The 100; a panfandom game

KATE

Hey, you.

MJ:

Peter came over and I saw the freaky arms in person. I don't know what to think.

You're going to tap that at least once before he fixes it, right?

MATT:

Hey, gorgeous.

SAM WINCHESTER:

So your drunk brother crashes on my couch sometimes after he lets Matt punch him in the face.

You want me to start texting you when that happens or something?

DEAN

You awake?

FILTERED TO SAM WINCHESTER:

It's like you're avoiding my calls or something.

Someone around here needs to give me one good reason not to murder Crowley that doesn't sound like total bullshit.

[Roommates]

My dog arrived in the pod drop. Hope none of you are allergic.

[Team we don't love Luci]

Cage is done. So am I.

FRIENDS:

The Pod God is a regular old prankster. I got Noh-Varr's the soul bow in the pod drop.

The memories may be bitter sweet, but at the moment these pics are better than nothing at all.

[Bobby]

There's one of you with my parents, if you want to see it. Or if you want it?

I've been here long enough now that...it almost feels like home. Is that strange?

[Winchesters, Harvelle, Singer - aka The Plaid Nightmares]

You know about the Horn of Gabriel? That'd draw Lucifer wherever you want him.

Maybe.

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.

Quick question: Is there anyone here who feels unusually healthy and really can't stand being in control of their own body anymore?

ANIMAL HUSBANDRY:

Can someone please explain to me what we actually DO down here?

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

Okay, so now that I'm more awake, not actively bleeding out (thanks Hawke. and thanks for your arms, too), and a little more past the "what the hell" phase, guess I should say something on this thing.

So...hey. Jo Harvelle. Friend of Dean and Sam. This is still so freaking wei

LUCIFER (THE OTHER ONE)

I'd tell you why I'm writing, but if you're as smart as you think you are, you probably already know.

CAS...IFER

So.

Cas, huh?

GABRIEL

Since I haven't gotten any porn from you, I'm guessing you're still alive out there somewhere.

WHO: Sam & Dean
WHEN: Monday night (22nd)/Tuesday morning (23rd)
WHERE: Their apartment
WHAT: Soon after this log, Dean goes to talk to Sam about what the fuck to do with Lustiel.
WARNING(S): Talk of possession. Swearing. Lots of swearing.


( Sammy? We gotta talk. )

» itS NOT CA
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I seem to be without a roommate, which to be honest suits me just fine. I do offer condolences for any who are missing friends they cared about however.

[Filter: Lily]

How are Did you lose

Would you be interested in a cup of tea sometime this week?

[Filter: Draco]

I suppose that you are likely happy in the room where you are, but if you would like to switch to the other side of my room, it would be acceptable.

We would need to set up some ground rules, however.

[Filter: Remus]

How are you feeling?

Where the fuck is Cas?

#thatmomentwhen You can't find the last edge piece for the puzzle you're working on.

I counted. All five thousand pieces are here. It has to be here somewhere.