The 100; a panfandom game

You know, I actually genuinely miss woodworking. It was always a half-assed hobby, for when I had the time, but I miss it. Guess I could put that to use with these settlements.

[ emma ]

How's it going, Swan? Hanging in there okay?

Here's hoping the inaugural radio show last night was vaguely interesting.

I need help naming it -- puns are always appreciated, and you get a bonus if it's particularly clever. Looking for something that gets to the root of who I am as a storyteller, so don't think you're barking up the wrong tree if you make a wood pun.

For those of you who knew her, Jessica Jones has disappeared. No need to look for her; we were speaking when it happened.

So here's a public service announcement I never imagined I'd be making: I'm seriously not a terrible person, I promise. I'm a (reformed) liar, not a cheater (except maybe in cards on occasion). Please don't continue hating me from a distance. Or, in one particular case, from very close while I'm sleeping. (Attention: Malia) End PSA.

I wavered on whether or not I wanted to weigh in, or if I was even ready to do so, but I feel like I should as both a close friend of the person responsible and one of those affected by what she did.

( cut, but not filtered )

[ TRISH ]

I called my your whoever's mom it is that has the boys and asked her to hold on to them for the day. I figured you're probably going to go where the masses are?

I'm going to go see my dad, since he's actually here. Two and a half fucking weeks and I didn't even realize he was here

WILL WOODSON:

Can you run a few errands for me? I'm on my way to the library to do the research about how the divorce stuff should go. I just didn't want to go to the lawyers just yet, because this town is a cesspool of people talking. If I can, I'd like to keep this as private as possible. No one else's business but our own.

JESS:

Okay, so I heard something happened at the Rabbit Hole yesterday? Were you there?

WHO: Rachel and Will Woodson (AKA Trish Walker & August Booth)
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WHERE: Their house.
WHAT: Rachel makes a decision.
WARNINGS: Some talk about alcoholism, adultery, and divorce.

( It's the right decision. )

WILL WOODSON:

I'm getting a sitter for the kids tomorrow. Do you have some time?

KARA ZALE:

We haven't spoken in quite some time. It's been understandably awkward and frustrating. I thought perhaps it was time we did.

So I suppose I'll start.

Do you love him?

WHO Will Woodson / August Booth & Kara Zale / Kara Danvers
WHAT A Parisian Affair.
WHEN Six months ago.
WHERE Paris: the flight to and then their hotel in the city.
WARNINGS It's an affair! It ends in a fade to black, and includes a good deal of suggestiveness along the way.

( It’s probably a mistake- but it feels right and I’ll leave mistakes for future Kara to sort out. )

It's good to be home, Storybrooke. That leg of the tour made me miss home even more than I usually do.

I'm glad to see we're keeping things interesting with the arrival of a mysterious pirate ship, too.

[ Rachel ]

The boys requested pizza for dinner and board games afterwards on the way to school this morning. How does that sound to you? Not sure which games actually still have all of their pieces, since they've gotten into that 'let's try turn everything small into something that'll go through the marshmallow shooter' phase, but we can find out.

I think my sister have spent many time in her class drawing. Some of my clan has come to show me these very graphic drawings. Jacob, she say she give some to you too. I'm sorry.

She has a very active imagination and many interest in anatomy.

MAYA LOPEZ:

I'm just checking in with you to see if you ever talked to that guy. Did it go well? Should we be planning to evacuate the quarters now and again?

AUGUST BOOTH:

What do you say? Want to give a 15 minutes story on this week's Trish Talk? Anything of your choosing, and it doesn't have to be non-fiction.

( Trigger Warning: Talk of Alcoholism - Filtered to Lincoln Campbell )

Good news! I've managed to attach a fairly sizeable bit of bolt to an axe despite having very little training and/or experience with the creation of bolt paper! (Bolt paper is, of course, the electrical sister to fire paper, with which some of you already have experience.) Congratulations, me! I've more testing to do before I release my prototype to our friends in the military, but I thought an update would not go amiss.

Bad news! I've tried to get the smell of singed flesh out of the Toolmaking room with mixed results. Deepest apologies! It's a work in progress.

Killian disappeared.

You know, it's just struck me that this is the longest I've been an adult without being made of wood in quite awhile. I woke up this morning with a stiff leg and could've sworn I was back to being a puppet.

HENRY MILLS

Alright, kiddo. I need some help and I think you're probably the expert.

In all of my topsy-turvy back-and-forth transitioning from kid to adult to here, a lot of details are pretty muddled. Think you can help me sort out facts?

AUGUST BOOTH:

You wanna get a drink after dinner tonight? Everyone'll be at the fight club, which means the tavern will be quieter.

You game?

HENRY MILLS:

Are you heading the fight club thing tonight?

I hate to disappoint my very eloquent anonymous Valentine, but my nose doesn't grow anymore. Not currently, anyway.

Excellent parties this weekend, though. And even better entertainment. Some of you ought to consider taking your romantic shows on the proverbial road.

( Delivered anonymously to: Zed, Logan, Max G, Stacker, Peter Q, Audrey )


( Delivered to Ravi, August, Lincoln (not Campbell), and pinned up somewhere Catherine's likely to see it )

Alright, I like to collect stories. Sometimes I collect them to package them up and rephrase them as my own, but those are just details.

Tell me something short and fantastic that you've done or that you know has occurred from your world. Promise not to steal it. Posting it here keeps me honest.

Pretty sure my teenage students are in for a whirlwind come tomorrow. As long as they don't turn out like teenage me, I'll have been successful.

And Miss Walker, whoever you are -- you are a natural on the radio. I don't usually even like radio. Call it the snobby pen-to-paper writer in me.