The 100; a panfandom game

CLONE CLUB:

Sorry for being so... I dunno, dour over the holiday. Between Sarah being gone and Remus being locked up, it was hard to enjoy.

REMUS:

Hello, you. How're you feeling?

(ooc; it's past midnight where I am, but we're nudging this backwards a few hours. this isn't a truth vomit post.)

I brought back a deer. I tried not to damage the hide too much.

You know, my mother never liked Fenris. My mother never liked anyone I was with. Half the time I wasn't even sure if she liked me. She wanted me to marry up, you know. I might have been able to. We'll never know now.

I have no idea why I'm telling you this. It seems as if we've moved beyond answering questions and right into things-you-didn't-want-to-know. This would be a great time to ask me disgustingly personal questions. You shouldn't, but you could

[Filtered to Crowley]

Please tell me you have some sort of anti-truth thing that will help in case someone asks me at work today, "Why do you look so nice today?" and I don't tell them what I did last night?

I hope that everyone enjoyed the changing holiday decorations in the mess hall, and doesn't think anything less of Severus or myself for indulging in our little competition.

It really wasn't petty, you know, even though I take our House rivalry rather more seriously than it needs to be. I have fun competing with Severus. I actually think that green looks better than red, which is why I wear so much of it despite being Head of Gryffindor.

I always thought I was just lucky that my L2 implants only cause migraines, when so many other L2 biotics suffer so much worse — but I think I spoke too soon. My migraines are getting worse, and pain is spreading, mostly through my shoulders and down my arms. I keep forgetting things, little things, and every time I have a lapse in memory or get confused or zone out I start to think that the L2s are catching up with me.

I haven't told Shepard. I didn't want to complain; he has enough of his own shit to deal with.

I've had way better weeks than this one.

Seriously can't decide the level of sucky this whole crappy truthfulness thing is.

I guess it's not like I have a lot of secrets here. And, no bitches trying to torture me or whatever.

Hey, Mona. No signing shit as 'A', alright.

FLASH THOMPSON (616):

I've been thinking about this all day, and I don't really know why. It kind of reminds me of when we were all like teenagers this one time when we were playing spin the bottle. It was dumb, and I really wanted weed.

And I kind of can't stop so here goes:

Am I too much of a nerd? Or is it that I share my body with an Old One? Is my hair bad? Am I too skinny? Too talky? Not talky enough? Not sporty enough? Too old? Too young? Too what?

The ability to lie separates humans from other forms of animal. I don't see why losing the ability is cause for panic and concern, especially given that there are mind-readers and psychics in residence here who probably know all your darkest secrets and weirdest fetishes anyway.

Just trying to make you feel better.

This is getting old. There's some epic fail or epic trolling happening up in here.

I've never been awful good at lying. I'm a thief, not a conman. But, I still liked the bloody option for the little white lies we all tell so we don't hurt people's feelings.

But, also the option to not say, "Of course I bloody love you" when she asks. Because, I bloody well can't live without her. Why do you think I had my heart ripped out in the first place? But, I'm still mad at her. So, I didn't want to make it too easy for her.

And, I didn't mean to say that. Bloody hell!