The 100; a panfandom game

Sure, I wasn't doing anything important today.

Hello.

MILITARY:

Last night's patrol around the perimeter showed us that the Grounders, the werewolf ones specifically, are doing their own perimeter checks. There was no act of aggression, but it was pretty clear that they were daring us to cross that line. We didn't, but now we need to fortify.

What we need are soldier, scout, mapmaker volunteers to pick up extra shifts around the mountain for patrols. We know they know entrances to the area that we didn't, likely thanks to Emerson and his knowledge of Mount Weather, so we need to make sure that none of them get in. There are too many innocent civilians here.

Sign up here if you can pick up a half a shift or anything else.

HEY JACKASSES

It's been a while so we're playing cards tonight in the mess hall.

It's been a while since I've talked to you, I know, but that's because of Shayla. What did they do to me? What happened that caused this snap? It's never been this bad before. Men in black following me is one thing, but I don't even recognize this place. Probably because there is no place. This is all in my mind, and I've completely lost it. I told Krista everything, and something happened in that moment. There's no space pods, no radiation poisoning, no mountain haven. There is only —

This isn't —

I don't understand what is happening. There's too many people in my mind. I just need someone to tell me the truth.

hey one of you fancy muggle healers? i feel like shite.

and that's putting it nicely.

i'm too tired to be a smartass today.

What a fucking shitter of a day. I managed to find the only mutilated carcass of a mountain lion near Mount Weather. Damn near tripped over it. Right, so I did, fell right on my arse because there was blood everywhere and the grass and leaves were slicker than snot. Ended up coming back early to clean up and to make sure that there was nothing that was going to kill me in Medical. So, thanks to the Healers for clearing that up.

Anyone else going to the film tonight?

HP WORLDERS

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. It is my honor — an unfortunate honor, but an honor nonetheless — to present to you the newest (most recently discovered) member of our Dies In The Future club: Emmeline Vance.

She chose to fight, and survived the first war. She chose to fight again and went down fighting in the second. For all her efforts, along with the efforts of all the rest of us who fought and risked our lives and eventually lost them, I am sure the wizarding world is very grateful. They will tell stories and sing songs of all her achievements and her dedication to doing what was right. (They had better, anyway.)

Please join me in mourning her future passing, just enough for her to know how much she will be missed, but not enough to make her feel like she has to comfort you, because that shouldn't be put on her head. And then, when the mourning is over, we'll celebrate her life — and everyone else's — by deciding on the most appropriate item of clothing to wear to show our pride in our Future Death club.

She's thinking shirts. I'm thinking crowns or hats. What say you, my fellow future dead friends?

I want to hex something, but since a good number of you can't use magic the way I do, I'll settle for punching.

Filter to Remus

I don't know who else to talk

Test flight confirms that this is in fact my suit. Looks like our benevolent kidnappers decided it would come in handy.

Oh, and Rhodey's here. Pretty good week so far, I'd say.

Celebration music anyone?

I love it when something impossible happens.

God fucking damn it, I miss Moody.

Filter to Donna Noble

Oi, so, want to go snog for awhile and then watch that film with me tomorrow night? I promise I'll make it worth your while.

Eerie voice on the intercom?

Oh no! That's not disturbing at all! I'm ever so relieved now.

They've gone home.

If anyone else on the lower levels felt the crash, a pod landed right on top of us. There's some damage, but no one dead and very minimal injuries. I encourage anyone who's up now to come up to the first level, if you're in the mood for some clean up.




Thedas & Erik Lehnsherr:

I've been downplaying it, but when the 31st comes around, there's a full moon. Now, I'm almost sure that nothing will happen, because I may not be human enough (human at all) for the werewolf curse to work, but I need to take precautions. If I do turn, I'll be bigger and more dangerous than the Grounder, and we all know it.

I spoke with Octavia about converting a room into a proper jail that doesn't let out near the hospital, but we haven't had the opportunity to work on it yet. Erik, I know you've already done me a favor, but if you could do me one more and fashion something of a cage for me, I would appreciate it. There's another room here that's a floor above the hospital where... well, where nothing good happens, but it hasn't been used for anything else. It's not a cheery place, but it's somewhere to put me just in case.

I'd like you all to watch me for the night. I trust that if the worst should happen, if I should somehow escape, you'll honor your loyalty to me to make sure that I don't make it far enough away to cause any more deaths.

(Also: hello, Varric, surprise!)

Military:

We need to talk about containment options for Erik Lehnsherr, in case his next display of power is more deliberate. I don't want to be paranoid, but I don't want to be caught with our pants down, either.

Soooo.

Vance.

How'd you enjoy your glitter and confetti storm?

MY DWARF FELL OUT OF THE SKY. Believe nothing he says about me -- unless it's really, really interesting, then I guess I can forgive you.

If this means the Maker is taking requests, my next one is a pony.

Thick is the base thin everywhere

Taste with me, peaheads

The garden is coming along pretty well! It won't look it's best until next spring and summer, but for now it'll be just what we want it to be: a restful place, a bit of an escape. We've got a bit of a fountain set up, and the benches will be installed any day. Come autumn, we'll plant some summer bulbs and transfer a few of the autumn plants in to give us some color. Right now we're looking at it actually being completely open somewhere around the beginning of August, and we'll have another ceremony then.

Filter to Cullen

Hullo, mate. Did your flowers go over well?

Filter to HP-Verse

I feel like we haven't done anything just in quite awhile, so I propose we take over one of the common areas not used by the book group on Friday and have ourselves a bit of a party.

And I do mean that all of us are invited.

Filter to Skye after this

Hullo, I don't know if we've ever spoken face to face, but I'm Neville, one of the farmers. I was wondering if you'd be willing to lend that game you've mentioned a few times making? Cards Against Humanity? I promise we'll take good care of it.

In this world, the teacup can shatter ad infinitum Despite last week's little upset, I have found the fishing in this world to be akin to my own. Letting the river flow, waiting patiently for the quarry and baiting the hook are similar no matter where your feet are planted.

And I feel as though I have a good idea of the selection here to begin crafting our lures. I will not share.

Didn't even realise it was my birthday yesterday. Must be all the fun I'm having.

Since I haven't been here for a year yet, I'm going to keep my current age. I don't feel 25 anyway, though I doubt there'd be much of a difference.

Hello. The good doctors have been kind enough to explain to me how this [...] tablet works. I remain half-convinced that there is sorcery or deviltry at work.

I am Robin, half a world away in a land I've never imagined from my own Sherwood Forest, and a thousand years out of my depth.