The 100; a panfandom game

So they got a movie night goin' on Saturdays, and I was thinkin' maybe we could get a group together who could see the movie, then go over to the tavern. Get to know one another and the like. I don't know what The Notebook's about, but it can't be any worse than Alliance stories.

SERA:

May I ask you something? It is somewhat personal.

Finding yourself out of time and place, with questions pertaining to sex, birth control options and seeking information on any topic surrounding those? You're in luck! Join Nurse Temple and I in the library on the 4th, 5pm, for the Mount Weather Sex Seminar.

We'll be offering advice, education, tips, answering questions and showing how to properly use condoms. Everyone, all walks of life, are welcome. But if you're a kid, I don't want any mums hunting me down, so get permission first, yeah? Even if you're not sexually active at current, this information will hopefully be very valuable for your future.

And yes, this is what I needed those molds for. Get your minds out of the gutter, pervs.

I'll also mention that this is a safe zone. You heckle, bully, shame or insult anyone, and you'll be escorted out. And you don't want me as your enemy, trust me on that. I work with needles.

BULL:

hey ~

got a favor to ask.

asking for shiny.

WHO: Mrs. and Mrs. Adaar
WHEN: Right after errbody was playing Wicked Grace
WHERE: Their room!
WHAT: Adaar asks Sera about her conversation with Cullen regarding wanting children, but no one can talk about any future plans until they figure out what to do with the Anchor on Adaar's hand.
WARNINGS: N/A

( I don't want to think about it being hard, or not fair. I could be good. I could be so good, even if everyone says I couldn't. )

THEDAS:

In honor of Cullen and Iron Bull being back as they should, I propose we take over The Rose with some good old fashioned cutthroat Wicked Grace. Kallian and Alistair, that means you, too. Let someone else mind the bar.

SIMON:

So you can tell me what crawled up your ass and died or I can guess. Your choice.

Let's not do that again.

It's strange, remembering being a child so clearly.

That's right, Sera. I remember everything. Should I ever have children, you will not be allowed to watch them. I am popping every one of these balloons with my sword.

I don't care if that child is normally your best friend, your sweetheart, your first mate, your mother, or what: a tavern is not a place for children. Babies who aren't aware enough to be picking up awful language from our regulars and aren't big enough to get underfoot, fine. Anyone who is currently between the ages of 2 and 15, however, needs to be elsewhere. No one loves children more than I do, and some of these are absolutely adorable, but taverns are for adults!

Carol explained what's going on here, as best as she can. I know a lot of you know me already, but I don't know any of you, so I thought I'd introduce myself here.

I'm Steve Rogers. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, United States of America. The year was 1943 yesterday, and I didn't think we were capable of time travel yet. Mr. Stark says he has a flying car, but I think that's a bust. If you knew me, please let me know. I'm sorry you were expecting someone different. I know I ain't much to look at.

Pardon me for interrupting. A lady said I should ask here to find my family. My name is Cullen Rutherford, and I am lost. My father is Finn Rutherford, and my sisters are Mia and Rosalie, and my brother is Branson. I am not sure how I got here. My mother is sick, so I need to get home to help.

I swear on Maferath's hairy ass, I don't know how or why I keep ending up like this. One minute it's all jokes and drinks at the Hanged Man, the next it's waking up in some cold room with people pointing lights in your eyes and asking your name. Why do I keep ending up in the middle of the crazy shit? I've never said anything but positive things about Andraste's physical features.

No one tell the Seeker, but I could write a dozen books in half the time with something like this.

[Filtered to Dragon Age]

I have been trying to maintain my friendly and personable tavern lass attitude, but I swear on Andraste's supple arse that if I have to read one more instance of hand-wringing and wailing from people who have clearly never been hungry for more than an hour or two and don't seem to understand that the bloody dragon attacked our home, I am going to lose my mind entirely.



Whew. Sorry. Needed to say that. I feel slightly better now.

There is much discussion on what to do with the dragon that has been attacking villages. Here are the facts:

• We have several Grounder refugees who made it here in the nick of time.
  
• We do not have a map of Grounder villages so we cannot send this creature to live somewhere else that is uninhabited.
  
• We have no assurances that the food in some fairytale preservation area would not run out, and that it wouldn't seek food nearby, endangering Grounders and us alike.
  
• We are currently in the midst of a very serious food shortage. We've run dangerously low on meat for most citizens, blood for vampires, and brain for our zombie citizen.
  
• We have all of Camp Jaha to support which we were not prepared for when we stockpiled our food for the winter.
  
• Wizards would be able to get dibs on dragon bone and blood for potions and spells.
  
• The scales could be used in clothing and armor.
  
• We have no solid hunting leads, especially not with the amounts of animals that are being found frozen by what appears to be magic.

Many of you want to destroy it, many want to preserve it. A few want to transfigure it into something else. All of those are legitimate ideas that deserve serious thought for. However, this administration cannot forget that we have another three months of winter with supplies running well below normal.

I am sorry to say that the chancellor's feeling on the matter is confused. Her compassion drives her to want to preserve the creature, but the pragmatist who cares for her people considers its ethical death to be a priority. The pros and cons are simply too great for her to ignore.

Priority to those who could kill the beast, but those who would like to attempt transfiguring are welcome to try. However, if you get in the way of those attempting to bring it down, there will be consequences.

I do not understand people who think dragons should be kept as pets, or ignored while they continue wreaking havoc across the land.

Who has experience with dragons?

Does no one know what's happening with the frozen people? It sounds like magic to me, but nobody seems terribly alarmed. It's not nearly cold enough here to just freeze people in their step.


DOCTORS+NURSES:

What's the situation around here for dealing with monthly bleeding?

Normally I am not one to make announcements, but the Troubles have caused enough trouble that I thought it appropriate in this case:

According to the tests run in Medical this afternoon, Messere Audrey has been successful in altering my Trouble. Rather than being a walking narcotic, I am now merely caffeinated. Doctor Tam says my blood, sweat, saliva, etc. are now no more dangerous than a cup of coffee. So, if you find me indoors not wearing gloves, there is no need for concern.

My name is Lieutenant Cremisius Aclassi, and I'm looking for my boss. Eight feet tall, one eye, horns. You literally can't miss him.



I also apologize for trying to stab a doctor. Won't do it again.

(ooc; backdated to just before carol & co. left for raven rock on the 4th)

CLOTHING MAKERS:

Hello! I was wondering if one of you could make me a scarf.

FRIENDS (minus Fenris):

Guess who's getting married?

This place is really damn weird.



But I hear there's dragons, so SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.