The 100; a panfandom game

DEAN WINCHESTER:

You ever get the feeling you're the odd girl out in your group of friends?

Course not.

MCU AVENGERS, CAROL DANVERS, PEGGY CARTER:

Bucky's back. He's His arm He's not in great shape, so I'm going to be over in medical for a while.

Goddamnit. I thought you were screwing with me! I literally JUST got my ship back. It was clean. I had a crew! One that wasn't gonna threaten to eat me every other day!

I mean, probably not. Not unless I really deserved it??. Or we ran out of snacks.



Speaking of snacks, a big mac would've gone a long way towards making this day suck less, but apparently you BROKE EARTH too. I'm just saying. If you were aiming for Maximum Suckage here, you guys totally nailed it.

It looks like we're all back to the way we were before. I know it wasn't easy for all of us, but hopefully we have a little more insight into one another now. You all got a front seat to what my life was like before I was Captain America, and since I wasn't much use then, if anyone has any questions about it now, I can try to answer.

I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone for lending a hand over the last few days, whether it was covering extra shifts or taking care of people who were suddenly children. We needed that kindness, and you delivered. It's that kind of answer to an uncomfortable situation that I like to see: our community coming together to help each other out.

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

Hey.

CAROL DANVERS:

I love you. I know I said that this morning, but I already went a few days without saying it, so I don't think you'll complain if I repeat myself now. And thank you, for being so good to me.

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.

Greetings. I am Thor of Asgard. I do not know how I arrived here, nor do I remember going to sleep in such a small craft - though it is not the first I have crashed. It has been good to see familiar faces and I appreciate the concern of the medical staff. A most warm welcome, if thorough. I understand the need, and will aid however I am able as it seems I have arrived in the middle of a plague.

It is odd to me to communicate upon these Midgard Computers, but it is with luck that Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis have prepared me for this day. Perhaps one day I shall form words with all of my fingers. Or defeat the Solitaire. If you respond to this, I shall make every effort to answer in kind. I have also been assigned quarters and can be found there until I had made more sense of my arrival.

Uh, so. First of all, hey!

We're back from our trip out to Raven Rock. We've got supplies and samples, and we managed to figure out what happened to the people who were holed up there.

... Which means Martha thinks it's best if we're all quarantined until further notice, just until we all get totally clean bills of health. The disease that got Raven Rock shouldn't still be viable, but we're not taking any chances.

So we're all here, we just can't have welcome-back hugs just yet. And you can't hug the stuff we brought back, either. Give it a couple days and we'll be all good.

Backdated to yesterday
[Filtered to Carol Danvers]

Captain Danvers,
Sarah said I needed to contact you to express my interest in coming on the mission tommorrow. I'm familiar with the layout, and helped her to draw the maps. If that helps.

[Filtered to Carol Danvers]

Got an hour or two to spare today? I've got blueprints on Raven Rock worked up for you and the team, and I'm ready to brief.

CHATTY TO CAROL DANVERS:

-- It's hard, being away from home sometimes. It's hard missing New York. But I'm glad I'm here with you tonight. Make sure you find me before midnight.

This truth thing is crap. I skipped work to keep myself from babbling at people all damn day. I got on the network to check on everyone else and I can't stop myself.

I fucking miss women. I've slept with three men since I got here. I was trying to move in on Carol Danvers months ago, before Cap beat me to it. It's not that I don't like Cas, because I do. God damn it, do I like Cas. I have a hard time admitting it because I'm emotionally stunted and my first instinct is to lie about my feelings. I still call myself straight, and I know that's fucked up.

I lie about a lot. I don't think that would surprise anybody close to me, but I lie to Sam all the damn time. I know there are things we don't tell each other, and I'm fine with most of that, I don't really need to know about his sex life or what he thinks about Star Trek, but I feel like lying to protect him is my job, the way you lie to kids. I still think of him as twelve. I feel responsible when he makes mistakes or get into touble. I know damn well I shouldn't, he's a grown-ass man who can make his own choices, but I project like it's going out of style. He got all the good parts of our Dad and I just got the shitty decisions and the drinking. If I act like Sam needs me to watch him, I can pretend that's not true.


( content warning for discussion of rape in the dean/kate conversation )

I can't believe I

I know we're all recovering from what happened and Christmas is right around the corner — I don't want to pile too hard on anyone's plate, but I wanted to make everyone aware of where I've been.

I flew out to the Raven Rock Mountain Complex in Pennsylvania, another nuclear bunker like this one. In the war, it housed important Pentagon employees, but as far as I can tell they didn't survive like the community at Mount Weather. Still trying to figure out exactly what happened. They might have run out of food. I didn't get too involved in searching for answers yet. There's no evidence of slaughter, at least, but I will say this: the place isn't ... abandoned. It's Creepsville. Seriously.

So: I need to put together a small team to head out there after the new year to pick through what they have and bring back any usable supplies. It's mostly salvage and scrap metal at this point, but we can always use that.

Volunteer if you:

• Have flight or teleportation ability over long distances.


• Have some military and/or survival training.


• Are over age 18.

If we have a teleporter capable of taking other people alone we might consider people who can't fly, but because of weather, supplies, and the situation with the Grounders, we can't risk any kind of long-distance travel on foot.

All volunteers need to be approved by myself and the Council. We're not risking lives by taking someone out who's unprepared or lies about being qualified.

STEVE:

I still can't believe I missed all this. I leave for what, four days, and we get attacked? I could have helped. Christ.

[...] Look, I'm not going to tell you to stay in bed or anything but take care of yourself and don't push. There's time to recover, so just be good to yourself.

COMMAND:

I'm heading out on recon. I'm sending you my plans and my timeline and should be back by Saturday. If I'm not back by Saturday night, put together a travel-ready team that can come find me, because something's gone wrong.

I'll bring back whatever I can.

FRIENDS:

So here's the deal: I've been approved for long-distance recon to check out some abandoned military bunkers that should exist in this world. I'm leaving in a couple of hours and will be back Saturday. I'll be way, way out of range of the network.

Don't have too much fun without me, kiddos.

CAROL DANVERS:

Oh former roomie, I need a favor.

MORDIN:

I know you studied genetics back home, and you're absolutely genius with it. What did you specialize in?

HAWKE:

You've been kind of quiet lately.

I'm too goddamn old to be jumping worlds. Makes my bones hurt.

Logan. Bets gave me the basics, don't know if I trust anything yet, but point me in the direction of the asshole growing tobacco and hops so I can make some friends and I'm happy.

COMMAND:

I'm planning on heading out on these recon missions once some of the snow clears — I did a couple of flyovers farther north and it looks like we weren't the only area hit with a blizzard. Don't want to wait for the storms to let up, but it's going to put a damper on my search. So I'm waiting, for now, unless I get impatient and say screw it. (That's gonna happen before the week's out.)

STEVE ROGERS:

The Pod God keeps sending me my friends, and no one knows who I am.

I say to you, of all people.

KARA DANVERS:

Hey, Danvers. You up for a flight? Just for fun.

This place is fucking weird and I call bullshit on your bartenders. If I want to get shitfaced in a literal hole in the wall, I have the right to get shitfaced, especially on my first night.


EVERYONE FROM THE MESS HALL BRAWL:

Still not sold on... the hell did you call him, The Doctor? Who's just called "The Doctor"? Sounds like the kind of pretentious shit I'd expect out of his face.

Anyway, sorry for hitting some of you. Your friend's ugly.

( ooc; oop, just for insurance, content warnings for alcoholism and discussions of kilgrave's mind control under here. if you've seen the show, you know what's up. )

Oh wow. Wow. Do you guys get that a lot? The wow factor? Because this is crazy. Amazingly, totally crazy.


Ummmmm hi. This is supposed to be an introduction and all I'm doing is standing around like a dummy saying wow. I'm Kara and I'm a new arrival. Obviously, I'm sure you all kind of got that by the "wow" thing. They told me that there's other people here with... powers and stuff? That sounds stupid, when I say it like that. Or not stupid, just weird. But anyway, I need to do some testing of mine because of the radiation and other science mumbo-jumbo that I didn't really understand and I could use a partner?


This sounds like a dating ad for Superheroes. ... IS there anything like that? Asking for a friend. Annnd now I'm going to end the most awkward first post of all time. Hi, again.

CAROL DANVERS:

Your plan's been authorized, and you've been named Long Distance Recon Coordinator. I recommend recruiting Octavia Blake and Lincoln, the heads of Rescue & Recovery to help you with recovery missions whenever items that could be of use are found, but that's all up to you, of course.

Good luck.

Guess who's 37 years old and still awesome? Me.

FRIENDS WHO WENT TO HER LITTLE PARTY LAST NIGHT:

Honestly, I'd completely forgotten about my birthday until Steve reminded me yesterday, so ... thanks. It means a lot. I've been through a hell of a lot recently with my head being what it is and I think I've just kind of thrown myself into the housing projects to keep from going stir-crazy. I haven't really kicked back and had a good time with friends in a while.

Have I been a stick in the mud? Crap, I probably have been.

LEADERSHIP/DEPARTMENT HEADS+SECONDS:

Not gonna talk your ear off about this, but now that we've got some kind of BS treaty with the Grounders I want to seriously propose a recon mission that goes out way past our borders. I know I've brought it up, but you guys have your hands full with the day-to-day here. So, I drew up some plans (surprise, Steve) and I'm sending them to your phones now.

More and more people keep showing up, resources are going to get thinner, and we can't keep relying on random drops from the Pod God.

Included in the plans are locations of military bunkers that I know to exist in my world (which is comparable except for the superpower stuff) — like Raven Rock in Pennsylvania (practically next door), Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado, the Burlington Bunker in the UK, and the Shanghai Complex in China. If Mount Weather managed to sustain a population for a century, these places might have, too. Even if I don't find a surviving population, I could find resources.

We don't know anything past our pocket of the world, but the planet's a big one. I'm just proposing we try to learn more about it. Right now the Grounders are controlling the surrounding area on the ground and keeping us boxed in on their terms, but I can fly over them.

So, that's for your round table meeting today.