The 100; a panfandom game

This isn't good. I've been especially rude today, which is saying quite a lot since I am already... very, very rude. So rude I've not said I've got a TARDIS. Did mean to tell you. Meaning me. All of the mes. And my friends. So, by the by: she's fixed. Well. Not fixed-fixed. She's sort of fixed. Open for living. Have you all got your keys? Time to move in. If you want. She's meant for that, you know. Having loads of people on board.

Difficult to stop the talking once you've got yourself going, too many thoughts requiring expelling. Funny kind of... tickling sensation on the brain, isn't it? Talktalktalktalk. Who's managed to do this? Truth hazes don't happen out of the blue. Got to stop, but I'm never keen on slowing down my gob. Anyway. Things to tinker with, a TARDIS to repair now that she's fully grown, truths to avoid spouting, that sort of thing.

So...

Is anyone else feeling weirdly honest?

Merry Christmas everyone. Always loved Christmas.

And, since River shot my Fez. I now wear a santa hat. Santa hats are cool.

I've been reading about holidays in the library, and it seems that nearly all of them revolve a great deal around food.

I like that.

Violence and mayhem in the holiday season. Feels just like home.

Still, I'm really rather impressed at how everyone pulled together, for that and for the holidays.

Even with seasonal alcohol.

Whoverse

Are we doing something? We should do something.

Well, that was....something.

How does it even work, getting memories that I haven't even lived yet. How do we know they're even real?

( cut for spoilers and there will likely be some in the comments )

Days like this are a little sad, aren't they? Happiest of birthdays to my favourite prankster, Jane Austen. It's a shame I can't see you again.

Any tips for room decoration? It's getting close to Christmas, thought it'd only be right to have something on my side of the room. No Christmas trees though, I don't need flashbacks. Maybe we'll have a quiet Christmas this year

A holiday tradition I know I miss are the Christmas crackers.

Right. Not where I expected to end up, but I'm glad to see the Earth's survived to 2150. And I don't see any strange planets in the sky. At least we're in the right place in the solar system. No sign of Daleks so far, that's a very good thing. We must've done something right back in 2008. Or, somebody else must have. Not sure I was around in this universe - and I'll admit that's a sentence I wasn't expecting to say anytime soon.

I'm Doctor Martha Jones, I'll be helping out in medical. And I've heard there are people I know here - Doctor? Jack? Donna? Are you on this network, or do I have to come looking for you?

For all the new people, I'm Han Solo. Yes, that one. If you were looking for a welcome letter on how great the post-apocalypse is, this isn't it.

[Star Wars]

Least when we were under siege by the Empire we had something to do. All I got is al


I don't know how people live like this.

who ten & rose
what finally talking
where her room
when 11/28, after his walk with donna and seeing jenny
warnings angst? very PG

( We’ll be alright though. You said that once, and look at that. Here we are )

Oh. Ow. That was a head rush, wasn't it? Bit like a brain freeze after you've had an ice lolly. I thought I already had enough lives in my head. Not sure I was ready for a few extra years all at once.

Well of course. Why not?

So just how many times have you all heard how crazy all of this sounds? It must get so tiresome after a while every time a new person shows up. The shock, the disbelief, the confusion, and of course, the demand to get back home. I'm going to skip all that, keep it to myself and just introduce myself.

My name's Trish Walker, and I hear that Jess has already gotten herself into trouble?

You know how I can tell I've really gotten around? I'm delighted to have been dropped somewhere near a nice cozy bunker full of people who look like supermodels instead of being left out in the post-apocalyptic winter. Camping out in the snow wouldn't be my first choice. I like it in here. Very survival chic.

Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you all.

WHO: Rose Tyler, The Doctor (12)
WHEN: Early November, midday, backdated
WHERE: The mess hall.
WHAT: The Doctor and Rose reunite, a bit of angry glaring and general emotions ensues.
WARNING: Vague talk of losing people, as the Doctor does, and alternate universes.

( There’s a lot about this place that doesn’t seem to be possible. )

( Filtered away from Jessica Jones* )

Well, now that I've stopped seeing cartoon birds flying about, I'd like to say thank you to those of you who came to help this evening. I'm sorry for the trouble, though it can't be helped. Perhaps I'm only sorry I can't make it better.

Ah. Anyway, there it is. Hope you're all recovered and without any severe detriment to your person. And... more importantly, I do hope no one holds it against her.

[ *Until further notice, his posts will be this way because he doesn't want her to have to relive seeing Kilgrave any time he updates. ]

This place is fucking weird and I call bullshit on your bartenders. If I want to get shitfaced in a literal hole in the wall, I have the right to get shitfaced, especially on my first night.


EVERYONE FROM THE MESS HALL BRAWL:

Still not sold on... the hell did you call him, The Doctor? Who's just called "The Doctor"? Sounds like the kind of pretentious shit I'd expect out of his face.

Anyway, sorry for hitting some of you. Your friend's ugly.

( ooc; oop, just for insurance, content warnings for alcoholism and discussions of kilgrave's mind control under here. if you've seen the show, you know what's up. )

*The PA system crackles to life as a female voice, dripping with amusement speaks. At the same time the written message pops up on the network*

Hello Sweetie

Dad!

They told me you were here. Three of you, in fact, which I don't entirely understand, but they did say you're here. I knew I'd catch up to you! Donna, they said you were, too!