The 100; a panfandom game

We've got more trackers made for those of you who would like to wear a tracker. We've also got a few trackers that can be implanted behind the shoulder — think of a microchip for a pet — that would make it so that you couldn't lose it. Those are still prototypes and will need to be tested.

If you're up for it, I'll make a waiting list. This should help us figure out what happens to people a lot sooner.

I've been sitting in front of this computer for about 30 minutes without typing anything, because I have no idea how to start. End of the world! Radiation! No internet! All very horrible and depressing things. We're talking nightmare fuel here, ladies and gentlemen.

But. BUT. This is better than the Central City Comic Con. I may have made very unmanly and slightly inaudible noises for the better part of the day. I have seen SO MANY cool people, and none of them are charging me $20 for an autograph or $40 for a picture.

So, uhm, hey. I'm Cisco. Sup?

Keelah. This is what dying feels like, isn't it? Everything hurts and my head and stomach and ughhhhh

This is worse than when I drink too much AND get a cold. Go on without me, save yourselves.

TALI'ZORAH:

Sorry about yesterday. My sister lost her boyfriend, and she needed to be busy. We made a whole bunch of soap for trading around here. She did this stuff back home, so it's something normal for her.

I'd like to be able to make it up to you some time.

TALI:

There's this unspoken rule that you're supposed to wait a few days before telling someone you had fun on a date, but I think most rules are kind of stupid. We're always trying to prove or disprove rules in science. End up mostly disproving them, so it kind of makes sense that I'm always trying to push the limits.

I'm babbling again.

My point is that I had a lot of fun last night, and you're cool and sexy as hell and I wouldn't mind doing it again. Sometime. If you were up for it.

FELIX:

Date went well. Really well, I think.

KAIDAN, TALI, MORDIN:

I'm not hungover. I'm just hiding in bed because...

I'm fucking hungover.

So, how's everyone feeling?

The best thing about not being able to get drunk is not getting hungover.

Mordin is it safe for me to kiss people? Apparently there's a tradition and I have a bottle half-full of alcohol and have never really kissed anyone because there was my suit, and it was awkward and things were too dramatic with the war going on with Garrus to ever get under the suits and there was too much of a risk of jeopardizing the mission so. Not that any of you need to know that.

So basically what I'm saying is that I'd like to kiss someone if it doesn't mean that I'll have to take antibiotics after or worry that I'm going to die. The line starts after Mordin says it's okay.

I always thought I was just lucky that my L2 implants only cause migraines, when so many other L2 biotics suffer so much worse — but I think I spoke too soon. My migraines are getting worse, and pain is spreading, mostly through my shoulders and down my arms. I keep forgetting things, little things, and every time I have a lapse in memory or get confused or zone out I start to think that the L2s are catching up with me.

I haven't told Shepard. I didn't want to complain; he has enough of his own shit to deal with.

I need to take another day-trip outside of the mountain to scavenge for more metal and junk to build tech for Carol's mission. Anybody want to come with me? We'll be back before nightfall.

If you can carry a lot and you don't annoy me to the point of wanting to shoot you, that's an added bonus!

I can't believe I

I know we're all recovering from what happened and Christmas is right around the corner — I don't want to pile too hard on anyone's plate, but I wanted to make everyone aware of where I've been.

I flew out to the Raven Rock Mountain Complex in Pennsylvania, another nuclear bunker like this one. In the war, it housed important Pentagon employees, but as far as I can tell they didn't survive like the community at Mount Weather. Still trying to figure out exactly what happened. They might have run out of food. I didn't get too involved in searching for answers yet. There's no evidence of slaughter, at least, but I will say this: the place isn't ... abandoned. It's Creepsville. Seriously.

So: I need to put together a small team to head out there after the new year to pick through what they have and bring back any usable supplies. It's mostly salvage and scrap metal at this point, but we can always use that.

Volunteer if you:

• Have flight or teleportation ability over long distances.


• Have some military and/or survival training.


• Are over age 18.

If we have a teleporter capable of taking other people alone we might consider people who can't fly, but because of weather, supplies, and the situation with the Grounders, we can't risk any kind of long-distance travel on foot.

All volunteers need to be approved by myself and the Council. We're not risking lives by taking someone out who's unprepared or lies about being qualified.

STEVE:

I still can't believe I missed all this. I leave for what, four days, and we get attacked? I could have helped. Christ.

[...] Look, I'm not going to tell you to stay in bed or anything but take care of yourself and don't push. There's time to recover, so just be good to yourself.

MORDIN, KAIDAN & TALI:

You'd all better be alive.

Mordin, throw me a message when you have some free time and nobody's actively dying. She cut through some of my meshes and I'm glowing. I stopped the bleeding, so I'll be fine until you get to me, but I won't be pretty when you do.

Medical is doing everything we can to put people back together, but we need your help to stay organized and make sure everyone gets the care that they need, so we're asking for the following:

First and foremost, check your phones. We are way, way too busy to be keeping an updated list of where everyone is or how hurt they are right now. Send your loved ones messages and keep an eye on the network so you don't miss them. We have a lot of people coming in and out of the hospital area right now, but I'd say the chaos is only semi-organized.

We have enough injured people that we're running out of space inside the hospital itself, so we're setting up tables, chairs and cots in the hallway just outside for smaller injuries. If you are not bleeding profusely, dying, or are otherwise in need of immediate life-saving, please go to the people outside the hospital. The only people we want to see inside the hospital are ones who need more long-term care. If you need some stitches before heading home, we simply do not have enough room.

Volunteers! Anyone with medical experience or who can assist and isn't a bloody mess, we need you. I'm not exaggerating when I say most people in Mount Weather need some kind of help today. If you can't help in medical, they need help doing clean up, or looking through the rest of the base for injured people who can't make it to medical themselves. Many of the sanitation staff need care, just like everyone else; if you aren't bedridden or immobile or generally limping about, you need to be helping out right now.

I know we all care for our loved ones and desperately wish to be by their sides when they're in the hospital, but please, for the next couple of days, visits to long-term patients should be kept short, and visitors should only come one at a time to reduce crowding. We'll make exceptions for parents with small children, but we have a lot of people and not a lot of hospital to put them in. Please trust us to take care of your friends and family. We're trying our hardest and it will be easier on us without lots of visitors underfoot, so no camping out at bedsides this time.

Anyone with magic or powers that can heal or reduce pain, now is the time to use them, even if you're not in practice with your healing spells. Our supplies are limited and we desperately need to reduce how much of them we use.

I can answer questions now because I'm on break, whether I want to be or not.

Okay. So, waking up in a medical bay surrounded by some of my favorite fictional characters is not the way to persuade me that this isn't just some weird, but really awesome dream. But, like really. Dr. Crusher, Simon Tam and Martha Jones in one medical ward. How could that not be a dream?

Anyway, sorry. I'll stop now, and actually introduce myself. Hi, I'm Charles Carmichael, you can call me Chuck.

[Sarah Walker]

Please tell me that they were telling me the truth about you being here.

-EY CAN'T BE DEAD; they were going to last for thousands of years! I REFUSE to give up h


Oh. Later timestamp. Did I short-circuit again? Where am I? What is this? Hello? My name is Dr. Catherine Chun. What's going on? Is this-- Earth?

Since the firearms competition got some good results, it's about time we did it again. Instead of regular hand to hand class on Tuesday, we're going to have a friendly contest to see which of you has picked up the most in the last three months. No bleeding and no actual murder attempts, all right? Winner gets a sense of satisfaction.

I know we have some new people and some of our students and teachers have disappeared recently, so let me say hello, I'm Commander Shepard. I've organized beginner's training classes that meet on weekdays. Anyone is welcome to sign up, and there are some open spaces for teachers if any of you are experts and want something extra to do with your time.

You know how I can tell I've really gotten around? I'm delighted to have been dropped somewhere near a nice cozy bunker full of people who look like supermodels instead of being left out in the post-apocalyptic winter. Camping out in the snow wouldn't be my first choice. I like it in here. Very survival chic.

Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you all.

I went outside because I thought I needed the fresh air.

Turns out, the fresh air's way too cold, and all I did was get snow in my boots.


FILTERED TO GARRETT HAWKE:

I know I'm not supposed to mention what you did the other day, and I'm not mentioning it.

I'm just checking in, seeing how you are. You said you were tapped out.

I don't care how many times I see it, snow is still weird.

[Filtered to the 100]
It almost makes you miss the filtered air and temperature control of the ark.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUC ...

Oh, hello postapocalypticlandia. The name is Daisy. Sup? Good to know we survive past the end of the timeline, and like. We're not doing too bad! Right? Right. Totally. So, I get the feeling we're all going to be super awesome friends. And when I say super awesome friends, I mean if this were MySpace (#TBT HOLLA) you'd all be in my Top 10.

Because, basically. I'd have no other choice. Unless I ki But it's a good thing we'd all pretty much break Myspace with the collective power of our Type A awesomeness. And I'm rambling So I have a job, I have a room and I guess we'll all have to get used to each other really quick. You guys are used to this. I am not used to this.

But I will be soon. Promise.