The 100; a panfandom game

Didn't that lady just post about not accepting damn food from strangers and now you're all lining up to feed your coffee addiction?

No wonder the fucking devil wins.

Hi. I'm Emily, Em if I like you (don't assume that I like you). You might know me from such events as Medical Presents: Roundhouse Kick to the Head, and Ungodly Shriek II: The Bitchening. I got here a few days ago with the not-Grant Ward and now I'm free to go to my room to see my roommates for the first time (ew). I'll also be working in admin or whatever for legal, which, okay. Wish I had my secretary outfit.

I think this is pretty much bullshit and I hate this place but I hate wendigos more, so here we go. It's really something to meet you people. If you mess with me, I'll kill you. Cheers, bitches!

At least the apocalypse has Facebook? Priorities.


Uh Hey. It's Clint. I was told I have people. Katie?

SPN (minus Lustiel), KATE BISHOP, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, DORIAN:

Sam and Dean requested my help in private, but I assume they told the rest of you, yes? I'd like this to go without saying that my involvement and Dorian's need to be kept quiet. I don't doubt that this is the right thing, but it could throw the general amnesty agreement into question if it's public knowledge that I helped prep a cage for someone who hasn't technically committed a crime yet.

Dorian and I are going to be helping Gabriel build a cage in the Fade and reinforce it with binding spells. I can't say how long this will take; adapting magic is difficult between realities, and though Dorian is brilliant, he's also on at least two other projects at the moment. Thankfully, I recently accepted a promotion and left prison duty, so if I can come up with a vaguely important-sounding reason to disappear, I can duck away to help without causing suspicion. I know of a cave relatively nearby where we can set up shop for it.

How you manage Lucifer in the meantime is up to you. I won't interfere if I can help it, but if you get into any public fights with him or threaten him "unprovoked", we still have to treat him as a citizen of Mt. Weather and defend him. Try to take care that he doesn't possess anyone else while he's here. The whole situation is too dubious to buy that any consent given is genuine, and letting that pain spread around can't happen.

Jesus christ what the fuck LIKE OUR NIGHT HASN'T BEEN FUCKED UP ENOUGH ALREADY WHAT THE HELL?

if you fuckers try to knock me out again i swear i'll kick somebody else I'm not in the mood to be fucked with alright? We didn't eat anybody


[OOC: Trigger warning just for violence and some pretty brutal talk about stuff that happens in horror movies/games.]

This is horseshit. Someone explain what's actually happening here and not what them yahoos in that damn med-wing were going on about.

This is Crane's field of expertise but I've been thinking about this a lot since I got here, about how we got here and what might be possible here. Given our presence here, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume someone - or something - else from our own worlds would show up. Something that means harm to all of us. We've already faced a demon, and we know there was a werewolf out there somewhere. If that's possible, I can't help wondering what else might be, especially when we know nothing about how we got here or why.

I have this journal that was passed down through my family, full of details about magic and weapons and supernatural things that most people didn't even know existed. It's useful, but my partner and I always had to do a lot of research when faced with a new foe because nothing was compiled all in one place. We did a lot of guessing. I don't want us to end up scrambling for answers here any more than we have to, so I've started writing down everything I know about everything I faced in my world. The demons, the Horsemen, whatever other creatures we encountered. Their strengths, weaknesses, how to defeat them. I figure if I'm here, it's not impossible for the Headless Horseman to get here too, and none of you would know what to do if that happens.

What I'm thinking is that we all need to work together. We need to share what we know about the dangers we faced in our worlds so we're all better prepared to face what may come our way. If anyone wants to help me organize this, I'd be glad to have the help.

Everyone haas been far too serious. And, today is the perfect day to relax and rock out to some decent music.


You're Welcome.


[OOC: It's Tony's birthday. And, he's basically set it up so that the playlist that was on his phone is blaring out the speakers in the Mess Hall and Infrastruture at the very minimum. So, think AC/DC, Aerosmith etc etc.]

Charming accommodations. A hole in the ground reeking of stale sweat and light atrocity. Does this B&B have any other amenities? Black mold in the baths, complimentary half-eaten cookies? That hint of frost on the horizon just screams tropical getaway.

And what a thoughtful touch, breaking my GPS. Really sells the whole out-of-the-way vibe and forces you to unplug for awhile. Have to say, the free wi-fi doesn't do me much good if I can't share shots from my involuntary vacation with my Twitter followers.

Now where's the innkeeper so I can thank him in person?

SAM, DEAN, CAS:

You three are too quiet for your own good. The hell are you kids up to?

I swear on Merlins saggy left tit that if the Department of Mysteries had anything to do with this fucking fuck up, heads will roll. Jesus Christ, you fucking twats, I was IN THE MIDDLE of a fucking job and then I'm stuck here in post-apocalyptic whereever that the Muggles fucked up because Muggles and their fucking firearms ruin everything, all the fucking time.

I need a drink. Preferably with people who haven't just had the same crappy memories shoved in their head that I have.

And yes, I'm looking at you Solo, Reynolds, Crichton and anyone the hell else who could be fun who I may have left out.

CHARLIE

Hey. I need to talk to you about something.

That's not as ominous as it probably sounds.

FRIENDS*

So if I said I was thinking about auditioning for the community play, you'd say...?

The correct answer is "hey, that sounds fun. I'll try out, too". For the record. It's for the sake of morale and community and stuff.

CAS

How're you healing up?

CAS, BOBBY & KATE BISHOP:

Cas and Bobby have to take a vacation from being mad at me for today. It's Sammy's birthday.

If we don't embarrass the shit out of him it's a total waste.

CAS, BOBBY

We should build a panic room. Somewhere other than here, probably.

If any of you have confession fatigue, feel free to keep scrolling.

I made a bunch of messed up decisions the last couple years that put me in a shitty place. (Don't ask about those, that's not what this is about.) I've got an incurable curse attached to me. That's nothing the rest of you have to worry about right now.

Problem is, it might be killing me, and I won't stay dead if that happens. Shit, there's a good chance I'll end up dead out here for some other reason. If and when that happens, I'll turn into a demon. Being here is starting to look too long-term not to tell everyone.

If I go demon and start jacking people up, I need you all to take me out. Sam, Cas, Bobby and I can teach whoever wants to learn how to make devil's traps and write down an exorcism if it comes up. No idea if there's a Hell here for my soul to go back to, so an exorcism might just send the black smoke flying around for a while until I get back to my body, but it's something. Demons are vulnerable to holy water and can't cross salt lines. It might not come to all this, but I have to go in assuming I'll turn into a monster if it happens.

Like I said, I don't want to talk about the circumstances, but this is something you all might have to deal with. It's not a bad idea to learn how to handle demons from our world, anyway.


CAS:

We have to talk, buddy.

Seems like everyones viewing this like a fresh start. New world. New life.

Seems too easy but maybe I'm just fatalistic.

[Skye]

Look can we talk? No agendas nothing. Just seems like maybe we need to

[Stark]

You didn't happen to get pulled to hell on earth with a hip flask of expensive scotch did you?

Could do with a word

There is a gymnasium here, yes? Would anyone like to join me in a sparring match?

I guess it's my turn to come clean. I'd like to be honest here -- and I can't do that as Chuck Finley.

How did Fi say to start

My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy. I won't bore you with the whole story, but I was targeted by some bad people. They destroyed my life for a while, and once I built it back up, I nearly destroyed it myself. The only way I could finally get out was to fake my death. That was a year ago; I've been living under a false identity ever since.

Aside from a few key details, most of what I've told you about myself has been true. I do have a wife, Fiona, although our marriage papers are fake. Charlie's ours now, but he used to be my nephew. We adopted him after my brother died, so Nate deserves all the credit for that kid. Anything else I can clear up, I'm happy to.

I thought I'd spend the rest of my life undercover. A spy's work is never truly done until he's dead -- or at least until the world thinks he's dead. But I'm not in that world anymore. My kid could grow up here knowing the real me, I don't want to waste that opportunity. I hope you all can forgive me for not coming to my senses sooner.

The hell is this? Who do I lodge a complaint with? I got a major problem being here.