The 100; a panfandom game

ALFRED:

I cannot be the only one that feels guilty about putting our roommates out for an evening. Or two. Or three.

Fight Club on Friday! Looking forward to seeing your smiling faces get punched.

[ Filtered to Edmund ]

Speaking of, I say this from a place of love and concern: next time you have one of those screaming around the room bits, is it better to let you wake up naturally, wake you up, or knock you out with a brick to the back of the head?

Christ, mate. You scared the shite out of me You need to sleep, you know, there's probably someone around here who could get you some sort of tea to put you under or something. Potion. Something. It's been ages since you've made it through the night all the way.

[ /Filter ]

Greetings, salutations, et cetera. I am Sherlock Holmes. One 'version' of him, by the looks of it. A fact of which is disconcerting.

While I initially had reason to believe I was being quartered with Legolas, a second inspection of his appearance has not aligned with Tolkien's description. I still do not, however, agree with what it is my eyes have seen. Circumstances are not, as any new arrival can imagine, ideal.

My thanks for the mug and colourful pamphlet, it has given me a great deal of information of which I have, overall, very little use. I have been told I will be a part of law enforcement. To whom do I report? There's something I wish to discuss in private.

Well. I'm here! I tried not being here, briefly, but nothing happened, so... here I am! Hello, Mount Weather. I'm to be a washer of dishes, which is a refreshing change from my previous job titles. I'm a bit flummoxed about the whole "fictional" thing - yet working through it - and on the whole am well delighted to be a guest in your lovely... town? fortress? hideaway? ...bungalow? until I figure out how to return once more to Yharnam and put everything back the way it's supposed to be.

My name's Sami - Sam's fine - and I like pastries, history, the soppiest of love stories and killing things that need killing. I'm also, incidentally, in a bit of a pickle. You see, I'm trying to figure out how to errrrrrrrrr be a God STRIKE FEAR IN THE HEART OF MAN get used to recent changes in my life, and mostly, that's just led to public intoxication. Not that alcohol really works on me, so I just have to make it work on me, but that's neither here nor there. Where's the pub? That'd be lovely, thank you.

"For this is what it means to be a king: to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat, and when there is famine in the land (as must be now and then in bad years) to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land."

King Lune of Archenland

"Be alert, be diligent, be patient, and a solution will present itself."

Richard Pevensie

Well done, everyone working on the coffee shortage. What is the best piece of advice you've been given or heard given?

[Filtered to Lucy]

Lu? How are you doing with all?

[Filtered to Su

( 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?

RESCUE & RECOVERY:

I need volunteers to head out tomorrow. Military's found some dead Grounders and what they think might be some of our people who left the mountain. Either way, these people deserve to honored by their people, so that's what we're going to go: head out there and bring them back.

CLARKE GRIFFIN:

You think you can get a hold of Lexa? Some of her people were among the dead.

MILITARY SERGEANTS - ALL:

Earlier today, we were informed of an altercation or some other event with some Grounders who were communicating via their walkies. We couldn't get a confirmation on what was happening, so we send a scout team out to the location.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a great sight they stumbled on. About half a dozen people were found in that frozen state, and another ten or so were killed. It looks like a battle of some sort, but we're not sure what happened.

We're sending R&R out to recover the bodies so we can give them proper burial. The statues are just like the others. Hard as a rock, no real way to draw blood or any other kind of medical test to see what's going on.

SCOUT TEAM ALPHA:

I've got a debriefing on what happened out there, so I need as much information from you all as I can get, in case I missed anything.

We arrived at the coordinates and discovered about ten dead bodies and six frozen statues. All of the frozen were mid-attack, and all the dead had frost bite, which tells me they got it before they died. There were tracks everywhere and then disappeared into freshly fallen snow. I think I recognized one of the dead, but I couldn't place them. Did anyone else see anyone they recognized?

Does anyone else have anything to add?

[If you're on this mission, feel free to embellish a little or make up the name of the former Skaikru.]

Just popping in to announce that I've got roller boots and you don't.



Aleck outfitted my boots with wheels yesterday after hauling around some of the musical instruments inside the Mountain and I've decided that walking is for lesser mortals, so from now on - roller boots. They're brill; I never did manage to make it over to the rink they built over in the Strand for this sort of thing, so might as well have it all happening now.

Oh, and quick word of warning - still not sure how to stop. Outside of collision and crashing, which seems to do the job nicely.

[Filtered to Assassins (Evie, Jacob, and Ezio)]
I simply cannot get over how utterly brilliant this network is. Hundreds of devices, all connected, no competition for signals! And there are some truly brilliant minds here in the workshop with utterly incredible amounts of expertise in fields I've never even considered. This place is amazing.

Some of the conversations I've had have me thinking of some other devices I could construct for you lot. Smoke bombs are all well and good, but we could be doing so much more with them! I've been looking at ways to assault the other senses - horrible smells, loud noises, bright flashes of light - and I think I can do it if you can just help me out with finding some materials. From what I understand of the areas outside the mountain, I'm fairly certain I would get myself killed in about a quarter hour if I ventured out alone.

And I think I could do some more destructive work, too. Alfred's fire paper has given me some fascinating ideas for fire bombs and freeze bombs to go along with the voltaic bombs.

Let me know what you want first, and I'll tell you what I need to do it. And, how is all your other equipment holding up? I know you've been here for some time, so if you need any maintenance work, do let me know. Better to be without a rope launcher for a day you know you can spare than to find yourself stuck up a tree somewhere because it fails on you. I've also an idea or two for improvements on those. There's a gentleman in the smithy who can do literally anything with metal, and I believe we could get you some thinner, lighter line that would also be more durable!
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FILTERED TO FRIENDS:

I can't find my wife.

I was going to catch up with her after lunch, and she's not here. She's not anywhere. I Please tell me one of you has seen her.

Good evening!

I am Alexander Graham Bell, newly arrived here just this afternoon and extremely grateful that Jacob and Miss Frye came to explain things. Jacob has also informed me that we are to go to the tavern and celebrate my arrival, but I couldn't have this sort of communication device in my hands and not give it a try first thing. You have come a very long way from the telegraph!

I am lately of the year 1868 and the city of London, where I was employed as a teacher of music and elocution. Here, I am to be working with the toolmakers, which I'm quite excited about. I can't wait to see what other brilliant devices you

Jacob says it's time to get pissed. Chat further down at the pub, shall we? I'm taking this thing with me.

A week or so ago, Lady Lewis was kind enough to give me an array of modern music so that I might become familiar with different popular styles. On the whole it has been a very enjoyable experience! I particularly like one Nicki Minaj - she seems to be very confident! - and that one song that is about taking people to church but is actually about sex is quite catchy.

But now I am curious. A lot of songs reference rocks. As in "Rock Your Body", which at first I thought was a threat, but when I listened further I did not parse any references to a public stoning. What is this "rock"? And why must it likewise "roll"? Thank you in advance.

( Filtered Private )

WHO: Evie Frye & Ezio Auditore
WHEN: Feb 25th, early evening.
WHERE: Ezio’s housing, 505x
WHAT: *hem* Big sister being a big sister, questioning Ezio and being ridiculously protective about Jacob. Basically poor Ezio. And Jacob. She’s meddling.
WARNING: Fairly tame but there’s a brief mention of Bad Parenting (don’t poison your children, people) and a threat somewhere in here.

( ’I hope it’s not meant to be my last meal,’ )

As I was out on my run this morning, I discovered a pond. It appears to be a new pond. I am uncertain as to whose duties this would fall under (Scout teams?), but someone should probably investigate to be certain it is not a deadly or evil pond.

Ciao. Is there a priest in the mountain? Or at least someone able to take confession? Also, I would do a great many things for something salty to eat.

Er. Not while giving confession, obviously.

[FILTERED TO ZED MARTIN]

You are sad about your Constantine, yes? I have something that might help.

Or it might make things much much worse. I can't be sure yet.

» Evie Frye. I've a very important question. Did you happen to stash away any food after breakfast?

If I'm going to go down in the first round, I'd better go down hard.

Really regretting some of my life choices today.


FILTERED TO EZIO AUDITORE:

I hope you're as sore as I am this morning.

FILTERED TO EVIE + ALFRED:

For the record, I didn't see anything.

WHO: Alfred & Evie Frye
WHEN: Feb 19th, after Fight Club
WHERE: The Rose Tavern
WHAT: Evie is a little high on adrenaline, Fight Club and is actually drinking whiskey (!!) and making poor life decisions? Rash life decisions.
WARNING: Nothing extreme. PDA that anyone at the Rose tonight is welcome to have seen?

( “I learned that I get terrible stage fright,” )

CHATTY TO MRS. DRAKE:

» Hey
» Hey
» Hey
» Hey
» Coming to bed any time soon?

CHATTY TO DAME FRYE:

» I saw that.