The 100; a panfandom game

Well of course. Why not?

So just how many times have you all heard how crazy all of this sounds? It must get so tiresome after a while every time a new person shows up. The shock, the disbelief, the confusion, and of course, the demand to get back home. I'm going to skip all that, keep it to myself and just introduce myself.

My name's Trish Walker, and I hear that Jess has already gotten herself into trouble?

You know how I can tell I've really gotten around? I'm delighted to have been dropped somewhere near a nice cozy bunker full of people who look like supermodels instead of being left out in the post-apocalyptic winter. Camping out in the snow wouldn't be my first choice. I like it in here. Very survival chic.

Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you all.

This place is fucking weird and I call bullshit on your bartenders. If I want to get shitfaced in a literal hole in the wall, I have the right to get shitfaced, especially on my first night.


EVERYONE FROM THE MESS HALL BRAWL:

Still not sold on... the hell did you call him, The Doctor? Who's just called "The Doctor"? Sounds like the kind of pretentious shit I'd expect out of his face.

Anyway, sorry for hitting some of you. Your friend's ugly.

( ooc; oop, just for insurance, content warnings for alcoholism and discussions of kilgrave's mind control under here. if you've seen the show, you know what's up. )

DOCTOR (10):

First off, wife? Really. Wife.

Second. Second and probably more important: I'm not getting better, am I.

Looks like neither one of us is going speed dating.

*The PA system crackles to life as a female voice, dripping with amusement speaks. At the same time the written message pops up on the network*

Hello Sweetie

I have been informed (well after the fact, I might add) that I am no longer allowed to sing euphemistic pirate shantys about fisting in public, and I potentially scarred some children at the musical revue.

So if you want to hear more euphemistic bar songs and pirate shantys (possibly about fisting, mostly about other things), I'll be at the tavern tonight. And other nights. Most nights. I'm also not allowed to stand on the bar anymore after my stage dive off of it last week, but don't let that put you off. (Shout out to everyone who caught me. We're bonded now.)

DONNA NOBLE:

How are you doing?

Dad!

They told me you were here. Three of you, in fact, which I don't entirely understand, but they did say you're here. I knew I'd catch up to you! Donna, they said you were, too!

Well that's [...] something.

I now understand when someone says they need a good drink.

Oh no.

Filter: Whoverse
Have you noticed? Don't.

Filter: Donna Noble
What do you think, can you manage a walk?

Filter: Audrey
Any complications?

Let's not have any of that happen again, yeah?

Good.


[...] I need some time, so if I could take an extended little holiday from medical, that'd be great.

who ten & donna [2]
what saving his best friend.
where his room
when saturday, after donna [1] has died. which is top secret information between him and audrey. and medical.
warnings TRIGGER: character death references, and more importantly: Ten and Donna angst. SORRY NOT SORRY IF YOU READ THIS AND CRY.

one two three four five six eight

10
twelve


I'm good with numbers.

WHO: Donna Noble (5), Donna Noble (6), and the Doctor (12)
WHEN: November 13, very early morning before most people are awake.
WHERE: Near the library? Sure.
WHAT: Violent Donna Five tries to kill panicky Donna Six, because Six's stress is causing her to split, which deteriorates all of the Donnas further. Twelve is stuck in the middle.
WARNINGS: Panic attacks. Probable violence. Threatening with a pistol. Character-clone death likely. Several broken Donna-copies dissolve into piles of hair. (People can.. feel free to find these in the hall around the library in the morning, IDK when/how they'll all get cleaned up.)

( Every time you split, you're killing us. )

WHO: Donna Noble (3), Donna Noble (8), and Claire Temple
WHEN: November 12, morning
WHERE: Medical!
WHAT: Donna's split into eight, and Donna Eight is catatonic and unresponsive. Donna Three has had enough of sitting around and grabs Donna Eight to take her for medical attention.
WARNINGS: Character-clone death is likely.

( Someone help me! )

I can't find Eddie. I've been messaging him, looking everywhere, and all that I've found is me.

Me.



[...] Six of me.

DONNA NOBLE (2):

Where are you?

Are you with Eddie? I can't find him, I can't find you and I've got to tell you something.

EDDIE CARMICHAEL:

I can't bloody believe him.

No, yes — I can. I can believe him. That's what he does, but everyone else? I feel like I've been walking around with parsley in my teeth and no one was nice enough to say anything.

He wiped my memories of him. Of us, together, of everything I saw or did. And he says he had to, I know that, but I

I want to talk to your face. I'll grab Two and come find you if she's not with you, because she doesn't know yet. I've got to break it to her.

FILTERED TO FRIENDS/WHOVERSE:

How many of you knew about this? You just never bothered to tell me?

That's just wizard, all of you.

The Muppet Movie, brilliant choice! Oh, that was great fun! Haven't seen that in ages! Do apologise if I clapped a bit too enthusiastically at the end. Culturally accepted in some places and all. What's next on the film agenda?

Temperature is a bit off in places, don't know if anyone else has noticed. Think I'll see to remedying that if there's no objections! Got to stay busy!

Rose Tyler
Hello! Busy?

Busy, busy lot you are. Helps keep the mind off of linear time. Some good times ahead, hm? Bonfire and all. I'm volunteered for help! Incentive to go, isn't it? No? Ought to be! May even find another spare banana in my pockets!

I don't know about the rest of you lot, but I think that a bit of grey at my temples makes me look distinguished. It's a hell of a way to gain it, though. Don't worry, I'll be out helping to build those houses tomorrow or the day after.

Filter to Donnas

There's still only two of you, right?