The 100; a panfandom game

Heh. Someone had fun.

Billy -

So I spent a lot of time thinking about what I was going to do today. If we were at home, this would be easy. I know exactly what we'd do in New York, I know exactly what I'd get you (I'm not going to spoil that for future birthdays), and I know exactly who'd be there. Here, it's hard. I can't just go buy your favorite dessert or something new to put on your nerd shelf. I can't bring Tommy here. I'm not good at making things, and I can't whisk you off to some far-away beach. (Well, I could, but it'd take hours to get there, with my wings.) I don't have magic to just ... wish whatever you want into existence. All you get is me. So here I am.

By the way, everyone, it's Billy's birthday. Now I'm going to embarrass him.

I never really believed in true love and fate and all that stuff until I met you. I didn't even think you'd like me when I first met you. I was nursing the biggest crush I'd ever had, and I really wanted to be cool and to impress you, because you were amazing, you know? I knew right away that you were special. Way more amazing than some kid who didn't even know what he was and had no idea what he was doing. I'd spent a lot of time trying to be someone I wasn't so that people would like me, and I thought I'd left that behind, but I'd look in the mirror and see this big doofus and I couldn't imagine how you'd ever like me. But you did. You did, and you accepted me just as I am. You loved me just as I am, because that's just who you are. You're one of the kindest, most accepting people I've ever met, and the way you care about everyone makes me a better person just by being around you.

And so ... happy birthday to the best dimension-hopping, bad-guy-fighting, superhero husband a guy could ask for. Thank you for never giving up on us no matter what's standing in the way. I love you.

Okay, that's it, everyone. I'll save the rest of the gross schmoopy stuff for just Billy. You're welcome in advance.

At least the apocalypse has Facebook? Priorities.


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

SPN (minus Lustiel), KATE BISHOP, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, DORIAN:

Sam and Dean requested my help in private, but I assume they told the rest of you, yes? I'd like this to go without saying that my involvement and Dorian's need to be kept quiet. I don't doubt that this is the right thing, but it could throw the general amnesty agreement into question if it's public knowledge that I helped prep a cage for someone who hasn't technically committed a crime yet.

Dorian and I are going to be helping Gabriel build a cage in the Fade and reinforce it with binding spells. I can't say how long this will take; adapting magic is difficult between realities, and though Dorian is brilliant, he's also on at least two other projects at the moment. Thankfully, I recently accepted a promotion and left prison duty, so if I can come up with a vaguely important-sounding reason to disappear, I can duck away to help without causing suspicion. I know of a cave relatively nearby where we can set up shop for it.

How you manage Lucifer in the meantime is up to you. I won't interfere if I can help it, but if you get into any public fights with him or threaten him "unprovoked", we still have to treat him as a citizen of Mt. Weather and defend him. Try to take care that he doesn't possess anyone else while he's here. The whole situation is too dubious to buy that any consent given is genuine, and letting that pain spread around can't happen.

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

Where the fuck is Cas?

Can what happens in one universe happen in another? Will it?

You'd think I'd have learned my lesson about alternate universes by now. They -- never, never, never, never, never, never -- work out well. But dear Pod God, if you're up there, listening to this nerdy secular Jewish boy from the upper west side, could you send me my brother for my birthday? You've got two weeks. My mom will make you pancakes. When she gets here.


Teddy, Kate, & other friends [feel free to assume]

So, how young is too young for tavern birthday adventures? Please, please, please tell me it is cool to drink blue alcohol and quote Tolkien. I really need this right now (or like, thirteen days from now, okay). It sucks you're all weirdly older than me.

Still don't really get this whole network thing, but Steve says writing messages here is standard. Guess I've heard crazier things, so here goes nothing...

You can call me Bucky. The doc says I should be getting out of the medical wing soon, so I get to rediscover what it's like being a contributing member of society. I guess I If there's an Alison Hendrix reading this, I'll stop by to introduce myself. Looks like you're my new boss.

CHATTY TO KATE BISHOP

» Still feeling like myself, so far as I can tell.
» And I meant to ask. Do you want to go dancing?

TEAM FREE WILL + KATE + GABE

So... I might have just been hit by a Cupid. Or possibly something weirder, but given the timing, the fact that it was gold, and looks like an arrow, I'm going with Cupid.

Any of you seen any strange naked men flying around?

I don't know about you, but next week, I'm getting my dancing shoes on. Metaphorically. I don't have a pair of heels magically here, but I know how to shake it with some low shoes.

Anyone else interested, I'll be hosting a night at the Rose for anyone wanting to cut loose for a few hours. Head on over after the movie next Saturday night!

Anyone with digital music they'd like to hear, send it on over to me, and I'll get it on the list.

We're working on the heat, but it'll take a few days. Try to be nice to each other in the meantime. Takes a hell of a lot to heat a place this big, so when something blows, it blows.

Cassie's gone. She's gone back to die

SAM WINCHESTER:

Dean and I bonded a little over how protective we were over little you, and I realized something. I really, really, ridiculously love you. If you had stayed that way, that little, for the rest of the time here, I'd have been sad that I'd lost that, but I'd have been so happy that you got to redo your childhood. When I think about what the two of you went through, it just baffles me how strong you both had to be just to make it to your teens.

And I take it back. You're still adorable, along with those other things.

For some reason, no one ever believes me when I tell them I used to be tiny. Now all of you know it's true.

And this is hardly breaking news, but: Crowley, you're an asshole.

Has anyone got [...] smaller clothes that I can borrow until I fit into the big ones again? I don't need many. Just a shirt and pants.

[...] I'm Sam. Winchester.

WHO: ickle!Sam and normal Kate
WHAT: Sam wakes up tiny and it's kind of awkward.
WHEN: Monday morning, early (a little bit forward-dated)
WHERE: their room
WARNINGS: well, the age difference is a little uncomfortable, but at least they're not naked.
STATUS: logged, complete

( ... )

Being cooped up is starting to get me. Who wants a snowball war? I'm thinking: we build forts, plan strategies, and then we have to besiege the other forts.

Who's in?