The 100; a panfandom game

CLINT BARTON:

Hey.

Sorry for being a dick.

I don't know why everyone's saying it was me.



It was (you're welcome), but Gabriel helped.

Mount Weather, I would like to pose a very important question to you right now.

What do you enjoy about being here? What's changed for you, since arriving, that you're finding you're really quite fond of? It's curiosity that's propelling me, really. Nothing more or less than that.

[MEDICAL]

Slightly more serious:

Traumatic brain injury most often presents itself initially the same way you'd find yourself concussed - you'd experience mild disorientation or brief loss of consciousness. Given that there are very specific ones of you that get batted about the head quite a lot, I would like to see you at least bi-weekly to ensure you're all right.

All right?

I can't really say anything about things suddenly appearing overnight, since that's what the circus does.

I'm not picking up anything bad about it, just that it doesn't seem to have much of a future. It's... I'm not sure. It's strange.

WHO: Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes
WHEN: Last night, early morning hours
WHERE: Wandering the corridors
WHAT: Bucky can't sleep. Natasha knows, decides to reach out. They have a heart to heart.
WARNINGS: Talk of mind control

( And there was another unexpected turn of the night. )

So, I know we're all a bit preoccupied by the overpriced coffee that doesn't even have latte art on it, but have we got anyone around here that does haircuts, by any chance? I'm two days from just shaving all of this glorious hair off and starting anew, because this Grizzly Adams look just isn't working for me.

Who: Jim Kirk and Christine Chapel
When: Late night Tuesday March 8
Where: Christine’s quarters
What: Jim shows up with a nasty wound
Rating: PG for a little language and if you don’t like reading about nasty wounds.
Status: Complete

( I don’t touch anything that looks like that without gloves )

TODAY IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so excited. Can you tell I'm excited?! Because I am! I'm super excited! We got a huuuuuuuge pod drop of potions ingredients! Potions is just about the only thing I'm good at besides brewing alcohol so now I can do more things! All of the things! Potions things. Need a potion thing? I can do the thing!

No, but seriously, who needs the things?

Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. I am to be a soldier in your army, but first I am told there is a tavern here.

Chocolate frogs beat out cake pops any day of the week.

Who wants to help me try out every flavor of these beans?

I do not care if they're the disgusting ones I want to try all of them.

Cosima Niehaus, happy belated birthday. It's hard to keep track under the mountain.

Let's have an impromptu party of some sort somewhere post-rehearsal. Some of you lot, come be entertaining. Alcohol is welcome. Devil Coffee is also welcome.

Musketeers, come take your clothes off. Cos may not be particularly interested because of her girlfriend, but the rest of us are, and that's good enough.

Spock

Chapel made me go to medical. And now they won't let me leave. Come keep me company? Please?

Hello Mt. Weather, I'm Annabeth Chase. They told me that I'd been here a couple of times before but I don't remember any of that. I can't say that I'm surprised that Earth nearly blew itself up but I can't help but wonder if the gods didn't give them a little help.

I'm going to be a mapmaker which is cool, I love that sort of thing. Nico, they said you were here and you're one of my roommates. I'm in the apartment now but no one else is here. So come home when you can.

Remus

You found your first clue yet, birthday boy?

CHATTY TO BUCKY BARNES:

-- So it's your birthday.
-- Want me to get some friends together for a party? Or do you want to do something with just us? I could probably find somewhere for us to break into.

WHO: Alexander Graham Bell and Dela
WHAT: AGB and Dela are working on Project: Trigedasleng Translator. See also: two total opposites are just about as cute as two people can be.
WHEN: We'll say like... Tuesday.
WHERE: Some common area.
WARNING: None!

( His influence was primarily that of discovering the spectrum of smiles she was capable of giving. )

( Left on his bed. Thanks, Alfred for letting her in! It's anonymous, but you know. Alfred let her in. )

Lois and Clark are gone. Sooo I guess that makes me the Last Kryptonian Standing.

It's all right, I promise. He felt kind of useless here, anyway. Sorry if you wanted his autograph and didn't get it, you'll have to settle for mine.