The 100; a panfandom game

So the only thing that could have made the weekend better? Bacon. I was seriously craving bacon on Sunday morning.

Lexi

So, you know if you ever want a repeat performance. I won't say no.

Well, well, well, isn't this an interesting place. Not my creation, which is strange and doesn't seem like the Father's, usually he leaves his fingerprints all over the place. And you know how difficult it is to get fingerprints off the silver. All that polishing. But the multiverses, that's cute.

Anyways, the kind and lovely people in medical - sorry if I confused you with not being injured, it's a thing - said I should introduce myself.

I'm Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar. No, it's not a stage name, but I am fairly good at tickling the ivories. Or the violin, but it's been awhile since I've picked up one of those. Do you know how many bad renditions of "Devil went down to Georgia" and "Danse Macabre" I've had to endure? Practice your instruments, people, it makes a difference.

Yes, so I'll be joining the lovely people in Law Enforcement as an officer - it's truly ashame Chloe isn't hear to see it. And Haymitch, Sydney, and Willow - I'm your new roommate, I believe.

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.

I'm Crowley. I've been here since late May. Do I really need an introduction at this point? You should be listening to me on your radio every Sunday at noon. You should have voted several months ago for me to be your councilor. You should ignore supposedly upstanding citizens and authority figures who call for murdering me or putting me through legal proceedings just for existing (oh yes, that really happens here).

Ask me anything.

And allow me to ask my listeners: what shall I call my radio show now that it's solely mine?

~ Hey there
~ Missing something?

I'M DAMP AND COLD. DO YOU KNOW HOW UNCOMFORTABLE COLD DAMP FUR IS? I NEED A HAIRDRYER.

OH come on!

Gambit shows up. Actual Gambit. Remy Le actual cajun god of hotness Beau

And he looks like Damon.

Life is cruel. I am defeated.


If the above makes no sense to you, just know that it is a BAD THING. And hug me.

[OOC - Basically if Lexi has talked to you more than once you're probably on here. Or if you think you're on here, you're on here. Cause Lexi.)

Chatty to Lexi

Snow White said that blood was getting low for vampires. How low?

To all those looking for the dragon, good luck. If it is sleeping, do not wake it. That may yet buy us a lifetime without the need for slaughter. You may think this advice to be obvious, but I was still awoken by some who I can only assume received the same warning.

to whoever just made the joke that i should stay in quarantine because i look infected with SOMETHING...


ha-HA very funny. this is just my face.

it was a pretty good joke though

IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT

maybe

well now we just have to play it off

Damon!!!!

You know I could legally kill you now. No one would convict me. No one.

BIEBER!

Backdated to the 31st. Because I forgot
[Filtered to Command and Vampires]

Right, so animals are being frozen. And, I don't know about anyone else, but animals are getting harder to find. Since, they're fucking hibernating.

Which leaves us a problem. We have, at last I counted seven vampires here, from three different worlds. With slightly different needs. But, we at least need some form of blood to keep us, you know. Functioning. So, if you want to not let us dessicate starve to death, or whatever. We kinda need a solution.

And, yes. I know. Some of you don't particularly like me. I don't care. This isn't about me. It's about all seven of us. And, our whole community ethics crap.

FYI Disney World is NOT the happiest place on earth anymore.

Gonna have to recommend that people don't go there.

This truth thing is crap. I skipped work to keep myself from babbling at people all damn day. I got on the network to check on everyone else and I can't stop myself.

I fucking miss women. I've slept with three men since I got here. I was trying to move in on Carol Danvers months ago, before Cap beat me to it. It's not that I don't like Cas, because I do. God damn it, do I like Cas. I have a hard time admitting it because I'm emotionally stunted and my first instinct is to lie about my feelings. I still call myself straight, and I know that's fucked up.

I lie about a lot. I don't think that would surprise anybody close to me, but I lie to Sam all the damn time. I know there are things we don't tell each other, and I'm fine with most of that, I don't really need to know about his sex life or what he thinks about Star Trek, but I feel like lying to protect him is my job, the way you lie to kids. I still think of him as twelve. I feel responsible when he makes mistakes or get into touble. I know damn well I shouldn't, he's a grown-ass man who can make his own choices, but I project like it's going out of style. He got all the good parts of our Dad and I just got the shitty decisions and the drinking. If I act like Sam needs me to watch him, I can pretend that's not true.


( content warning for discussion of rape in the dean/kate conversation )

[Friends*, sans Enjolras]

Il sait, dit-il
Je ne peux pas le faire

I need a drink. Et, misère aime la compagnie. Anyone care to accompany me?



*OOC: Basically, anyone he's ever spoken to in a friendly capacity. Chris, Lexi, Georgina, Gaby, Beth etc. Feel free to assume.

~ So, hi
~ I'm Lexi. And also desperately want to know if they say 'thank pod'. And if they have pod prayers. And podfessions. And podmunion. So I propose going along to the next meeting with an interesting amount of blue vodka and a notepad.
~ It'll be educational or some crap. Also potentially hillarious.
~ You in?

So... I'm officially making a new rule for the apiary. And the greenhouse. And the rest of the animal and agriculture areas.

Please don't have sex in the animal or agriculture areas. Please.






Please don't.

I have good news. The brewers have made vodka. The catch is that it's blue. I sent some samples to the lab and was told that there's nothing wrong with it, it's safe to drink. It's just blue. And right now it's being infused with various flavours, so there's that.

It's pretty brilliant, we've got an alcohol now that's not bad, in all honesty. And it's been diluted down to a strength that won't kill anyone on contact.

There was something else oh, right The tavern is pretty well open for operation, and has been for a little while. But we're still working on a name, so if anyone has any suggestions, that'd be brilliant.

So this is what the future looks like. Seems kind of...dismal. No offense.

Anyway, hi. I'm Georgina. Interesting set up.

Oh fée verte how I have missed the sweet nectar of your embrace. The flavour of sweet anise upon my lips. Forgive me for abandoning you, mon amour. But, the fates had plans other than my dionysian pursuits.

This supposed "Pod God" has deemed to gift me with something from home, and who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I might be willing to share a bottle with the right persons however.



Apollo, I have found something which may belong to you. The red was wrapped around my green. As if protecting it from the ravages of it's fall from the heavens with it's embrace.

[Filtered to Beth]

Are you still wishing to learn how to dance, ma chérie?