The 100; a panfandom game

JOHNNY STORM, TONKS, NICOLAS BROWN:

What the HELL happened to the living area?

It's like I fall straight on my face when I try to run because I'm dead fucking clumsy.

CHATTY TO DORA TONKS:

» Good news: Your mum's here!
» Bad news: She probably hates me.

[added later:]

» Good news! She actually doesn't hate me.

So, I was given a list of names of people that are here that would help me acclimatise. Which is all well and good and everything most of them I'd be delighted to speak with but some of that list is just entirely impossible and rather a cruel joke if I'm honest. And others I have no wish to see.

But they tell me Nymphadora is here?

I'm honestly unsure of what to believe right now.

I've been told that Magic is acceptable to discuss here.

Therefore are there any other Witches here? I only just started to learn magic back home and wouldn't much practicing some more.

Let's get on with the introductions, then. I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall. I shall be teaching, although what I'm to teach, I don't yet know.

I appreciate that the medical staff wished to have a familiar face facilitate my arrival, but I've spent enough time in a hospital bed of late. I understand that over a dozen of my current and former students may be able to assist me. If you were intending to come and see me, I seem to be in a Muggle laundry room at the moment.

Private to HP folks

Clarke has asked for some people to go with to a Grounder city for a few days, and I've volunteered to go.

Just, you know. So you all know where I am.

Hi everyone.

Lincoln and I are heading a diplomatic mission to the Grounders' capitol city, Polis. We're looking for volunteers to come with us. We'll be traveling through potentially hostile Grounder territory, so keep that in mind. We're leaving after the full moon and we'll be gone about ten days.

Let me or Lincoln know if you want to volunteer.

Sure, I wasn't doing anything important today.

Hello.

Someone care to explain that isn't a Muggle?

MAGICAL SORTS:

As you're aware, several of our community have been bitten and likely cursed with lycanthropy. We're working on a containment facility, and I was curious to see if any of you could assist with — I guess some sort of bigger on the inside enchantments. We had magic that could help us back in our world, but unfortunately our magical Fables are not here to assist. That's where you come in.

I should have my scouts coming back after assessing the facility to help me go over the plans and see what we can do. If you can help, please let me know.

I realise this may be a bad time, but [...] there's never going to be a good time.

Last night I wrote up something about being a my condition, and it may be helpful for those of you who are now affected — and helpful for those of you who aren't, as well, so you might understand the specifics of what people here will be going through.

If you've been bitten, or if you've been scratched, I'm so sor here to offer whatever advice I can and emotional sup perhaps emotional support. I also understand that I might be the last person you'd like to speak to, considering the circumstances.

A Practical Guide to Werewolfry/Lycanthropy.


JAMES POTTER:

Thank you, for what you told me. It made me feel a bit less hopeless. Maybe somehow, here, I can do some good, too.

JAMES, LILY, + SIRIUS:

Unrelated, but how, precisely, are we dealing with the ~Severus~ situation? I've done my best to have a civil conversation with him and I think given the war we're all past the point of namecalling and pranks. But I've got a few creative hexes that I

HARRY POTTER:

I've a question for you.

You have got to be kidding me I would assume that this is some sort of elaborate hoax if not for the number of people in on it.

[Filter; Jemma Simmons & Skye]

I have been told the two of you are my roommates. I am Severus Snape, and I hope that it is generally a quiet apartment.

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON?

It's no secret we've got werewolves around the camp. Hunting's been delegated to inside the perimeter and fishing hasn't been done since the Grounders staked out the river a few weeks ago. The terms of the truce are simple: the Grounders leave Mount Weather and its environs alone, and we leave them alone. The werewolves are playing a game of chicken with us, standing at the perimeter, daring us to do anything. We're in a tenuous position, and the full moon's coming up.

I'm calling for volunteers — preferably with some kind of fight training — to spend the next few days training when if they attack on the full moon. We've got a course going on right now on how to fight werewolves.

If you can't fight, you can volunteer for medical assistance. We're going to need it. Always good to have people who can mend others.

THE 100:

Times like this, I kind of wish we hadn't blown the the damn acid fog.

Is publicly calling for someone's death acceptable now?

I know whenever something stupid comes out of someone's mouth, other people are thinking it, so let me tell you all this: Remus is fine. He's fucking fine. He had an accident while he was taking precautions that have been working for years, and it's not his fault the one he bit was a goddamn psychopath who started an army. He's as much a member of the community as any of us, and I will bitchslap the next person who gives him shit, because it's the week before the full moon and this is when I get the best sex, so if I lose out because my hot boyfriend is too sad to put out, I will come for you.

Be fucking nice to him, or shut up.



Remus:

You all right, darling?

Private to Remus

Are you okay?


Private to Charlie

Charlie?

So let me make sure I've got this straight.

Werewolves showed up in pods. One bit a Grounder. Now the Grounders can kill us in new, exciting ways as the curse or whatever spreads.



And this werewolf who bit the Grounder is still alive, because...?

I'm still not convinced this isn't an elaborate joke put on by some wanker who thinks it'd be funny to pull one over on Potter, but I'm told that I should introduce myself.

I'm Harry Potter. Hello. They've put me in 504-X2, and I am a prison guard.

I don't suppose anyone is interested in practicing hand to hand with a partner, in the gym.

Or sharing a cigarette, if any still exist here.