The 100; a panfandom game

SETTLEMENT COMMITTEES:

How are the details coming along?

COMMAND:

Brace yourselves. I've been told that there is no more coffee. Come tomorrow, we're all on withdrawals. This isn't going to go over very well with the general public. I think they've got enough for morning coffee, very weak morning coffee, and than that's it.

BIGBY WOLF:

Remind me again how nice a little house walking distance from here would be. Tucked in between some trees with a big enough area for the kids to play around with our front.

A lot of the Grounders are either traveling more often or relocating out there. I've been hunting outside our borders for a while now without running into anyone, but they're moving around so much that I practically tripped on a scouting party I didn't expect to find.

On a related note, spears hurt.

SNOW:

Your kids are monsters.

SHERLOCK HOLMES, ABBIE MILLS, JUDY HOPPS:

Orders came down from Parker about who's who in the investigation here, and that would be us. Everyone else is off the case for personal reasons, especially because some of them will be giving you statements about Emma's spell. So for the immediate future, you three report to me.

Since Mills and Hopps are brand new: Welcome to Mount Weather. I'm Bigby Wolf, yes that's my real name, no I wasn't affected by the spell, yes the six fuzzy toddlers who wander into the office are mine. Normally we wouldn't put people so new in charge of anything, let alone an investigation into alleged misuse of magic this big, but some of the anger from the other side of this situation comes from the lives that were in more danger than usual when we were attacked. People up the ladder are trying to make this investigation as unbiased as possible.

For the immediate future, the three of you are in charge of getting statements from people who are willing to give them. We're specifically looking at people who were under the spell, here, so don't start entertaining anyone who got a bruise from a goblin. If the Council decides they want to put charges on Swan for incidental damage caused by the goblin attack, then we'll start talking to people left behind, but I doubt it. I'll send you a list of who we're looking at. Upside of a couple of you being so new is that you're basically incapable of adding bias to a report when you don't know what the fuck is going on. Anyone who doesn't want to talk to you doesn't have to. Some people aren't interested in Emma faces consequences for what was done to them personally, and that's fine, but I'd shy away from giving your own personal opinion to anyone who does talk to you.

We've already got a confession under our belts, so at this point the police are basically set dressing who are gathering shit for the lawyers to use during a trial. Won't hurt to find out which of them would be comfortable taking the stand while you're at it. Murdock and Nelson will probably be taking this, since Walters was one of the people under the spell, and you'll endear yourselves to Murdock real fast if you record your interviews whenever possible.

Fair warning that the people around here are... opinionated. Just do your job and try not to give a shit about anyone who makes it harder for you.

LAW ENFORCEMENT:

Believe it or not, someone tampered with some of the newly harvest strawberries and rendered them inedible. We get to find out who.

Anyone on staff got sensitive smelling powers? Might make this easier if we've got someone who can literally track them.

Well, introducing myself does seem the proper thing to do, no matter how unnatural this device seems and so little art to the typeface. I believe this would go much faster with a quill and an inkpot, but I've been told those are but relics of the past.

I am Captain Laurence, of His Majesty's Aerial Corps, though I served in the Royal Navy for close to twenty years before that. Despite flying a Celestial, I confess this world of yours leaves me rather confused. It is as though I've hit my head all over again. I'm sure it will be a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'll be serving in the military on delta squad.

I don't suppose there's any black tea to be found? Or gin, for that matter?

Granby, Iskierka, they said the two of you were here? I suppose trouble keeps finding us. It seems Temeraire is with us as well.

Someone needs to either grow (or find) more coffee or get their hands on some goddamn tobacco. Expecting me to give up both is cruel and unusual.

BIGBY WOLF:

We need to talk.

LAW ENFORCEMENT:

All right, kids, now that the fucking Devil is around, we need to have a group talk.

I'm sure we're all a bunch of loose cannons back home on the hunt for justice or vengeance or inner peace, but this community's too small for us to be wandering around and doing whatever we want. There are rules and laws for us to follow just as much as anyone else. We're working with a new government here, and it's on us to set an example so that people feel like they can actually trust us.

Which means that if one of us likes being a smug shitheel, it'll reflect badly. Keep in mind what responsibility you're being given here. If you just want to fuck with people, you can do it while mopping up shit in sanitation.

As some of you have heard, the residents of Camp Jaha had decided to rename their village. From here on out, it will no longer be named at Thelonius Jaha. It will be called Arkadia. Tonight also begins their campaigns for council positions. Anyone who would like to volunteer to assist may do so on Level 7.

BIGBY WOLF:

I honestly can't wait till these people are gone. That warehouse is too cramped, and our food supplies are hanging on by a thread.

Brace yourself. We're very nearly out of coffee.

REMUS:

You awake, kid?

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.

Went out to hunt and ended up in that dragon's territory. I didn't see the thing itself, but I heard it from a distance, and something about the way it's marking its space smells off. Wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with the radiation. Something immunized all of us, but the dragon probably didn't get the treatment.

It's thinning out the hunting, though. If it starts moving too close to us, our hunters are going to have a serious problem on their hands.

There is nothing worse than half a dozen sick babies, and I know that I'm going to get sick in the middle of all of this. I'll press on, though. Work to be done, but if anyone needs anything for the Chancellor, I'm in my housing unit, but I can be reached through radio.

I ask that all of those who are experiencing symptoms and are in positions where they will be dealing with people to please stay in your quarters. We will fill in without having to jeopardize your health.

BIGBY WOLF:

Cancel anything you had planned tonight.

ROSE RED & LOKI:

I know this is last minute, but I'm taking a much needed break tonight. One of you will need to mind the children.

God, I'm officially turning thirty This Year. I know it's not actually any more significant than any other age, but it sure feels like it.

My ankle's healing up though and I want to go back to training properly, now that I'm not getting all my exercise pole dancing and fighting bad guys on the regular. Would anyone be interested in joining me for morning yoga? I'd be doing it every day so you could turn up as rarely or often as you feel like. And because someone's bound to ask, yes, it would probably be early. Maybe sometime around 6.30 or 7 for half an hour or an hour?

Hey, just so you all know, if anyone wants a shoulder to cry on now that the truth spell is over...

Don't call me. I know too much about all of you now. Thanks for that.

( cw: flippant discussion of suicide (he's not serious, but he's crass) )

WHO: Everyone inside Mount Weather!
WHEN: Starting around noon, ending around 2pm.
WHERE: EVERYWHERRRRRRRRE.
WHAT: Bloody Mary battle. Get your glass shattering freak on. Feel free to post narratives here.
WARNINGS: Likely character death (and resurrection!) and injury for sure.

( Bloody Mary was everywhere. )

BIGBY WOLF:

Well, that was a complete fuck-up. Times like this I wish I could have a bottle of Scoth.

I've already gotten with Law Enforcement this morning. They're beefing up presence around the compound, making themselves known more. Nothing out of the ordinary in the aftermath of this bullshit. Personally, I think the guy should have been shoved down the Witching Well for all eternity, but goddamnit if people don't just get in the way of doing things by the book.

ROSE RED:

I need you to mind the cubs a little longer, for obvious reasons. If you need help, get Loki.

LOKI:

Rose might ask for help. Do whatever you feel you need to.