from. Are there different disciplines within your magic? Are there deviations between what is "good" magic and what is "bad", and how is that line between the two determined? Is your magic infinite or must it be nourished or cultured?

For example: in my home world, our magic is a result of harvesting the blood and organs of the Great Ones, a race that populated the earth before humanity flourished. All our magical feats are in thanks to the Great Ones; magic is used predominantly to heal and to strengthen. But many Hunters with interest in the arcane utilise spells for defensive and aggressive moves in battle. As our magic is reliant upon the physical bodies of the gods who came before us, it is finite. Different towns and kingdoms have claimed ownership of these bodies in competition with one another, and the Healing Church of Yharnam has declared some strains of magic heretical by virtue of which god they came from. Thus, "good" versus "evil" is not dependent upon the spells one casts, but the blood that gave you the abilities to use magic in the first place.

If you prefer a private conversation to discuss your world's magic, by all means. I would not wish to engender discomfort.

I would just like to take this opportunity to apologize to anyone I was short with over the last few days. I won't say I didn't mean the things I said because that would be a blatant lie in some cases but that doesn't mean I'm not going to say sorry. I'm just glad everyone appears to be back to their correct ages now.

Word of advice to anybody going outside - in this kind of weather, it takes less than ten minutes to get frostbite. You all have Anchorage beat on it. Bundle up.

And also, you all missed out. I was a cute kid ... who actually didn't look like Cullen Rutherford.

I like this idea, especially since I have to run through the "yes, I'm an alien" conversation at least once a month. Which I don't mind! But sometimes it's nice to give people the chance to ask without feeling uncomfortable.

I'm Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya (formerly vas Neema) of the Quarian migrant fleet. Normally I wear a suit, and I still wear it outdoors here, if you've seen anyone in a purple mask that's me. But the same thing that brought us here improved my immune system enough so that I can survive without it, with only minimal allergies. Here, I work in Tech, but back home I was an machinist, hacker and engineer on the SSV Normandy and on Commander Shepard's squad.

Feel free to ask me questions! I'll answer anything and I like talking about ships and mechanics. ... I also tend to ramble if you get me going on about engines. But I do very good impressions of the Normandy engines.

[FILTERED TO POE DAMERON]

You are yourself again, yes? I hope you are not suffering any ill effects.

Who: Grant Ward & Phil Coulson
When: Jan 27, shortly after this conversation
Where:The Gym.
What: Therapeutic sparring turns into word vomit and an explosion of feels. Neither of us expected this.
Status: Complete
Warnings:Mentions of death/murder; spoilers for mid season 3 AoS

( I know you’re trying here. But every time you do I wonder why you didn’t at home. )