The 100; a panfandom game

The new settlements will be an exciting change, even above the practical aspects. It will good to be more a part of this world.

[Susan]

We're soldiers. We'll go where we're ordered, of course. After, though, what do you think? I wouldn't object to having less stone between myself and the sky, but I'd rather stay together.

At home, we celebrate Mothering Sunday earlier in the year, so I nearly missed this until someone mentioned it at breakfast. Happy Mother's Day to those who mother, whether your own children or someone else's.

This world is particularly cruel.

Tauriel is gone.

I am so happy to be back behind my bar, with my Alistair and my friends. Tavern regulars, you're all getting hugs when you come in. Deal with it.

[Filtered to Thedas]
And speaking of friends, we need a Wicked Grace night, promptly. Non-Thedosian friends and lovers welcome, of course, but I want to celebrate being back together, and congratulate all of you who beat back the goblins on a job well done.

[KILI]

If your uncle comes near me, I will castrate him.




We may be well past the days of getting along, in thanks to magic.

Who: Kili
When: Today, before Logan's post.
Where: Under the mountain where basically no one but dwarves would want to go.
What: Kili hears something suspicious.
( Kili knew mountains. )

Alright folks, following up on Blake's post, if you were bothering to pay attention. We've got a situation.

Scouts reported back, they ain't Grounders and they ain't our people. It's a camp of goblins, from the Dwarf's world - Middle Earth. I'd say this is the weirdest shit I've explained, but I'd be lying.

They ain't attacking yet, obviously, but they're prepping. Pretty sure they're not coming here above ground, neither. So we've got shit to do, and we've gotta get it done as fast as we can. Consider this all-hands-on-deck until we give the word otherwise. We're low on numbers and our military's smaller than ever, it's gonna be one hell of a fight, but we've gotta work it smart and be on the defense. Ain't my favorite play, but it'll give us a better chance.

Anybody with infrastructure, engineering, building knowledge or just able to lift heavy shit, you're working with Erik and Kili. They've got plans for where the Goblins are gonna tunnel, and we're going to barricade, fortify and prepare the best we can to tunnel these bitches.

Gonna need a group to relocate anybody in Housing 506, 604 and 605. If you live in these, get your shit to 504 and fill in the blanks for now. Don't care if you're cozy in 504 and you don't wanna share your newfound empty apartments, make room. Store your important stuff in the upper warehouses for now, CS has boxes and shit. After you do that, need some hands in medical to follow Hawke around and do whatever he says to prep.

Also need volunteers to clear out the library - Drake already offered to lead that up, report to him ASAP. Military - Soldiers, Scouts, FWF - if you fight, you should know where you stand - report to Rutherford and Pentaghast, they're drafting up defense strat and prepping combatants.

Civs, we're securing safe zones now. You don't fit in any of the above categories, I'll give you a job. Everybody better be working and getting shit done.

Everybody got it? Good. Now somebody get me a match and a beer.

With the absence of Lily, there's no official Life Support meeting scheduled for tonight, but I'd be happy to convene the group if people would find it helpful. Or perhaps a broader support group as we all continue to adjust.

In the world Tauriel and I are from, it would have been difficult for us to have a life together. Nevermind how I don't survive the battle - had I lived, we each would have faced banishment from our homes. She already had. For me. For wanting to do what was right.

My uncle was right when he said I asked too much of him. We could not have fought old scars and prejudices in a few weeks or a few months. Perhaps not even in a lifetime. The anger that our people held onto stretched back centuries. Our love alone would have likely never been enough to change their minds. I was prepared for that. I'd asked her to come with me to the mountain, but we each had duties to our kings that we weren't ready to disobey. I don't regret that. My uncle and brother and cousins needed me. Our people needed us. I couldn't turn my back on them. But I had hoped that when it was over, something would be different. Better. If the kingdom no longer needed me - if we'd all survived, Thorin would have been there to rule, and after him there would have been my brother - then I would have been free to do what I wanted. I could have followed my heart. I would have followed her anywhere. I wanted to show her all the things I'd seen. I wanted to watch her watch the moon rise over the mountains I once called home. I wish I could say it wouldn't have mattered what our people said, but it did matter. It simply wouldn't have changed my mind either. I had never been truly alone in all my life until I came here. Now I wasn't as ready to face disappointing my family as I thought I was. I've been angry, and afraid, and demanding in response. I wasn't sure how to be patient when we didn't know how much time we'd have. I wanted the life I knew I would never have in our world.

I wasted so much time on anger I found a place for a home that I think Tauriel would have liked. She wasn't made for living underground like I am, and she wanted to live among the trees, but now she's gone.


I think I'll build something anyway. So if she comes back, it's here, even if I'm not.

TAURIEL:

If there is to be a battle, I would be by your side.

THORIN:

I know I am Will you fight if they have need of us?

It's times like these when I do wish that Gandalf were around. He certainly always seemed to know the right thing to do. Me? I just stumble upon things and haphazardly find my way around them.

CHATTY TO KALLIAN TABRIS:

-- Is it very busy in the tavern today?

Greetings, salutations, et cetera. I am Sherlock Holmes. One 'version' of him, by the looks of it. A fact of which is disconcerting.

While I initially had reason to believe I was being quartered with Legolas, a second inspection of his appearance has not aligned with Tolkien's description. I still do not, however, agree with what it is my eyes have seen. Circumstances are not, as any new arrival can imagine, ideal.

My thanks for the mug and colourful pamphlet, it has given me a great deal of information of which I have, overall, very little use. I have been told I will be a part of law enforcement. To whom do I report? There's something I wish to discuss in private.

So. Lent in the Apocalypse - entirely excessive? Borderline ridiculous? Or I am officially a terrible Catholic for failing before the second day was out?

Actually, forget the last part. It's possible I nailed that coffin shut when I tried to assassinate the Pope inside the Sistine Chapel.

(For the record, he was a vile excuse for a human being, and his equally dispicable son did the honors eventually. But still.)

People are so annoying to me. This weekend I got a lot of "you're very cute but a little young for me". This is a general announcement that I'm 18ish, and therefore an adult and capable of making my own decisions about having sex and relationships. I don't understand why people get uncomfortable about age differences. Do they think that I'm immature because I'm not some magic number? And that I will become mature on a specific birthday?

I've gone through a lot. I was a coyote for seven years after I ate my mom and sister. I was targeted by assassins. I took algebra in summer school. Horrible stuff like that. And I say 18ish because I don't know how coyotes age or if my time spent as one "counted".

Is it a "take advantage of a younger person" thing? Because if someone tries to take advantage of me, I'll just kill them. See? You can totally date me now.

I don't care if people aren't interested in me because they think I'm weird. That's their poor life decision that they will later regret, because I'm an awesome girlfriend. But I don't understand why people get hung up over age. Can someone explain it to me in a way that will help me no longer think you're all being stupid?

{Edited to Add] Lydia suggested that I get to know someone before I date them and find true love. Please apply for consideration here.

Who: Kili & Tauriel
When: not long after she arrived!
Where: the hospital!
What: SCHMOOPY REUNION TIMES
Rating: They're basically Disney.

( And here he was, standing before her. )

I still do not understand the magic of this place or why we are here, but Kili trusts you and [...] that is enough for me.

I am Tauriel of the. Your forests are healing as well as expected, but still unhappy with the world at large.

This is a request I did not ever expect to make, but I felt it warranted an attempt. There are many of you here with assorted magics. Do any concern the creation of metals or stones, or the manipulation of existing materials into such? I have a vision for bladed weaponry that would be better suited to another metal-type than what I have currently.

SERA:

May I ask you something? It is somewhat personal.

All confusions aside (and there are many), what a waste of a perfectly good mountain. Where are the mines?

I am Thorin, son of Thráin, and I had better be returning to my people.

I do not trust this magic. What trickery is at play?