The 100; a panfandom game

It's a lot easier than I expected to change my sleeping patterns, probably because we can't see the sun down here anyway. It was strange to go outside and see it so high in the sky yesterday. I'm used to looking up and seeing the stars and the tops of the taller tents, the cloud maze and acrobats and stargazer.

I'm sorry if I seem to have stared at anyone. I've been trying not to, but there are a lot of interesting people here.

I wish to reiterate what you may have already heard from your friends and peers: please do not accept any form of food or gifts from strangers outside of the safety of these walls, regardless of how harmless it looks or smells. We have reason to believe that such gifts come with a magical price, and until we determine our exact situation it is (as ever) clever to politely refuse any offerings from strangers.

Stay vigilant and careful as you come and go. I will more than likely redirect your questions to Rogers, Adaar, or the relevant Head of Department. Thank you.

Just in case anyone needed a reminder: be careful with sharp corners if you're going to try on Jacob's boots.

TRISH WALKER & PEGGY CARTER:

Okay, it's time. This place is insane, and I want the two of you to teach me how to defend myself, because otherwise I'm a sitting duck, and I am not okay with that anymore.

MATT MURDOCK:

Hey, you. How are you doing?

KREM:

You got any free time today? Or tomorrow. Or whenever. I realized I hadn't been outside recently, and I was hoping you might want to come with me.

OBI-WAN KENOBI:

You have been oddly quiet, Master. What troubles you?

WEDGE ANTILLES:

Are you ready to fight me and have your pride wounded again yet?

( PRIVATE DIARY ENTRY )
[FRYE TWINS]

I haven't the faintest how much you know, but if it's less than me, then it is likely nothing at all. Keep an open eye when you venture outside of the mountain, brother.

I'll be leaving today for several hours to bring back the bodies of those deceased in a battle that took place outside walls yesterday. Try to stay out of trouble?

I find myself with some free time and it seems the cold weather isn't letting up just yet, so I'm taking requests for knitted items - sweaters, scarfs, hats, gloves, socks.. I can't make any promises about colors though.

MAGIC USERS:

Pentaghast is right. Magic comes with a price.

And right now, I want that price to be magical traps. Anyone interested in assisting? I've got a few ideas for some of them up my sleeve, but more wouldn't go amiss.

[Matt]
Still alive over there?
[/Matt]

[Ravi]
This is a random inspection to make sure you've eaten and taken a break sometime today.
[/Ravi]

[Winchesters, Harvelle, Singer - aka The Plaid Nightmares]

You know about the Horn of Gabriel? That'd draw Lucifer wherever you want him.

Maybe.

[Filtered to Asala, Cassandra, and Pevensies]
(after this conversation)

Inquisitor -

You asked that we keep you updated, and here we are. Based on what the scouts found at the scene of the Grounder battle, Susan and Edmund are fairly confident that we are indeed dealing with Jadis, the White Witch of Narnia. If we are to stay ahead of her, we need to begin planning for possible attacks and dangers now. I'd like a meeting with the five of us (and whomever else in Command you feel warrants inclusion) today, at your earliest convenience.

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[Filtered to Octavia]
We think we know what is causing people and animals to be turned to stone, and there is a possibility that the statues you found may yet be returned to life. We do not know for certain that the magic can be recreated here, but we must try. We need to arrange to have them transported to somewhere that they will be safe in the meantime.
[/filter]

[Filtered to Veronica]
If you've plans to be outside the mountain any time soon, do not go alone. There is trouble afoot. A proper announcement should be forthcoming, but I don't nothing ever happens fast enough for my liking around here.
[/filter]

You're welcome. Don't say I never gave you anything.

[OOC: Calendar event! Posted shortly after two of his songs played over the intercom, while the rest of the mix is still playing over the radio.]

JACOB FRYE.

Mr. Stark and I require you in the workshop IMMEDIATELY. And also Miss Frye! Whomever's most adventurous today!

WE HAVE AN IRON HORSE.

Mr. Stark thinks he can ride it, but I hold we are one whiskey too wrecked for that. And we haven't slept in two days. Three days? Honestly I'm not sure, the point is, you have got to see this thing!

Katniss?

Posted via Journaler.

Teddy

Um. Tell me I didn't wish anything out of existence.


Please. Alien metabolism > magic, right now.

I blame radiation for anything and everything that might have happened yesterday. Yup. Totally the apocalypse's fault. So And uh -- thanks, Mount Weather. For being so understanding.

So, I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess there aren't any automail mechanics about?

I know I've seen a few other people with -- prosthetics limbs, I guess you'd call them? Are there mechanics for those?