The 100; a panfandom game

Who: Cecil Palmer and Chris Traeger.
When: Late Friday afternoon (so slightly forward-dated).
Where: Cecil’s apartment.
What: Two guys being weird at each other. Also, herbs!
Warnings: Mental illness, likely mentions of disturbing Night Vale stuff.

( So, no, he wasn't spiraling quite as badly as he could have been. But to say he was doing well... that would've been an overstatement. )

This is literally the most terrifying vision of America’s future I could have imagined. Nuclear armageddon, living inside a mountain, pod people dropping from the sky? What an incredible time -- and place -- to be alive. The fate of human civilization lies in our hands. Amazing.

I suppose I should introduce myself! My name is Chris Traeger, I’m from Pawnee, Indiana, and I can’t wait to get to know each and every one of you. What’s your name? What do you do for a living? What are your hopes and dreams? Tell me everything!

Oh, and does anybody know if my two best friends, Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt, are here? Or my therapist, Dr. Richard Nygard? It’s very important; I see him five times a week. I can't miss a session.

I've been working on my radio voice. How ineffective would it be to start every radio announcement with "in a world... that time forgot..." ? Also, anyone think we should do those radio shows from the 1940s? If only we had the equipment, and a couple of fireplaces, and -- stuff.

You know, when I imagined my early twenties, I really thought I'd be in college. Not surviving the apocalypse. A few months in, this is still pretty weird.

Who: Cecil Palmer (moderator), Crowley, Steve Rogers, Asala Adaar, Alison Hendrix, & Deadpool
When: July 10, Debate Day
Where: Mess Hall (and broadcast over the radio network)
What: Cecil asks the candidates a series of questions in pairs, allowing each candidate a chance to challenge each opponent on two questions.
Warnings: It's kind of long? But in a good way!

( I've been handed a note asking me to clarify that 'overlords' is not the preferred nomenclature for this event. )

Chatty to Mordin Solus

» I was wondering
» Are there people from home you miss?
» Maybe someone special?

All right. I'm swallowing my considerable pride and going public because I don't have another option.

Stuck. In a devil's trap. Outdoors. In a bloody hurricane.

Some strange power has taken Sabriel away. I can't find her, in Life or in Death.

We didn't find any of the souls of the others missing in Death, either, when we looked. But it was

WHO DID IT? WHO DID IT?!

Fellow citizens of the Mount Weather Community. It appears that my dream journal has gone missing. It's about 6 inches by 8 inches, and on the cover is an owl. It's adorable and we all know how tempting adorable things are. (That is, after all, how most people contract throat spiders in the first place.) I can only assume that someone has picked it up by accident. I can only assume that no one would fiendishly, and maliciously, and purposefully take my dream journal. The journal of my dreams. My dreams. My dreams. MY. DREAMS.



Anyhoo! If you happen to see it lying around someplace, please contact me and let me know. I'd be happy to pick it up from you, right away.


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ooc: So I'm pretty sure Cecil just left it in a common area. Where, perhaps, someone hungry for entertainment picked it up and read it. It's full of the most horrifying, godawful Lovecraftian images you could possibly imagine. Feel free to have picked it up or passed it on to a friend. XD

Anyone else tired of the same boring, generic "let me be your representative" speeches? About being fair and caring and just trying to help? Hendrix was the only one who showed some bollocks, and she still had to go on about family.

I'm not looking to play patty-cake and sing kumbaya with the "Sky People". I'm looking to get what we want, whatever that might be, whatever it takes to get it. If we can get that through negotiating and compromise, splendid-- I'm a fantastic negotiator. I don't give up any ground that I can't afford to give up, and only in such a way that I still get exactly what I was looking to get. Hell, nobody could beat me in a filibuster, either. Perks of not being mortal. I'm looking to win. I love winning, and I'm damn good at it.

And let's get real. These "Sky People" don't give a damn about us and our interests any further than what we can do that benefits them. We've been dropped into living in this shithole mountain, and told where to live and how to live by some people who slaughtered hundreds of men, women, and kids and then took over their homes. We're a labor force; that's it. I'm all for being self-interested myself, but when that clashes with someone else's self-interests, things get messy. If they ever decide we're taking up too much space or not playing nicely or otherwise not compatible with their interests, we know what they're capable of, don't we? They're capable of being pretty damn cold and ruthless. And so am I. If it comes down to us or them, I'll make sure we come out on top.

Yes, I'm a demon. Yes, I'm the King of Hell. And that's exactly what's needed to stand up to that lot. Not some aww-shucks good ol' boy or someone you'd want to be best fwiends with.

AMA time. Go right ahead.

And remember: Vote Crowley. You're smart and sexy if you do.

It has come to my attention that Dean Winchester is not the current holder of Return of the King, and that it may in fact have been lifted without permission from a common area.

Library books are meant to be returned to the library when the reader has finished with them. They are not meant to be hoarded in private or taken out of turn. Those of us who read depend upon this principle. When members of the community do not abide by the laws of the community, order breaks down and chaos reigns.

Return the book.

The animals don't seem to have any interest in mating. None of my efforts are helping, but apart from moving them to a better space outdoors I don't know what else to do.

CROWLEY:

We need to talk.

SAM + DEAN WINCHESTER:

Teach me how to use a gun.

Then get me a gun.

I would kill for some Mallomars.

It's nice to know that, although the scenery may change, old friends may be absent, new friends may be inhuman and strange, the moon (whatever that is) may hang a little oddly in the sky, that some things will still be the same no matter where you go. Is it just time and people who fall out of balance here on a regular basis?

Consider this my official announcement that I'll be campaigning for Councilor, because why the Hell not?

Centuries of experience with negotiations, leadership experience, blah blah blah, guarantee me your vote and you'll get something in return. Vote Crowley.

Greetings, listeners readers.

I'm Cecil Palmer. I come from a lovely little desert town called Night Vale. I've been given the lay of the land, so to speak (the land doesn't quite so much lie as it does lie, pretending to be a mountain, which we all know is not a real thing), and have already met some interesting people. I get the feeling that this place has higher than its average quota of interesting people. It's certainly comforting to know that, no matter how far from home one gets, one is still assured that not all people are humans (and not all humans are people).

I've been told that I'll be assisting with radio operations, which is somewhat seredipitous, as I am a long-time veteran of community radio. While I try to find some answers about the mysteries that have befallen me, I look forward to keeping your interesting and hospitable community abreast of all the latest news and events. Feel free to introduce yourself! I know I will be doing the same.



Incidentally, has anyone here come across a vast, endless desert that stretches into a shadowy, twilight nothingness, at the center of which is a red, blinking light, the type as might come from a strange, transdimensional lighthouse, shining its beacon as a rallying cry to a huge and fearsome army of masked figures, and in which might currently be roaming a scientist with perfect hair and an oaky, caramel voice, and who answers to the name of Carlos?

If so, let me know!

[...] Hello. I'm Lirael.

I don't know what else to This land and its [...] technology? Is that the right word? It's very different from what I'm used to. I miss the Charter

There are quite a lot of you living in this mountain. Including some who are [...] not entirely alive. I can feel that there has been death here, and [...] I'm sorry that I was not here to help.

Testing?

This is so stupid. What am I even supposed to say? Should have given me a script, Bell

I'm supposed to be doing a test to see who can actually see this to check and see if the network is up and running. I guess if you can see this, reply back with your name and if you're having any kind of issues? I can pass them along to whoever.