The 100; a panfandom game

private to simon

why does everyone leave here

There's too much noise.

Private to Elliot

Have you seen horses before?

Did you all know there's a herd of tame horses about twenty miles from here? Something happened to their village and they've just been out on their own in the wild since then. Do you think there's room for them here? They'd work for you if you took care of them. I'd even look after them myself. I've been a stablehand before.

( Left for Elliot Alderson )

Do you see them?

Hey folks, so there's some stuff going down. What I need is this:

If you are not fighting or assisting in medical, you need to tell me right here and now. This includes children. If you are not fighting, and you are not helping in medical, then you are down in the prison with the rest of us. When we're not helping the other get ready, we are gathering blankets, medical supplies, food stores, to bring with us.

How do the seasons work here? Has there been any study of the effects of mass radiation on global weather patterns?

What the hell is really going on here? We're just supposed to accept that someone kidnapped us, dropped us off, and left us to our own devices? We're supposed to get on with our lives like nothing happened? Story of my damn life

Cool. That's not weird at all.

I'm Claire. I was a nurse at home. It looks like I'll be one here too.

The sky is the sky, yes? You look up at night, and there are the moons and the stars, and unless you're a scholar you likely don't know more than a single constellation or two. The rest are simply the vast mass of stars, largely indistinguishable from one another.

That was what I thought, at any rate. On patrol tonight, though, I looked up at the sky above, and it wasn't only the fact that we have but one moon here that seemed odd. It was the stars. I couldn't even tell you the names of more than two or three stars in the sky I know, but I can look up into this sky and know that it is not the one I slept under before.

It's a very odd feeling. One thing to know, another to realize.

[Penelope]
I owe you an apology for the other night. It's not as if I don't know that I sleep poorly after a bad day. I ought to have warned you.

You are all exceedingly exhausting

All too often do I find it easier to remain quiet; whether I am at the river or in my room, it is solitude I generally seek out. Particularly after Dr. Bloom left preceding my injury, I felt no compunction to communicate with you. And I do not n

However, I think a new hello is in order. My name is Will Graham and I suppose, for the foreseeable future, we should all learn to be friendly.

A very old copy of Sense and Sensibility was ripped out of my hands today while I was in the library, by some strange man I have never seen before. He was very, very shouty and he threw it at the wall and now it is ruine. He's ginger, he wore a sort of waistcoat, he had spectacles on. Who is this man?

[...] I can't find Inara

I know it's been a rough few days. I'm sorry I wasn't more effective during the crisis, I'll try next time to not cough up most of my blood so I can actually be useful as a doctor.

Hopefully everyone's feeling better. If not, come see medical immediately.

Thank you.

It's far past time I introduced myself properly. My name is Inara Serra and I've been asked to counsel those among us who might feel the need to talk to someone about what's bothering them. Trust me when I say that I've heard it all before, so please don't feel shy about opening up. We all feel pain; the differences are just details. What matters is how we unburden ourselves, and to whom.

I've been keeping to myself more than I should while getting my bearings, but those whom I've met have been unfailingly kind and welcoming. If you'd like to talk, you can contact me privately, but I'll be working out of the medical areas of our community for the most part. I look forward to being of service.

If I catch a dish, do I get to keep it?

Am I [...] really here?

My roommate is missing, and so are two of my friends from my world. I don't want to make an official call but it's been long enough that I can say that I'm getting concerned. I'm

I was going to ask Kaylee to movie night
It

RIVER TAM:

Where are you right now? Tell me you're here, please

AUDREY PARKER, NATHAN WUORNOS, GARRETT HAWKE, BEVERLY CRUSHER:

Is it wrong to feel like it's not even worth looking?

I've agreed to let someone punch me for educational reasons, my colleague is a cow, and my sister is now best friends with a tree.


Fun week.

MEDICAL:

I feel like we need protocol for talking to people when they wake up, to try and minimize ... excitement. I've been attacked twice by new arrivals, and Gates almost got killed by a very strong teenager with a fake leg.

We already have the "don't make Mordin the welcoming committee" rule.

The tree and I are now friends, and I would like to keep him.

When I was on the battlestar Galactica, there was a tradition that I found meaningful and comforting. All along a corridor, people placed pictures and mementos of loved ones they'd lost. Sometimes they would visit, pray or light a candle.

Perhaps something like that might be a way to keep alive the memories of those who've gone missing. And for those who came from the sky, a way to memorialize those you weren't able to lay to rest.

If indoors is too intrusive, maybe a memorial garden?