The 100; a panfandom game

At least the apocalypse has Facebook? Priorities.


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

Attention, everyone! Auditions for Little Shop of Horrors are today in the gymnasium! To accommodate everyone's work schedules, I'll be there from lunch time onward, so stop by with a song in your heart and a spring in your step!

We'll also be doing crew requests with our stage manager, Cullen Rutherford, so even if you don't want to sing and dance, stop by anyway and see him.

Even if you've never been on stage before, this is a great community enrichment opportunity and way to make friends. We've just lost a lot of people, including a few of our veteran actors, so we'll need all hands on deck for this one, okay? Give it a shot, first-timers!

♥ ♥ ♥
Alison

CLONE CLUB:

Oh, God, I lost Mona. What am I going to do? She was a pain in my ass and I think she was ready to kill all the other actors but she could sing...

Please tell me this isn't going to be a disaster.

[ The recording starts with the loud, thumping music in The Rose and general party noises, as well as a clatter from Felicia dropping the device. ]

"Christ, this fucking... okay so like, I would text but you hate texting...? And? And I don't drink, this is why I don't drink, but Bull was all 'whooo this is my song now' and I was already drinking, and his pants are pink, so obviously... obviously I got up, right? I think I gave him my underwear, I don't know, he's over there.

[...] I think my boobs smell like blue liquor.

Matt this is stupid, our problems are stupid, and you know what? I love you. Men are stupid and every... shit goddamn it—" [ Muffled clattering because she dropped it on her face for a second. ] "I am—haha—it's like I'm bad luck, because I like the crazy ones, right? And I like you, and you suck. A giant man cow has my underwear, and I'm like... I'm not even bothered. Not even bothered. Because they're not my nice underwear, I stopped wearing my nice underwear, because I... am very... very attractive, I'm hot, did you know that? You're blind but I'm like an eleven? Okay maybe a nine right now. Eight. Because I need to shave. I miss you and I really want... hey. Heeeeey, no, I want another one. Hey. Hey—"

[ You can faintly hear Alistair in the background not giving her another drink before the post ends. ]

( ooc; all replies but the one to maya are from tuesday morning )

I think someone's tiny fuzzy elephant pet left a present in the mess hall entrance. Heads-up, people. Or heads-down, I guess.

FILTERED TO TECH DEPARTMENTS:

Wow, hi. There's a lot of you now. I've been doing my best to catch everyone on the way in and give the welcome spiel, but just in case I missed anyone...

Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom --

Wait, wrong speech. I'm Peter. Officially, I'm Second-in-Command of the tech departments, but that sounds super intimidating. I'm just the guy you can come to if you need something or need something to happen to get your job done. I know there's a lot of itchy fingers and questions about when we get to work on personal projects, and... trust me, I feel that pain, too. I'm hoping once spring shows up, we'll be able to get some more supplies in here, and I can give some of you a thumbs-up to do your thing. But hang in there, okay?

Hello, Mount Weather. My name is Edmund Pevensie, although you can call me Ed. For those of you who already know my sisters, I fall after Susan and before Lucy, although Lu's older than me right now. Which should be more confusing than it is

I arrived here yesterday, but it didn't seem right to interrupt the Valentine's celebrations by introducing myself then. It gave me a chance to figure out how to use this thing, and learn a bit about this place. I think I've got the basics: someone dropped a whole bunch of hydrogen bombs, don't go outside, and quite a few of the people here are from stories.

I'm looking forward to meeting all of you.

I'm told I was here before. And, well looking through this network, it sure does seem that way. And, that there's no use in me using my code name, since people already know who I am.

So, anyway. For those that don't already know me. I'm Chuck Bartowski.

And, for those that do. Sorry I don't remember being here before.

[Filtered to Sarah Walker]

So, I hear I missed Valentine's Day?

IF YOU'RE NOT HERE AND DANCING YOUR LITTLE HEART OUT, THERE'S STILL TIME!

Hello, Mount Weather! Two things:

I'm happy to announce that auditions for Little Shop of Horrors are coming up at the end of the month! Mark your calendars for February 25th, where we'll be holding open auditions in the gym after dinner hours.

If you're nervous about your audition, you could see Sir Galavant, who's generously providing singing lessons.

Second, Felix and I have put together welcome packets for all new arrivals to Mount Weather, which includes a pamphlet about all of the fun things to do here if we're not under attack. Also included in the packet are two bars of my handmade soap, three packets of dandelion herb tea, and a customised painted mug courtesy of our own Felix Dawkins (which, yes, we took from the kitchens, but they will be used).

I delivered the packets to medical last week, so all new arrivals should have received one upon waking up. If you didn't, please swing by medical or see me in Civilian Services to receive one!


CLONE CLUB:

Oh, holy Christmas cakes. All of you need to come by Childcare immediately because I just got some serious eye candy.

EDITED TO ADD: CLONE CLUB, MASS EFFECT, + MARAUDERS:

Wow, there are a lot of you. Okay!

This is your official invitation to join me and the kids in my apartment tomorrow night for family game night after dinner. We held one recently to get to know everyone, and you know what? There are more of you. We got Sarah and Kira back, and Tali, your friend Garrus is here now, and you know what? That's just great. We're making room for more family.

Please come! Party games include charades, twenty questions, Pictionary, and a whole host of improv games that actors do. Alcohol is permitted but not necessarily encouraged. I am not avoiding Valentine's Day

[Filter to Peter Parker, MJ Watson, and Ben Reilly]

I'm not quite sure what the etiquette rules are here for this situation, but between work and hanging out with you guys and little Benjy, I'm not sure my room is really getting much use as it should. Meanwhile, there's a newly open room in your place... Would anyone be opposed if I moved my crash space there?

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.

You really think you've been through it all and then, boom, universe proves you wrong.

Spider-Family

Uh, thanks. For, y'know, not just knocking me out until everything got fixed. Which, if you haven't heard, it did. So, don't worry about me crawling through the ventilation shafts again.

Loki

Hey.

Any luck with those dark alleys?

"PETER PARKER":

I heard you were here, so I just wanted to check in and make sure that you're okay. I know it can be a lot to take in, especially when you first get here. The whole other dimensions thing... I knew about them, but it's so different when you're in the middle of it.

FILTERED TO BEN & PETER'S FRIENDS/COWORKERS/ETC.

Everyone's having the same weird day, huh? Okay, big favor to ask...

If you see a guy who looks like a teenage me, call him Peter and DO NOT tell him anything about clones or Ben Reilly. I'm trying to handle this best I can. Thaaaanks!

Who would I need to talk to about having a night devoted to dancing at the tavern?

PETER PARKER:

I wish we could forget her again. Just that. I'll take all the other memories, if someone could just take away the memories of May.

I'm no god of thunder, but an Ask Me Anything is bound to dredge up something interesting anyway.

For those (few?) who don't know me I'm Ianto Jones, I work in IT, but back home I was with a secret alien research facility. I spent two years at the main branch in London and three years with the much, much smaller Cardiff field outpost - five people and a pterodactyl. Hit me with questions.

(As a free bonus answer, no, the pterodactyl did not do fieldwork.)

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?

[ooc: posted after Loki's message]

[Filter to Mayday]

Bring, bring, bring. Wake up call for the best niece around! If you need a wake up call. Didn't know if you got the sick or did that oversleeping thing we sometimes do because there aren't enough hours in the day and then it catches up. Anyways, it's probably later than you think and Benjy's terrorizing the daycare, so if you need us to pick him up, we can do that.

[ooc: few minutes after first filter]
[Filter to Spider-Family

Hey, have any of you seen Mayday around? She didn't go to pick up Benjy and I haven't been getting any answers back from her.

[Captain America]

This is awkward. Your thoughts on the arrangement, sir? Any advice?

[Alpha Team: Flash Thompson (TRN123), Steve Rogers, Rocket, Illya, Ringer]

I'm heading out soon to try and track down this dragon or whatever it turns out to be, but we'll meet when I get back. The top brass decided to restructure so here we are. You'll still be doing all the same things you have been in addition to working more as a team. Some of us know each other already, others only in passing. Let's take this opportunity to introduce ourselves and let the team know what skills you have.

I'll start us off. My name's Eugene Thompson but my friends all call my Flash. I was a Corporal in the armed services back home. I did two tours, one in southeast Asia, the other in Iraq. I was wounded in combat, later received the Medal of Honor, then was chosen to participate in a special government program. I'm currently bonded to an alien symbiote that does double duty as a super suit/body armor/whatever I need it to. I'm familiar with weapons and have a background with boxing and wrestling. I'm used to working on my own and leading small squads.

I come from a military background but I'm not going to make any of you stand on ceremony. You can call me Flash or Thompson or Sergeant. Anything as long as it's not "Sarge". Keep your head in the game, pull your weight, and our team will be in good shape.

[Friends*]

Guess who made Sergeant? Never thought I'd see the day.

*OOC: Feel free to assume.

LOKI:

You've been around a long time, right? So you can probably guess what this message is about.