The 100; a panfandom game

There's too much damn magic around here. Somebody better fight me before I go crazy.

And no, I don't wanna be hugged or friended or whatever you humans plan on doing. I can't do my job, so I'm going to do the next best thing. Fight. Going to get re-educated anyway, at this po

CHLOE, DORIAN + IRON BULL:

I didn't do it.

Attention music, art and lit nerds! Are you a well of seemingly useless trivia? Are you a well of wonderful trivia? Did you annoy all your friends with your obsession of any particular genre of music, art or literature? Then Elena Drake wants you to pour your heart out on camera so I can shamelessly use your words and passion to make one or two half hour long episodes a week about the topic of your obsession.

Specifically, I'm shining a spotlight on the things we have available to us here. We have a limited range of the available music and other media (and thank you to everyone who was dropped into this world with their iTunes libraries and iPods who graciously donated their stuff to the radio station), and I'm putting a show together that will educate people about what we do have and let fans celebrate it and talk about their experiences at home. Consider it half informational, half nostalgic in a History Channel format.

The warehouses here are full of things for archival purposes, so I'm specifically looking for artists and art students to talk about the visual art in the vaults, music nerds to talk about the different artists and genres that we've been broadcasting over the radio, and literature buffs who can talk about the classics in our library. Once I know who we have and what you're all interested in, I'll draw up some episode summaries and start scheduling when I can film whom. I'm also interested in doing episodes on everyone's reality-specific holidays and customs if you're willing to talk to me about that.

The working title for this is "Life in a Can". It'll be better when it actually airs. Maybe. Production on this series isn't going to be an official job, but if anyone has experience in television and media production and is willing to donate their time, I could use an extra camera person, as well as a couple of people to help me research and edit each episode. We're going to have a bit of a low budget feel, since the only cameras we have access to are my hand-held from home and my iPhone, but I can give anyone who came with their laptop a copy of the video editing software I have on mine. (In fact, I'm uploading that to the servers tonight, so that anyone with a compatible device can grab it and edit anything they feel like making.) The goal is to do two shows a week: one on media history and analysis, one on a custom or a holiday.


NATE:

Still dying?

So. I'm Isaac. This isn't exactly the way I pictured the end of the world going. I mean, I guess this is better than work would've been. And at least I wasn't awake inside of that pod thing. Little victories?

Sorry, I'm shit at introductions. I'll tell you anything you want to know, though. Apparently, I know some people here already?

Filtered to Food Service

There's still so much meat. It's everywhere.

My clothes smell like dragon. My hair also smells like dragon. My everything smells like dragon meat.

I give up on birthdays. I'm pretending they don't exist anymore.

[ Filtered to Max ]

Thing one: after seeing our roommates go at it in every possible combination, I can now say without a moment of hesitation that I'm hella gay. No question. No confusion. Gay. Gaaaaaay.

Thing two: have you talked to any of the capes here about your powers? Because I mean, they might be on the same wave-length. You weren't experimented on by aliens or dropped in a vat of acid or something but like, the responsibility part (aka, the ass part). They could give you some perspective maybe, right? But seriously, bail the fuck out of there if they want to turn you boring; we did not sign up for that.

Thing three: throat hurts. My body is a cage.

[ /Filter ]

So I work in the kitchens and I'm definitely getting sick, and since you're contagious like THREE DAYS before you start showing symptoms... You're welcome, Mount Weather. My gift to you.

Just so we're clear, I'm not gonna drink the kool-aid or whatever the fuck you do with teenage girls in your weird mountain bunker. I'm not sorry about doctor guy's nuts either.



But as long as nobody fucks with me, I'll play along for now.

Mindy. Mindy Macready. Tbh, I always figured if the world went to shit, I'd be kicking zombie ass, so this is a little bit of a let down.

My name is Lieutenant Cremisius Aclassi, and I'm looking for my boss. Eight feet tall, one eye, horns. You literally can't miss him.



I also apologize for trying to stab a doctor. Won't do it again.

I was thinking we could all use a little community-building exercise. DON'T GROAN. This will be fun. Maybe we're not all up to trust falls, but here's an easy one: where are you guys from? Because I know some of you come from some real zany places, and y'know what? Maybe there's someone else around here who used to live up the street and you never knew it.

I'll go first!

I'm from Forest Hills, Queens. A bunch of you probably know where that is, but it's (it was?) part of a place called New York City, which iiiiis... pretty far away from here if you're walking. It has to be about 250 miles north of here? Let's roll with that. We have a baseball team that never wins, some airports, and we're all fluent in the language of Mass Transit. Mostly because you can't leave Queens without taking 2 buses and a subway ride to get wherever you want, and you get really good at figuring out what they're saying on the broken loudspeakers in the stations.

Right so, sorry about the rat. Won't happen again! I underestimated the cages, and Ash exceeded my expectations as far as subjects go. But thankfully no one was harmed, and I think the hunters had a rather good time tracking him down? Either way, still very, very sorry.

On another topic, would anyone be interested in joining together to create a weekly Dungeons & Dragons campaign? I know the rules and can type them up for everyone who wants to join, and actually have a 3.5e character sheet template on my phone that came through. Useless for almost everything else, but there's that.

For anyone that doesn't know what D&D is, it's a tabletop role-playing game, fantasy based. You create a character on paper with stats and characteristics, and form a team where your characters go up against all sorts of evils and quest on adventures.


I suppose lack of dice would be a problem, unless someone could make a set. Or an application on our tablets that does randomized rolling for all dice from d4 to d20.

So wow, okay. This whole complete mental break thing, or magic, or alternate universe, or whatever you want to call it - so, it's sticking. Bonus, looks like I haven't been smacked with the honesty stick today, but like that ever fucking stopped me. Contrary to what the step-douche thinks, I don't lie all that much anyway.

I guess I don't get what I'm doing here. Superheroes, smart people, strong people, whatever, okay. It's a magical menagerie. I'm just me. Chloe Price. No powers, no abilities if you don't count mad drumming ~skillz and the way I can piss off every authority figure in a twenty miles radius. I don't want to say I'm boring because please, I'm awesome, this is hella not a call for ego-stroking "ur so pretty" bullshit, but I mean, outside of the entire fucking universe having it out for me, I'm normal. Average. The only thing that's kinda whack in my life is Max's powers (not Max. Max isn't whack, unless we're totally cool-whack, in which case, girlfriend is hella whack). So maybe I'm whack by association?

So everyone's here either in a book or on TV or whatever. Is there a way to know where Max and I came from? Not in a deep existential BS way, just like... is there some jackass getting his rocks off watching me shower because I'm a character on a show? For example. 'Cause I'd like to at least get paid for that.

Also, horticulture bitches - weed. Someone's gotta be growing it. Fess up.

I'm still not totally convinced this is real, but I really want it to be real. I saw Buffy in the hall the other day.

I also want it to be real so I don't have to think about other stuff, but so far just nerding out isn't actually solving any of my problems. I'm paranoid of talking to people because I feel bad for lying to them, especially when I'm around a bunch of people with powers or weird lives that I know about because they're fake where I come from. I can rewind time. Only a few minutes at a time right now, but I can just undo anything that happens and no one would know any better. The more I think about it the more I realize how hard it is to trust me, and that upsets me, because I've always thought of myself as trustworthy. I worry that I'm not a very good person.

I killed a man. His name was Marty.

No, let's back up. I mean, I didn't kill him. But I did make him alive again and then make him dead again, because he was dead when he fell on me and then he was alive and now he's not.

Because that's what I do. I touch dead things and they come back to life. I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't know why me, but that's how it is.


And that's why the pie's so good. I used rotting fruit and brought it back to life, and alive-again fruit tastes better. That's what I've heard. I can't eat it, because if I do it goes back to rotting in my mouth, which is why I say I'm allergic to Chuck.

Wow, so, um. This seems like a weird time to say hello with everything going on, but... hi, I'm Max. I showed up here the day before the Bloody Mary thing with Chloe, the new girl in the kitchens with the blue hair. I've been trying to read to catch up but this place is a lot. I'm in laundry.

A lot of you have
So how many of you guys have
I can rewin
What am I doing

Your welcoming parties needs work, guys. And Mary? Total beeyatch.

Hey, name's Chloe. I'm totally lost about the shitstorm that's happening, but if I can lend a hand doing something, cool. Lemme at it.

[ Filtered to Max ]

Did we just trade a beautiful open road for magical apocraplypse hellhole? Karma blows.

[ /Filter ]

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.