May 2016



RSS Atom
Powered by InsaneJournal

Previous 20

Oct. 28th, 2015


Hey, you busy?

Oct. 18th, 2015


Not to downplay the fact that half of this place turned into an episode of the Munsters, but that's way out of my scope of understanding. What I can wrap my head around is that I have a few trackers ready to go. I'm running out of parts to do more, but it's a start, right?

Is it just me, or have things been really crazy around here lately? More than usual, I mean.

Oct. 1st, 2015


ATTENTION to whoever's been mucking around with my things in engineering: stop. These are highly specialized tools. They're not for assembling furniture from IKEA. Go root around in someone else's desk.

How have you been, Scott?


You should go to this dance thing tonight, and you should go with me.
How are you doing, kiddo?
Stop hiding.

Sep. 28th, 2015


Guess who has two thumbs and got a job as a squire?

Sep. 23rd, 2015


I think I'm a broken record these days. Bucky's gone too. The older one.

At least... hey, Bucky, you still here? I can't lose

We've lost several of our friends recently, so I thought now would be a good time to spend some time together, all of us. Play some cards, listen to music, whatever you crazy kids do these days. We spend a lot of time - or at least I do - with our jobs around here, and sometimes other things get pushed aside.

Sep. 16th, 2015


So we all know it's damn confusing when someone disappears, and we have no idea if they're lost or injured or if they've disappeared completely. One of our own has suggested tracking devices. Now, I know there are privacy concerns, but I wanted to get a headcount of who all would be interested in wearing one of these devices in the interest in letting others know what happens to them.

I know that people will ask how do we know that the only time you'll use these is when we're lost. The answer is simple. I'll get with Legal to come up with a contract that states the reasons we would look into it, and then you'll have grounds to stand on.

This is volunteer only, of course, and we would never force anyone to wear them. So if you'd be interested, let me know here.

Sep. 15th, 2015


I don't know if anyone is keeping track of this stuff, but Luis pulled a disappearing act in the middle of a chat we were having. Someone please tell me people actually go home when that happens. If you have to lie, that's okay. Just tell me they go home.

Sep. 9th, 2015


[A small parade of ants wanders into the technology/engineering room.]

cut for picture :D )

Sep. 7th, 2015


After consideration, I've asked Peter Parker to co-lead the Technology department with me. Between the two of us, we should be able to direct you to the person you need.

I'll leave you all to figure out whether I picked another spider codename on purpose or not.


Before you even say it, I signed up for fighting lessons. And I might even get to attend those if the doctors ever give me a thumbs-up.

Hey, kiddo. Just checking in, seeing how things are going. I haven't been able to bother Hank much lately, so I hope you're covering for me.

Aug. 27th, 2015


I know this wasn't really a group vote thing, but if all hands are needed on deck, I have to take the suit out in the open.

Aug. 26th, 2015


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.

Aug. 25th, 2015


What the hell is really going on here? We're just supposed to accept that someone kidnapped us, dropped us off, and left us to our own devices? We're supposed to get on with our lives like nothing happened? Story of my damn life

Cool. That's not weird at all.

I'm Claire. I was a nurse at home. It looks like I'll be one here too.

Aug. 17th, 2015


Hello, Mount Weather. I am being forced, against my will, to introduce myself. My name is Hank Pym. I have several advanced degrees, so if you'd like to address me by my proper title, that'd be Dr. Pym. Some of you might know me as the founder and former CEO of Pym Tech, or through my work with SHIELD. Some of you might know my daughter, Hope. I don't much care to speak to you if I don't know you, and you probably don't care to talk to me if I do. That's all.

Aug. 14th, 2015


Does anyone else regret never joining the boy scouts? Not for proper technique on tying square knots, but maybe because I don't actually know what poison sumac looks like.

I just made the shadiest deal with a raccoon for some parts. You should know that.

Aug. 9th, 2015


Aw man, I don't feel so good.

Aug. 5th, 2015


I wake up late because I was out celebrating our victory over the bad guys, you know? and I go into the kitchen to make waffles, but I'm out of Bisquick, so I'm like, Aw man, this sucks. So I get dressed to hit up the 7-11 on the corner and the next thing I know, I'm lying in some hospital bed with all sorts of wires and tubes stuck in me and shit. And I start going, What the hell?! Yo, where am I?! Then this Indian guy with a British accent shows up and he's like, Whoa, whoa, hold on there, chillax bro. Everything's gonna be cool. So I ask the doctor, because this guy's a doctor, I ask him, What happened to me? Did I have a heart attack?" And this doctor, he says, Naw bro, let me lay this on you. Then starts talking about being in a place where different universes collide or something, and how James Bond could be here any day now.

And Ravi - the doctor's name is Ravi, right? He says I'm safe and I've got a place to stay here, and food and how I'm in good hands. And I'm listening to him and listening to him and then suddenly I get it and say, Now I know who you are! You're from that zombie show! You know, the zombie show on television? And Ravi's like, I don't know what you're talking about, bro. There's a zombie show? being all confused. And then I go, Oh yeah, you're totally from that zombie show, man. Your character works with that pasty white chick who's a zombie who eats brains and solves crimes. But I haven't watched every episode, because I'm not really into zombies, since they creep me out, especially Walking Dead. Then Ravi, he's trying to be cool and says, Yeah, I get it, bro. Zombies ain't everybody's thing. So you have any questions?

That's when I ask if I can have my pants back, since I'm wearing one of those hospital gowns, you know, one of those things that shows off your ass in back? Since I don't want to go walking around the place with my ass hanging out. And Ravi is all cool about it, but acting nervous like, and goes Maybe later you can tell me more about this zombie program, and I'm like, That's cool, at least the episodes I remember.

And then I get my pants on, and I check out John Stamos, and I go, Yo! John Stamos! Bro! I thought you were awesome on Full House. My cousin, Rosa used to have a huge crush on you! And John's looking at me like, Say whaaaat? I also see that chick from Star Trek Next Generation, and I go to her, Make it so! even though I'm more of a Star Wars kinda person, you know? But only the old Star Wars, because the prequels were all messed up by Lucas who figured packing each scene with a bunch of special effects would make up for the fact that the characters lacked depth so you couldn't really identify with any of them as the protagonist, and that they would also somehow hide all the plot inconsistencies in the story.

Now this is what I've been thinking, is that, I've been sent into the future, right? Kinda like John Carter in reverse. And like, maybe now that I'm one of the good guys, I've been chosen for some sort of wack mission or something?

That's pretty cool.

By the way, my name's Luis.

Aug. 4th, 2015


WHO: Hope Van Dyne, Jan Van Dyne, with a little Scott Lang
WHEN: Today. After this.
WHERE: Hope's housing
WHAT: Mother & Daughter reunited
WARNINGS: Some vague mention of the abuse Jan suffered at Hank's hand, but not anything more than a phrase.

And this was either a great idea, or about to backfire spectacularly. )

Aug. 3rd, 2015


Hi. I'm Scott. It's been a really interesting week, so I'm just going to cut to the chase and ask one thing.

Has anyone else tried to hold down a conversation with a tree, or should I head back to medical for another check-up?

Previous 20