The 100; a panfandom game

I'm gonna throw my two cents in here.

This place is awesome! I mean, where else am I gonna be able to meet Captain America and Han Solo? Like, for real. And, I've avoided losing my eye, which I'm pretty good with. I like having both eyes. Only time I want to wear an eyepatch is at halloween, again.

[Willow]

What's the betting that they have some snoopy somewhere. You want to help me look?

I figured now that we've all been here a while, it was about time we all got to know each other.

Hey, I'm Marcel. And, I'm from New Orleans.

Oh, and has anyone else realised that the animals here are weirdly delicious? Because normally they taste nasty.

Not to complain, but I would do some terrible things if it meant I could have some fish and chips from the takeaway place down the street from my flat. I've not been here a month and my cravings have already reached critical levels.

This is likely what happens when you subsist almost entirely on grease from the moment you stop living with your parents. Poor life decisions.

FILTERED TO BETSY BRADDOCK:

Can we ixnay the psychic prodding for a couple of days? I need a rest, I feel like I'm going to collapse.

And I'm kind of doing something on Friday so I'd like to not fall asleep or be aching or ... whatever it is this stuff is doing to me.

FILTERED TO JANET VAN DYNE + PETER PARKER:

Uh.

So

I asked Steve out on a date. Like a date. Scale of 1 to 10 for people who know me better than me: how much of a loser am I?

Hey everyone.

So, um. Since some of us are on an honesty kick around here, I thought I should probably join the party. So here goes.

I'm a zombie. The whole pale skin and white hair thing isn't just a fashion choice.

I know what you're thinking. "Ha, ha, Liv, funny joke, zombies can't talk." I know, right? It's crazy. But it's true. I went to the world's worst boat party, got scratched by this jackass and woke up in a body bag with a hankering for

Well, you know how it works. I think. Most of you, anyway? It's brains. I know, it's really gross. There is no way to make that less disgusting.

Anyway. I thought I should say something before it gets too late and everyone panics and kicks me out because I was hiding it. No one's in danger, I'm not just going to eat anyone, that's not how it works. My friend Ravi, he's been studying me to find a cure. And we're going to see if we can find an alternative here. He was my boss, in the morgue, and we don't have the, uh, supply. Here. So we really want to figure something else out before I have to go camping forever.

There you go, that's my big secret. I understand if no one wants me around now. I didn't want to be around me for months either.

KAYLEE, FELICIA, SAFFRON:

And if you guys want me to move out, just let me know.

RAVI:

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Who: Leia Organa & Han Solo
When: Late night, April 29
Where: Their room.
What: Han gets new memories, Leia can't sleep.
Rating: PG. For sads & mentions of future character death.

( Suddenly, all of it seemed unnecessarily dangerous. )

FILTERED TO SAM WINCHESTER:

You free tomorrow night, hotstuff?

FILTERED TO CASSIE LANG, JULIE POWER & NICO MINORU:

I need to talk to someone about this guy. For real. SOMEONE LET ME WORD VOMIT ALL OVER YOU.

I've got a deck of cards if anyone feels like playing poker.