The 100; a panfandom game

What's Krissmiss and should I care about it?

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.

Who: Herc & Chuck Hansen
When: Today? I think!
Where: Medical.
What: Herc sees his son again, holy shit
Rating: F for all the Feels. Maybe some cussing, but pretty mild.

( 'What’re you staring at?' )

KYLE REESE & JOHN CONNOR:

I got a new housing unit for us. Pops is itching to be useful, so he's already been packing everything up.

PEGGY CARTER & ANGIE MARTINELLI:

Kyle and I are moving out. I know that Pops is a bit much. He's been this way for 30 years, so I don't think he's going to be changing any time soon. We also have another person to look after, so we're heading out. Thank you for being who you are.

For everything I took for granted at home that's scarce or non-existent here, there is chocolate. As a drink I'm used to it being new and fashionable and exotic, and I'd never seen it in solid form before.

Now if only I could be sure of an ongoing supply of embroidery thread.

[Filtered to Crowley]

Do you do Christmas?

[Filtered to 506B: Billy Kaplan & Teddy Altman]

I wanted to let you know that I'm moving out. It's kind of hard to explain. Just believe me when I say it's not you, it's me.

PEGGY CARTER:

Chuck's here.

Some days ago, a young man wished for the use of paper and pencil or pen. I hardly use it here, but my lap desk has been in my possession here for a little while, and I would like to offer him the chance to gather his autographs, if he still wishes it.

It looks rather lovely inside, with all of the decorations for Christmas, so festive. I will miss a Yule Log, though, and the merrily crackling flames as it burns slowly from Christmas to Epiphany. On Friday we shall be reading aloud A Christmas Carol, by Mr. Dickens, during our weekly gathering. Please do join us, as the kitchens have promised a bit of a sweet treat as refreshment during.

Filter to Cullen

There's someone here who looks like you.

A certain toddler got hold of my wand this morning -- my actual wand, you perverts, not the one that Ginny likes -- and then proceeded to cast his first spell. Naturally it was one that showered glitter every-bloody-where, so to the laundry folks, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. I'm also sorry that I seem to be spreading it wherever I go.

So I'm new Chuck. Hansen. You may already know my old man.

I'm keeping an eye out for my dog, Max. If you see a bulldog who knows a pretty girl when he sees one, sing out.