The 100; a panfandom game

Not that I'm going to look a gift Zefron in the mouth, but why is there suddenly a surprise!body pillow on my bed?

A question to those among us who are aware that they have died in their home worlds. It is somewhat of a strange question.

If you have your "canon" available, whether it be in text or mechanical form, and you are able to see how the world continues on without you, did you happen to see anything deeply... unsettling about how others mourn your death? I realise that grief is maddening and affects us all in different ways, and I would not wish to judge, but there is-- how you say, I have--


How to put it.



My mentor took my belongings and created a magical doll for himself who wore my clothes and spoke in my voice.

I am considerably disturbed right now. Is this... common?



[OOC: TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE IN COMMENTS ]

Not to ruffle any feathers, but have we actually confirmed that our dragon isn't the one causing mayhem?

He can do that, right? Turn from hottie Khal Drogo into a dragon?

FILTERED TO PARRISH:

Have you been brushing up on your dragon slaying?

New Year memories can be strange, and stranger still. I have several that I would like to share with you:

New Years 1917. Piled into a dugout with my brothers in arms, telling stories and shivering through the mud. Tompkins got a pack of cigarettes and he shared them. We all took a sip of coffee (rum, really. When soldiers tell you they had coffee, it was rum.) out of the same mug and slept as sound as we dared.

New Years 1919. Our world had come to an end, but those of us who made it through were desperate to sear the new one with our presence. We caroused, we sucked in life, we celebrated one another. Soon after midnight, I lost my mates following a girl with a green ribbon in her hair through Piccadilly Circus.

New Years 1921. I had a new wife and an Italian family. We celebrated with the Palatine Hill as our backdrop, and me swearing in another life I had been a charioteer in the Circus Maximus. My little bird didn't like that, she didn't. But she smiled all the same.

To see a new year, with a whole new passel of friends, makes me happy indeed. And to think the last one could have had that leaden peal of finality. Instead, here we are. I am hopeful for the lot of us and I believe that we can only become closer still in the coming months.

So cheers to all of you.

So, how's everyone feeling?

The best thing about not being able to get drunk is not getting hungover.

Has anyone seen Lily Luna? Jamie and I have looked all over for her, but no dice.

Filter to Ginny

Want to go look for her with me?

It wasn't until I actually lived with people who can see the dead and are, moreover, really okay about it that I wanted to tell you I almost got put in the hospital for talking to my dead CO. I loved him. I love him still. He died saving me and I miss him every time I hear Clair de Lune. He would hate that.

And, you know, I'm very sure and very aware of the cliche nature of what I just imparted.

Lydia Martin is very pretty.

Maybe I will go out again until you all go back to normal. I don't like this.

[Beacon Hills]
Sooo I looked at those new video files and Teen Wolf is us. I was mostly just poking around long enough to figure out the timeline but the last episode there is when we went to Mexico the last time when Kate kidnapped me and Scott, and the first episode of season four is when we went to Mexico the first time to find Derek. Then just before that the last episode of season three is when we beat the nogitsune and the thirteenth episode of season three is when my family moved into town and Stiles' dad started investigating the Tate's car crash. I didn't really look at anything else except the first episode when Scott got bitten by Peter because it felt kind of weird. I mean, all of it's weird really, we're in a tv show.

Everyon We The fight was brutal, but everyone did their part. I'll leave the stirring speeches to Cap people who are better at them than I am.

I can't apologize enough for my part in what happened. From what we can tell, when someone supernatural dies, I-- do that. The walking-around-on-fire thing. I'm so glad no one was hurt; Lydia is right when she says that it's best to just leave me alone until it's over.

If anyone knew the woman who was killed, I'd be happy to take you to her resting place. I think I can find i

[ Filtered to Will Graham ]

Hey, man. Can't thank you enough. I would've gotten hypothermia best case scenario if you hadn't have shown up when you did.

[ /Filter ]

[ Filtered to Law Enforcement + Command ]

In the light of all this, I fully understand if you would feel more comfortable reassigning me to a different position.

[ /Filter ]

[OOC: Sent about 2 hours after the Bloody Mary fight.]
CHATTY TO PARRISH:

» I have a headache from hell, Malia won't leave my side, I've bandaged at least two dozen people who are all having a bad day.
» And I have no update on your dog-with-a-bone quest.
» Obviously you didn't have your tablet. Because you were naked and on fire. Clothes are in short supply around here btw, you should start considering just walking around naked.
» If you don't reply in an hour, I'm sending out a rescue team.
» So it's in your best interest to not get caught pantsless by Search & Rescue.

JORDAN PARRISH:

If you aren't busy singing Christmas Carols or humping poinsettias, I need your help with something.

Don't drop everything, though. I can find someone else just as easy.

Do people usually disappear in weird clouds of black smoke like that? Is that something we have to worry about now?

Is this place haunted? Or am I seei

Where's my Mom? I can't Oh my god, this is so messed up. Um. Hi. I'm Kira. I'm really not supposed to be here. There isn't anyone called Noshiko Yukimura here, is there? She's, like, Mom age, and I mean normally I wouldn't be asking about my Mom but I was just with her and she's supposed to so I thought... maybe whatever just happened happened to her too.

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.

Has anyone figured out yet how to bring people here that should be here? I'm fine with it involving diligent toil or human sacrifice.

Also, "happy holidays". I was told that was an appropriate seasonal greeting.

This place is full of death. Stinks of it. All the lights snuffed out like a candle.

The world seems grey. No red, no colours. It used to be bright and crimson. Now, it's all dim like. Greys and browns. Like mud and dirt. I miss the red.

So this is new.

Hi. I'm Millie. And working in Admin because apparently I am destined always to work in admin.

Still, thanks to the intake staff and medical, you guys are great.

Also I have a very important question about coffee and if it surrvived the apocalypse. Because if not I may cry. And I messy cry. No one enjoys it.

Christmas come early? I wasn't expecting to be able to suddenly be able to stream the entire Buffy series on my tablet, and yet. I mean, I doubt the people from the verse appreciate it, but I could handle someone implementing Apocalyptic Netflix.

Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just curious.