The 100; a panfandom game

[Caroline]

Damon's gone, isn't he?

Has anyone seen Kara? Or Ringer?

So, uh, I have this thing with brain waves that comes with the plastic, and I'm pretty sure we just lost a whole lot of them.


eta: Is there some kind of process for this? Ticking off everyone who's still here, organising search parties in case someone timed a hiking injury really badly?

I just realized I've been here a week. It goes by quickly.

[Pevensi Charlie Squad + 505N]

Arguing with the devil. I'm pretty sure that's the definition of stupi futility.

Very well, I cannot contain myself. The art that has been salvaged and kept here in Mount Weather is magnificent! It is perhaps a mere compliment to what keeps our bodies alive, but I feel as if the vivacious paint strokes in some of these works keeps our souls alive. Do we have any record of the artists? I lost myself for nearly an hour in the beautiful blues and greens of a painting of waterlilies. And there was another of someone screaming upon a bridge; it is as if the work slithered its way into my head and planted a seed of terror!

We did not have much in the way of artwork in Yharnam; most of our artists had other concerns than creating. But we had architecture - dizzying spires and elegant gates. The day that they set fire to the historic cathedral in Old Yharnam I cried, and I had not cried for the people left behind. That must make me cruel, but it hit me very hard. It is difficult to explain; it felt like it was heralding the death of many generations rather than just one.

And home - Cainhurt Castle - it had art, and artists still very vibrant and ambitious and lively. There was always the gift of immortality offered to the artists of worth. But somehow all of their work looked the same in the end. Too much red. It should be used solely as an accent, no?

Like these lilies. The artist used pink and gold to signify light and shadow; it is ingenious.

Well, well, well, isn't this an interesting place. Not my creation, which is strange and doesn't seem like the Father's, usually he leaves his fingerprints all over the place. And you know how difficult it is to get fingerprints off the silver. All that polishing. But the multiverses, that's cute.

Anyways, the kind and lovely people in medical - sorry if I confused you with not being injured, it's a thing - said I should introduce myself.

I'm Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar. No, it's not a stage name, but I am fairly good at tickling the ivories. Or the violin, but it's been awhile since I've picked up one of those. Do you know how many bad renditions of "Devil went down to Georgia" and "Danse Macabre" I've had to endure? Practice your instruments, people, it makes a difference.

Yes, so I'll be joining the lovely people in Law Enforcement as an officer - it's truly ashame Chloe isn't hear to see it. And Haymitch, Sydney, and Willow - I'm your new roommate, I believe.

I don't understand all the customs of this place. Would someone explain to me what a Valentine's Day is?

Well. I am going to this Singles Night thing and I hope I don't end up sitting in the corner watching everyone else hook up. Which is usually my luck. But there will be alcohol so there's that.

Does anyone else miss home? I know...I should be lucky to be here, after everything that's happened in my life. I miss one of my best friends, but I'm glad I'm not alone here. I've been in a place where I've been completely alone before with no way out and I very nearly couldn't take it. I miss my boyfriend. Logic tells me that if there were some way to leave this place, someone would have found it by now with how many different people are here and how many different abilities each person has.

I know there are quite a few of you here and there's been talk about it before, but I'm curious. Forgive me if I'm repeating a question that's been asked before; I've not been here that long. Who among you all are magical beings of some kind? Witches or someone who can practice magic? I'm curious to know what sort of resources we have here and which type of enemies might be here who would try to hurt me or my friends.

[Caroline, Damon and Lexi]

You guys free this weekend?

So, I believe I was just shot? With an arrow?

I say I believe I was just shot because I saw an arrow hit me in the sodding chest, and it hurt like an arrow would (I have experience with getting shot, okay), but there's nothing there now. No wound, no arrow shaft, nothing.

And there's also no one about. I'm outside, about two kilometers away from Mt. Weather, but I've the ability to see people even when they're hidden, and there's no one here. Not within arrow-range, not by half.

...do I need to come by Medical? Just stings now, but I know what I saw, and I don't fancy turning into a mongoose or some such thing just because someone can't manage their magical arrows. What's going to ha You know, I'm coming by Medical.

In the interest of condensing the romantic well-wishes to as small a virtual area as possible, I've created a haven for Valentines Day messages. For those of you who are loud, proud, and uncomplicated, you can sign in with your network handle and password and leave messages for your sweetie and friends. For those of you like me who do better pining from afar, you can also send anonymous messages. I've left two examples open so you can see what it looks like.

All messages (besides the two examples I created) can only be seen by the sender and the recipient. And me, obviously, but I'd rather french-kiss an electric socket than spy on your nausea-inducing flutterings. The Mount Weather Valentines Day cache is open from now until 2/17.

Questions for me? Comments? Declarations of love? Boy, do I have website for you.

[ Please excuse any errors! This message was sent while flying the Catherdrone. ]

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.

Damn it!

My ring's missing. I never take the damn thing off. So, if someone's somehow magically taken it off my finger. Then give it back. It isn't worth anything to you. The only one it is worth anything to, is me.

Filtered to Soldiers: Bravo Squad

And, until I get it back. I'm stuck inside during daylight hours. Unless someone wants a barbecue. And, if it's all the same to you. I'd rather not burn to death again. It gets old.

[...] Shit. Somebody find that little pipsqueak running around the halls and bring him to me. I'm either gonna make him a Charger or wring his neck, if he's the reason why I'm missing my sending crystal.

Hello! I snuck in yesterday with my husband, but I'm Isabella. I'm Princess of a land called Valencia, where my family has (finally) been restored to their proper place on the throne. I appreciate our two roommates, who I think have already spoken to Gal and gotten along fairly well. Thank you for being understanding!

My people are known for singing and theatrics, so I apologise in advance if any of you are horrible and don't like those things. And I'll be working with the children here, which will be a very nice change of pace! How many are there?

I can't believe this is really earth-that-was and we're in the past. I always wondered wondered what it was like. There were stories this and legends that, but ain't nothin compared to actually bein there. Here! I wonder just how different tech is! And ships! I know they don't got none around here that actually fly but I'd love to see em anyway.

I'm Kaylee. I ain't from around here, but it's real nice to meet you folks. I hear there's magic and fairytales and superheroes!

Finally finished reading the Jane Eyre book Evie tossed at my head during last month's quarantine. Didn't much fancy it, to be honest. First of all, my god, poor Jane. That woman was cursed from the start then, wasn't she? Glad she managed to go to school after her wretched turn as her family either abused her or died of typhus, but then she got assigned to the middle-of-sodding-nowhere with Mr. Rochester and the swamp ghost family.

Terribly sorrowed that she didn't join forces with the madwoman in the attic, who clearly got the worst end of every deal, and probably just needed some hot tea and to be talked to until she felt much better. 'Madwoman', Christ. Is that an early 19th century euphemism for possessing an opinion? At any rate, there's a fire that conveniently kills her off and winds up blinding Rochester, and Jane goes away for a while, and then she comes back to be with Rochester forever because somehow it's not a deal-breaker that your love's first spouse got shoved into the attic with out-of-season winter coats and old army paraphernalia. Also, Jane has prophetic dreams and hears voices and whatnot which they never really sorted out, so I'm hoping that a few weeks after she marries Rochester she has a dream in which she adapts a flaming sword and avenges the abused, and then she leaves Rochester a note that says "it has all been very fun, and you have been quite good to me, Edward, but I desire to see the world and leave you in my wake before you poison my ev'ry thought" or whatever it is she'd have occasion to write. And then she'd train with a sword and hone her magical powers and have adventures and settle down with a nice person who doesn't keep their spouse in the attic, because again, how is she okay with that?

I don't get gothic romance.

And of course reminder that Fight Club's happening on the 19th, if you want to pop in and cheer for your mates or enter the ring yourself. I got my arse positively handed to me last month by one Faith Lehane, and I'm still dying to take on one of you nine feet tall types, so come on by! All's welcome.

Unless you're Edward Rochester, in which case, piss off.

Evacuation is apparently not necessary, so my apologies to anyone I attempted to hustle into the lower levels yesterday. We are not under attack.

[Filter: Mara Jade Skywalker]

With all the information gathering, who is addressing potential threats from the various universes here? I can't believe there isn't someone.

ooc: Feel free to assume!

Hanna's gone. People are leaving and everything is falling apart. Hanna left, Xavier left, there is NOTHING here that is real and we're all just pretending at being a community while hoping we don't get picked off

She's right. She's right. it's all on me. All my games, how did I not think it'd happen

I wondered for a while if any of you were real. But you're real.

Someone help me! Oh my god....no! NO!