The 100; a panfandom game

DEAN WINCHESTER:

What is it with you?

CLINT BARTON:

Hey.

Sorry for being a dick.

WHO: Dean Winchester & Matt Murdock
WHEN: Monday, March 7th, night
WHERE: Matt's apartment (living room)
WHAT: Matt grabs Dean after he's gently ushered out of The Rose and they head back to Matt's place to talk.
WARNING(S): Dean's drunk as shit. Also he's an alcoholic.


( That makes me part of the problem, doesn't it? )

You know, once you get over the fact that we're all underground in a nuclear wasteland, the digs are pretty nice. I've lived in way worse.

Am I too late for baklava? I bet Wanda didn't save me any, because I'm not the Hawkeye she knows. Boo.


If I jam my ear up against a speaker I can almost hear the awesome music. A+, Star-Lord. Is that gonna be a regular thing, or is it mostly talk radio?


(Hey Kate. Katie. Katie-Kate.)

At least the apocalypse has Facebook? Priorities.


Uh Hey. It's Clint. I was told I have people. Katie?

Soooo I guess I get to officially get my ass out of Medical today? Awesome.

Anyway, I'm Mike. Sorry. About all that. We kinda had a bad night and I'm still not completely convinced that this place isn't Soylent Green, but thanks for the patching up, docs. Sewing up. I appreciate it, even if I know I was kind of a dick that night.

No shooting, promise. I mean, from me. I'm not making any promises for Emily. Y'all should still be scared of her.

Quick question: Is there anyone here who feels unusually healthy and really can't stand being in control of their own body anymore?

ANIMAL HUSBANDRY:

Can someone please explain to me what we actually DO down here?

Jesus christ what the fuck LIKE OUR NIGHT HASN'T BEEN FUCKED UP ENOUGH ALREADY WHAT THE HELL?

if you fuckers try to knock me out again i swear i'll kick somebody else I'm not in the mood to be fucked with alright? We didn't eat anybody


[OOC: Trigger warning just for violence and some pretty brutal talk about stuff that happens in horror movies/games.]

This is horseshit. Someone explain what's actually happening here and not what them yahoos in that damn med-wing were going on about.

(SPN!)LUCIFER:

Give me the coat.

Okay, so now that I'm more awake, not actively bleeding out (thanks Hawke. and thanks for your arms, too), and a little more past the "what the hell" phase, guess I should say something on this thing.

So...hey. Jo Harvelle. Friend of Dean and Sam. This is still so freaking wei

Steve Rogers, Asala Adaar, Law Enforcement officers, Matt Murdock, Sam Winchester & Gabriel:

Cas ain't Cas anymore. We've been sitting on it for a few days to figure things out ourselves, but Cas is riding shotgun with Lucifer. (The real Lucifer, not Police Officer Lucifer.) Something happened, his memories updated and the rest apparently updated with him, and in the future, we fuck up so bad that Cas thinks he needs to let Lucifer in to help us.

Whatever he tells you, he's twisting the truth or he's just lying. Cas may have consented to being possessed, but it's bullshit. The consent doesn't have to be good. He could've easily been tricked into saying yes, or he thought he was saying yes to something else and Lucifer got in on technicality, or Lucifer promised he could do something he couldn't. The bastard hates humans and is one bad day away from scorching the earth. He may play nice for a while, but he'll get bored.

He needs to get out of Cas and get locked up somewhere where he can't hurt anybody. I get that you have your amnesty bullshit going on here, but this isn't some bellyaching anti-hero with daddy issues or a demon with their balls in a vice. Lucifer's been locked up for a reason, and if you don't do the same, we're fucked.

( ooc; characters talk about the nature of consent regarding angelic possession in here. it's sketchy stuff and not reading material for a bad day. )

WHO: Sam & Dean
WHEN: Monday night (22nd)/Tuesday morning (23rd)
WHERE: Their apartment
WHAT: Soon after this log, Dean goes to talk to Sam about what the fuck to do with Lustiel.
WARNING(S): Talk of possession. Swearing. Lots of swearing.


( Sammy? We gotta talk. )

WHO: Dean Winchester and "Castiel"
WHEN: After this log with Crowley and this conversation with Gabriel, in the middle of the night
WHERE: Dean and Castiel's room
WHAT: Lucifer can't keep pretending that he's Castiel anymore, not when Dean is getting up close and personal with him.
WARNINGS: SPN Season 11 spoilers, threats of violence, sexual overtones, the usual when it comes to SPN!Lucifer

( He's not built to hold onto an archangel. I am. You want a body, take mine. )

» itS NOT CA
»

Where the fuck is Cas?

WHO: Dean Winchester + Castiel
WHEN: Tonight, February 22
WHERE: Their room
WHAT: Dean and Cas have a private moment after everyone's disappeared and they realize that it's not their problem to deal with — and that's all right.
WARNINGS: N/A, but this is the last time we're going to see Cas for a while.

( As long as it doesn't start fucking with you or Sam, I'm not going to poke at it. )

chatty to alison hendrix:

» [ Attached: A photo of Cas with earbuds in, staring intently at Dean's iPod ]
» He's been listening to Little Shop on loop since you put it on my iPod
» This is just his face now

TEAM JACKASS + ZED MARTIN:

What are we going to do about him?

Also, seems we lost quite a few members. Time to get some more. Preferably those with superpowers.

Well, well, well, isn't this an interesting place. Not my creation, which is strange and doesn't seem like the Father's, usually he leaves his fingerprints all over the place. And you know how difficult it is to get fingerprints off the silver. All that polishing. But the multiverses, that's cute.

Anyways, the kind and lovely people in medical - sorry if I confused you with not being injured, it's a thing - said I should introduce myself.

I'm Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar. No, it's not a stage name, but I am fairly good at tickling the ivories. Or the violin, but it's been awhile since I've picked up one of those. Do you know how many bad renditions of "Devil went down to Georgia" and "Danse Macabre" I've had to endure? Practice your instruments, people, it makes a difference.

Yes, so I'll be joining the lovely people in Law Enforcement as an officer - it's truly ashame Chloe isn't hear to see it. And Haymitch, Sydney, and Willow - I'm your new roommate, I believe.