The 100; a panfandom game

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

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. )

Uh, well that was fucked up.

Tali, if I have to see you leave too, I'm going to lose my shit. Don't you dare.



That goes for anyone else, actually.

If I'm going to go down in the first round, I'd better go down hard.

Really regretting some of my life choices today.


FILTERED TO EZIO AUDITORE:

I hope you're as sore as I am this morning.

FILTERED TO EVIE + ALFRED:

For the record, I didn't see anything.

So. Lent in the Apocalypse - entirely excessive? Borderline ridiculous? Or I am officially a terrible Catholic for failing before the second day was out?

Actually, forget the last part. It's possible I nailed that coffin shut when I tried to assassinate the Pope inside the Sistine Chapel.

(For the record, he was a vile excuse for a human being, and his equally dispicable son did the honors eventually. But still.)

>> Military's going mad for setting their weapons on fire.
>> Unfortunately my staff lacks nice safe handles.
>> Want to spar anyway? Without the fiery death?

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.

[ Filtered to Roomates Bucky Barnes (MCU), Matt Murdock, Felicia Hardy ]

Firstly I would like to apologise for the somewhat whopping hole that is currently apparent in the wall of our room; it was not an intentional destruction and with luck, will not be repeated. Secondly, I have moved all of the hunter's traps that I made these past few days beneath my bed; I apologise for any sort of confusion and/or limb devastation that they've caused. Finally, I believe that only my belongings were ever on fire, but if anyone should find anything that my younger self managed to singe, do let me know and I will attempt to replace it post-haste.

Normally I am a good roommate. This week was a little... unexpected. I apologise once again.

[ /Filter ]

Jesus crackers! I get the joke now. Very good! Very good, indeed!

505(B) - Liv Moore, Anya Corazon, Sara Lance:

I'm out, ladies. (Enjoy your dragon brains, Liv. Don't be a stranger.)

505(O) - Matt Murdock, Alfred, Bucky Barnes:

I'm officially moved in. You're welcome.

[Matt]
Did you know I was dead?

[Friendly-types: Matt/Jess/Trish/Rose Red/Catherine]
I know I said I wanted to be more responsible, but I thought there'd be a little more easing into it. It's a bit like considering getting a houseplant and being handed a kid.

Luckily it's not quite as high stakes as if we were actually a fighting unit... I can do this.

MATT:

So how do you feel about talking?

Foggy Nelson's gone. Don't bother looking for him, I've already done it. Already talked to Alison. He's not here.

Lindsey, I swear to God if you ask me about a promotion in legal, you will be picking teeth off the floor. Talk to me next week.

I was thinking we could all use a little community-building exercise. DON'T GROAN. This will be fun. Maybe we're not all up to trust falls, but here's an easy one: where are you guys from? Because I know some of you come from some real zany places, and y'know what? Maybe there's someone else around here who used to live up the street and you never knew it.

I'll go first!

I'm from Forest Hills, Queens. A bunch of you probably know where that is, but it's (it was?) part of a place called New York City, which iiiiis... pretty far away from here if you're walking. It has to be about 250 miles north of here? Let's roll with that. We have a baseball team that never wins, some airports, and we're all fluent in the language of Mass Transit. Mostly because you can't leave Queens without taking 2 buses and a subway ride to get wherever you want, and you get really good at figuring out what they're saying on the broken loudspeakers in the stations.

WHO: Felicia & Matt
WHEN: I forget when, but sometime between Fight Club and Christmas Eve.
WHERE: The gym
WHAT: Felicia and Matt make up. It's sad and sweet. And it's in present tense, because reasons.
WARNING(S): Some self-hatred/body shaming in the beginning.


( Sorry, did you forget something? )

I see you managed to avoid spilling your guts all over the network. Bastard.

(ooc: I blame Andrea and Dawn for the contents of this post.)

Dear Pod Sayer, I wish that you would give us, your adoring people, an Olive Garden for Christmas. Unlimited breadsticks for everyone! #threefoldamen

Also, I've been out of check with the movie nights lately, have we shown the Grinch yet? Can we see it again, if so?

Also since we have like three Weasleys here, can the entire mountain get a Weasley sweater for Christmas?

I hate being immobile.

I'd probably hate dying or losing an eye or something more though, so thanks to medical for not letting that happen, and everyone who was fighting nearby and for that matter everyone who was fighting not nearby. And I must remember to thank Moon Knight if he ever turns up here, the upgrade he did on my staff really is fantastic work.

[Mapmakers]
I can't believe I'm saying this, but if someone has the time to bring me work I can do from my room I will love you forever. Seriously, I might even kiss you.

Yesterday was difficult for all of us. I know many of us were afraid - including myself - and I know many of us are frustrated to continue facing threats within our own home. I can't blame you for that. That someone, or something, would violate the safety of our walls to bring us pain and suffering is something that even I have trouble comprehending sometimes, and I know it isn't easy to see the light at the end of the tunnel after days like yesterday. We will endure, however, just as the Sky People have since they came down to the ground, and just as we all have since we arrived in this world: together. I'm incredibly grateful that we continue to come together as a community in times of need. Snow was right when she said you were all brave, and that gives me hope for our future here. Thank you for standing up for one another. Thank you for helping get each other to safety. Thank you for treating the injured, and for being patient as our medical staff works. Thank you for joining in the clean-up efforts and lending a hand. We're stronger together.



I've been told not to get out of bed, so I'm sorry I can't do more to help out right now. In the meantime, I'm running out of things I can do from here. Could someone bring my art supplies to me?

FILTERED TO PETER PARKER:

Maybe it's the fact that Lillian reads everything in the same monotone so it's all left for me to decipher, or maybe I took a few too many blows to the head over the last couple days, but ...


You okay?