The 100; a panfandom game

WHO: Felicia Hardy & Matt Murdock
WHEN: Sunday, April 12th, evening
WHERE: Felicia (and Kaylee, Saffron and Liv's) apartment
WHAT: Felicia and Matt finish what they started before they were grabbed up and dumped in the game. Matt almost nudges it into depressing backstory territory and Felicia's like "no, stop, tell me how great I am". He ends up staying overnight. It's short and ultimately sweet.
WARNING(S): It's a post-sex (post being operative), but just to be absolutely safe, we're going to warn this for sexual content. There's nothing explicit and it's mostly snuggling and flirting, but it's… you know. About sex. Matt's shirt is the only clothing that makes a cameo appearance.


( You can be wherever you want to be. )

Not my first dimension hopping rodeo, but usually someone knows how we got here. All we need to do is find the doorway

Are there any X-Men here?

I really don't want to get used to this no-coffee thing. I'd kill for a good cup of dark coffee. Guess that wasn't on the list of things to salvage.

I'll just have to make due with this... What is this? Tea?

I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm used to everyone knowing who I am.

Commander Shepard, SPECTRE and Systems Alliance Navy, currently the big guy with a limp. (Relax, doctors, I'm sitting down.) I either just turned 35 or... -4. Happy birthday to me.

I'll be doing actual work over in farming once I'm cleared for it. I grew up on a farm on Mindoir out in the Attican Traverse, if anyone knows what that is. I'm rusty, but I know a few things about getting what you can out of an odd growing environment.

Now that I'm more or less settled, it seems a good time for some kind of formal introduction.

You've all seen me by now, unless there's another 7 foot tall horned giant in your midst. My name is Inquisitor Asala Adaar -- just Adaar is all right. I'm also working as a guard for the prison, so if you'll let me be serious for a second, I want to say this:

I promise to you that this is a responsibility I take very seriously. Any prisoners in my care will be treated humanely and, most importantly, protected. I won't stand for any ridiculousness or any poor treatment of a prisoner who can't fight back.



Less seriously, I hate to be a bother, but I only came with the one outfit and nothing in your stockpile fits me. If I could be a pain and ask for a little special treatment sooner than later on the clothing front, I'd appreciate it.

Question for people out there who can actually see:

Does Ben Affleck look like me? Just curious.


FILTERED TO PETER PARKER:

Seriously? No one's outed you?

[...] Also, I slept with Felicia. I just feel like I need to be up front about that.

Well, I hate to say it, but I've had better days.

But, hello! I'm Lily Potter and have been made a shiny new doctor around here, so hopefully I don't see any of you at work -- regular comedienne, I know.

ETA: TRIGGER WARNING FOR WWII-BASED RACISM IN THE COMMENTS. THE WAR DOESN'T MAKE THE FACT OF IT RIGHT, I KNOW THAT.

I don't suppose there's any chance I might get a decent cup of tea? One could certainly use it after the experiences of the day.

I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Lord James Montgomery Falsworth, lately of His Majesty's Armed Forces, and even more recently one of the war's finest units, the Howling Commandos. I ask that you call me Monty, and that any accolades you wish to endow upon me for my stellar service during the war. Thank you.

And you may scratch the request for tea, as I've had a hell of a day, and a bottle of scotch would probably be a better companion.