The 100; a panfandom game

CHATTY TO EMMA SWAN:

» He's here.

FILTERED TO ABBIE MILLS:

Hello, Abbie?

This is Dr. Tam, down in medical. There's a man here who [...] claims he knows you and wants to see you. Goes by the name of "Ichabod Crane"?

He's highly belligerent and isn't interested in anything I have to say. Please collect him at your earliest convenience.


As in, now.

Unless he's not a friend, in which case I'd be happy to sedate him for several hours.

FILTERED TO SERENITY:

他妈的我的仙人掌。 I'm a trauma surgeon, not a welcome committee.

This is Crane's field of expertise but I've been thinking about this a lot since I got here, about how we got here and what might be possible here. Given our presence here, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume someone - or something - else from our own worlds would show up. Something that means harm to all of us. We've already faced a demon, and we know there was a werewolf out there somewhere. If that's possible, I can't help wondering what else might be, especially when we know nothing about how we got here or why.

I have this journal that was passed down through my family, full of details about magic and weapons and supernatural things that most people didn't even know existed. It's useful, but my partner and I always had to do a lot of research when faced with a new foe because nothing was compiled all in one place. We did a lot of guessing. I don't want us to end up scrambling for answers here any more than we have to, so I've started writing down everything I know about everything I faced in my world. The demons, the Horsemen, whatever other creatures we encountered. Their strengths, weaknesses, how to defeat them. I figure if I'm here, it's not impossible for the Headless Horseman to get here too, and none of you would know what to do if that happens.

What I'm thinking is that we all need to work together. We need to share what we know about the dangers we faced in our worlds so we're all better prepared to face what may come our way. If anyone wants to help me organize this, I'd be glad to have the help.

FILTERED AGAINST CROWLEY

So, apparently whoever or whatever is sending people here decided that we should have the King of Hell from my world.

He may seem relatively harmless at times, or even helpful, but trust me, you'd be far better off steering clear. Demons, where I come from, are twisted and blackened human souls that have possessed another human vessel. In other words, that face you see on Crowley isn't actually his. The blackened soul on the inside makes him cruel, ruthless, manipulative, powerful, bloodthirsty, and deadly.

You can defend yourself against him or any other demon in multiple ways. First, don't make any deals with them-- better yet, leave them alone entirely and hope they don't decide to mess with you either. There are ways to protect yourself against possession, and I'll be looking into making some amulets to prevent it. There's also a symbol that Dean and I have gotten tattooed onto our skin, but I don't know if we have the means to do that here.

Short of that, it's smart to have some holy water, salt, or pure iron on hand to defend yourself if it comes to a fight. Exorcisms work too if you want to memorize some Latin, or keep it written down somewhere. There are also sigils that can be drawn to ward them out or trap them. Anyone who would like help protecting themselves, feel free to ask.

And if you run into any trouble, you can also call for help from me, Dean, Cas, or Bobby. We'll come and help you out, but your chances will be better if you can at least defend yourself until we get there.

[....] This snow seems really familiar.

MARY MARGARET:

Can I see you? Like... soon?

When I was fifteen, I won the all-Ravenclaw cursing contest for the most uses of the word "fuck" or variations thereof in a single sentence. Professor Flitwick chose that moment to visit Ravenclaw tower, and I was given a detention each for each time I used the word. I spent the rest of the year in detention. It was completely worth it.

Filter to Abbie Mills

I reckon I owe you an apology. I cut loose on you and I shouldn't have done, and I'm sorry. The only reason I can give is that I was absolutely bloody pissed that I was brought here when I was. It doesn't excuse it, but I hope it explains it. Will you let me make it up to you with a drink?

I swear on Merlins saggy left tit that if the Department of Mysteries had anything to do with this fucking fuck up, heads will roll. Jesus Christ, you fucking twats, I was IN THE MIDDLE of a fucking job and then I'm stuck here in post-apocalyptic whereever that the Muggles fucked up because Muggles and their fucking firearms ruin everything, all the fucking time.

Did anyone else see the unicorn that was walking around outside? I thought only virgins could see them, and I'm definitely not a virgin, but maybe men don't count?

There's nothing quite like waking up nearly two-hundred and sixty years in the future. Forgive me for my rudeness, I've made conversation with some of you without the decency of introducing myself. With a small adjustment period to get myself in some state of order here, I'm Irene Adler, at your clothes making service.

hApppy bloody birrthday to me. Sorry mu

I can't believe it. I'm actually missing Kyrat. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Kyrat is a lovely country. Very beautiful, lots of mountains, great people. And apparently it's mine now. But I'm missing the constant running around and climbing said mountains and the shooting and even the homicidal animals. I miss Sabal even though he may have gone crazy and he and I need to have some words. I'm even missing Pagan Min's lunatic comments over the radio.

That's... Stockholm Syndrome, isn't it? When you miss something that's probably very bad for you?

Next person who tells me that cigarettes are bad for you is gonna get a bloody punch in the face. I'm sodding fine, and I want my damn nicotine back.

Are we sure this isn't Purgatory? It doesn't look like what I remember, but Moloch had all sorts of tricks but his sleeves. But he's dead, so

Well, if I had to time travel again, I'm glad it's not 1781.

Has anyone seen a tall skinny guy around, long brown hair, beard, British accent, probably dressed like he's straight out of the late 1700s? Likes to give history lessons, tends to act like he has a stick up his ass?

Testing?

This is so stupid. What am I even supposed to say? Should have given me a script, Bell

I'm supposed to be doing a test to see who can actually see this to check and see if the network is up and running. I guess if you can see this, reply back with your name and if you're having any kind of issues? I can pass them along to whoever.