The 100; a panfandom game

Soooo I guess I get to officially get my ass out of Medical today? Awesome.

Anyway, I'm Mike. Sorry. About all that. We kinda had a bad night and I'm still not completely convinced that this place isn't Soylent Green, but thanks for the patching up, docs. Sewing up. I appreciate it, even if I know I was kind of a dick that night.

No shooting, promise. I mean, from me. I'm not making any promises for Emily. Y'all should still be scared of her.

[Filter to Military Command/Seconds in Command/Sergeants]
According to one of my soldiers, the stone butterfly found yesterday may be indicative of a larger threat: Jadis, the White Queen of Narnia.

There is no reason at this time to be certain she is the cause. There is also no evidence that she is not, however. Requesting permission to take my squad to investigate further.
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[Filter to Dorian, Hawke, B. Hawke, McGonagall, Adaar, and Pevensies]
Good morning. I am contacting the four of you because we may have a magical danger afoot, and you are the mages with whom I am personally acquainted.

One of my soldiers, Susan Pevensie, believes that the stone butterfly found yesterday may be a real butterfly that has been magically turned into stone. If that is the case, the only way she is aware of to reverse the process is through the power of a lion named Aslan. We think it prudent to investigate whether any of the magic held by others here might also serve to undo what has been done.

You four undoubtedly know more magic-wielders here than I do. Can you study the stone butterfly and see if you can determine what has been done to it and how it might be undone?
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STEVE ROGERS, ASALA ADAAR, AUDREY PARKER, NATHAN WUORNOS:

I should probably tell you something.

We're hearing reports of a number of disappearances today, so I'm going to ask you all to stay where you are for right now while Law Enforcement does a headcount. Yes, even if you've already posted on the network to say that you're still here, even if you reply to this entry. For safety's sake, I want every single person accounted for face-to-face. I've asked them to check the job sites and residences first and then the recreational areas. We'll send the all clear to your devices once we're finished, but it will be much easier and faster if everyone stays put until they're finished.

Thank you.

OCTAVIA & BELLAMY:

I'm sure we're all busy today, but tomorrow, I'd like to teach you a few new things. Neither of you knows how to fight with a staff, correct?

ASALA ADAAR + STEVE ROGERS:

When you have a moment, I'd like a word.

MILITARY & COMMAND:

Surveillance spotted three disturbances just outside our perimeter. To the north, our intel indicates the presence of four frost giants. East south east, roughly 100 robots. West, orcs.

We're taking volunteers from our military ranks to form three separate teams to handle this. These teams will investigate the disturbances, and defend our home. From what I've been told about what's out there, you should expect hostility. The remaining military will then be assigned to the second and third lines of defense, as well as guard posts, to ensure all of the civilians within our walls are safe. You'll provide back-up, if necessary. Listen to your commanders' orders.

It should go without saying, but until we tell you otherwise, this information is strictly classified. There is no need to incite panic among the rest of the population if we can take care of this at a distance, and I have faith that we can. If these threats make it past our front line, we'll handle it. For now, we're concentrating on making sure they don't get close enough to breach our walls in the first place.

[ooc: remember, only the volunteers designated on this post will be on the first teams out; everyone else will be assigned other jobs!]

THE IRON BULL:

Could I bend your ear about something important?

Since it has recently been a question, I thought it pertinent to make an announcement:

The Rose, our local Mount Weather tavern, is not for children. That said, we judge whether you're a child or not based more or less on how you look and how you behave. If you show up being fifteen and not looking eleven and ask politely for a drink and don't cause any trouble, I don't particularly care.

Regardless of your age, we will boot you out if you can't behave yourself - and please, please do not get any notion that because I'm small or because I'm an elf I'm not capable of ousting you - but as long as you appear to know how to conduct yourself, you'll be fine. And if you have questions on how to conduct yourself, feel free to ask. I've got a good barkeep's love of giving advice.

I deserve this. I deserve to be punished. I deserve Warren's anger. I killed him. I stabbed him right in the gut with the Life Seed, and that's how he came back with no memories. Warren is gone, Warren is back. He had to come back, because that's what we do. And now he's here and he's ready to avenge his death. I deserve this.

Now that I'm a bit more settled in I thought I'd ask for a bit of help. Dr. Foster and I are attempting to put together a database of all of the universes represented here as well as any supernatural or magical elements that might go along with them. We'd also like to gather as much information about universes that may have once been represented here, but are no longer. I've come up with a survey for individuals to fill out and we will also be canvasing as well.

The hope is that with a better understanding of the magics and supernatural elements found in each universe we may be able to help individuals here. The possibilities across universes is really quite fascinating and there can be some good we can do for our fellow man perhaps.

Your name:
Species:
Other Species found on your planet or in your galaxy?:
What galaxy is your universe in? Specific planet?:
Noted differences between your species and humans?:
Noted differences between your environment and that of earth:
Are there any powers or magical abilities associated with your species?:
Is there a fictional representation of your universe here and if so, what is it?
Anything else worthy of note:

<b>Your name:</b> <b>Species:</b> <b>Other Species found on your planet or in your galaxy?:</b> <b>What galaxy is your universe in? Specific planet?:</b> <b>Noted differences between your species and humans?:</b> <b>Noted differences between your environment and that of earth:</b> <b>Are there any powers or magical abilities associated with your species?:</b> <b>Is there a fictional representation of your universe here and if so, what is it?</b> <b>Anything else worthy of note:</b>


Natasha
If I were a proud man my ego would be severely damaged by having my ass handed to me by a seven year old.

WHO: Mrs. and Mrs. Adaar
WHEN: Right after errbody was playing Wicked Grace
WHERE: Their room!
WHAT: Adaar asks Sera about her conversation with Cullen regarding wanting children, but no one can talk about any future plans until they figure out what to do with the Anchor on Adaar's hand.
WARNINGS: N/A

( I don't want to think about it being hard, or not fair. I could be good. I could be so good, even if everyone says I couldn't. )

Let's not do that again.

It's strange, remembering being a child so clearly.

That's right, Sera. I remember everything. Should I ever have children, you will not be allowed to watch them. I am popping every one of these balloons with my sword.

WHO: Asala Adaar and ~Hissrad~
WHEN: Tuesday, January 25th
WHERE: Sssssomewhere? I'll update this soon, Adaar's looking for him and it's set wherever she finds him.
WHAT: Asala tracks Bull down to make sure he's not running around and stabbing people to death or something.
WARNING(S): It might get sad? idk who knows, none for now.
STATUS: Ongoing


( He wouldn't be happy to see her.  )

Carol explained what's going on here, as best as she can. I know a lot of you know me already, but I don't know any of you, so I thought I'd introduce myself here.

I'm Steve Rogers. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, United States of America. The year was 1943 yesterday, and I didn't think we were capable of time travel yet. Mr. Stark says he has a flying car, but I think that's a bust. If you knew me, please let me know. I'm sorry you were expecting someone different. I know I ain't much to look at.

Pardon me for interrupting. A lady said I should ask here to find my family. My name is Cullen Rutherford, and I am lost. My father is Finn Rutherford, and my sisters are Mia and Rosalie, and my brother is Branson. I am not sure how I got here. My mother is sick, so I need to get home to help.

Where is my mom? Her name is Aurora.

I will admit to being slightly hungover after last night (and I need you all to please not talk so loud or walk near me or breathe or anything), but I'm not crazy in saying that there are many more short people today than there were yesterday, am I?

[Filtered to Dragon Age]

I have been trying to maintain my friendly and personable tavern lass attitude, but I swear on Andraste's supple arse that if I have to read one more instance of hand-wringing and wailing from people who have clearly never been hungry for more than an hour or two and don't seem to understand that the bloody dragon attacked our home, I am going to lose my mind entirely.



Whew. Sorry. Needed to say that. I feel slightly better now.

Make sure you're all on your best behavior, or you may be the next one on the menu, like the poor dragon who has so willingly added to our stores.

[Henry Mills]

How are you feeling?

[Angel]

You've been too quiet.

[Lindsey]

Settling into your new position?