The 100; a panfandom game

[Filtered to Alistair Theirin, Nathan Drake, Luke Cage, and Lilu Potter]

Right, so I've just found out about this Valentine Festival from the Iron Bull. Should we do something in the Rose to celebrate? And if so, what? I understand the festival typically involves festooning things with pink and heart shapes. Is there more to it than that? Nathan, Lilu, Luke, you're from Earths. Do they have this on yours?

Hello, Mount Weather! Two things:

I'm happy to announce that auditions for Little Shop of Horrors are coming up at the end of the month! Mark your calendars for February 25th, where we'll be holding open auditions in the gym after dinner hours.

If you're nervous about your audition, you could see Sir Galavant, who's generously providing singing lessons.

Second, Felix and I have put together welcome packets for all new arrivals to Mount Weather, which includes a pamphlet about all of the fun things to do here if we're not under attack. Also included in the packet are two bars of my handmade soap, three packets of dandelion herb tea, and a customised painted mug courtesy of our own Felix Dawkins (which, yes, we took from the kitchens, but they will be used).

I delivered the packets to medical last week, so all new arrivals should have received one upon waking up. If you didn't, please swing by medical or see me in Civilian Services to receive one!


CLONE CLUB:

Oh, holy Christmas cakes. All of you need to come by Childcare immediately because I just got some serious eye candy.

EDITED TO ADD: CLONE CLUB, MASS EFFECT, + MARAUDERS:

Wow, there are a lot of you. Okay!

This is your official invitation to join me and the kids in my apartment tomorrow night for family game night after dinner. We held one recently to get to know everyone, and you know what? There are more of you. We got Sarah and Kira back, and Tali, your friend Garrus is here now, and you know what? That's just great. We're making room for more family.

Please come! Party games include charades, twenty questions, Pictionary, and a whole host of improv games that actors do. Alcohol is permitted but not necessarily encouraged. I am not avoiding Valentine's Day

I had assumed - perhaps incorrectly - that the tavern here was a respectable establishment, and not attempting to recreate Muggle glam rock parties.

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.

[Bethany Hawke]
I need your help.

There are darkspawn down here in the brewery and tavern. Alistair's saying they're not real, that I'm seeing things, but he looks like a ghoul. He sounds normal, but he looks like the Taint is taking him.

I know it doesn't move that fast. I know he wouldn't have been able to disarm me if he were actually that far gone. I know there shouldn't be darkspawn here at all. But I swear to the Maker, Bethany, I am looking at broodmother tentacles all over this room, and Alistair took all my weapons. I need a Warden down here who definitely isn't a ghoul. Please.

THEDAS:

In honor of Cullen and Iron Bull being back as they should, I propose we take over The Rose with some good old fashioned cutthroat Wicked Grace. Kallian and Alistair, that means you, too. Let someone else mind the bar.

SIMON:

So you can tell me what crawled up your ass and died or I can guess. Your choice.

I don't care if that child is normally your best friend, your sweetheart, your first mate, your mother, or what: a tavern is not a place for children. Babies who aren't aware enough to be picking up awful language from our regulars and aren't big enough to get underfoot, fine. Anyone who is currently between the ages of 2 and 15, however, needs to be elsewhere. No one loves children more than I do, and some of these are absolutely adorable, but taverns are for adults!

My arrival a few days ago sparked more drama than I had anticipated. But for anyone that had been poking about, I am not a demon. Firmly sold on that fact, thank you.

I owe it to myself and all of you for a proper introduction, I suppose. I know my brother is fond of going by our last name, but you can simply call me Bethany. I'm a mage, like apparently Garrett, though our fields of specialization seem to be different. I'll be working in Medical, as a healer. It's not something I've done full time in ... a great many years, but I have skill and quite a lot of practice healing people in battle and after.

I'm choosing to take this place as a bit of a retirement. I've spent a great many years underground and on the move, always in battle. Without Darkspawn here, I think I'm content to enjoy the quiet that this place has to offer. Most days.

It's a bit like home in this regard, but I understand not everyone is comfortable or familiar with the idea of magic, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I promise I'm quite easy to get along with. And much prettier than my brother.

Garrett. Is this some kind of joke? Are you avoiding me? This isn't like any Fade I've ever seen and the people-

This is ridiculous.



I'm sorry. Hello. I'm Warden Bethany Hawke, and I was told my brother is here, along with some others I might know, but the brother part seemed impertinent, as he sent me off past Orlais and hasn't answered any of my letters. Aveline wouldn't even let me get a pretty dress.

[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.

I have two big announcements:

One: Teamwork, ingenuity, magic, and dedication to the pursuit of quality drunkenness has granted us a glorious gift: the queen of all liquors, the water of life...whiskey. With a little help from Messeres Nico Minoru and John Constantine and Serah Kili the smith, we've been able to age it in magical barrels and have produced something that is, I dare say, quite drinkable.

Two: I realized that a name for the tavern's actually been staring me in the face this whole time, and I just didn't see it. The place is henceforth to be called The Rose. Feel free to ask me for the story on why, unless you're the type who hates mushy stuff - if that's the case, you'll only be disappointed. Now, who's got some artistic talent and wants to make us a sign for the place?

Who has experience with dragons?

It was suggested that I write to announce my arrival. I am Cassandra Pentaghast, from Nevarra, of the Seekers of Truth. I understand that several of my friends and compatriots have already been here for quite some time, and that this is not a trick, nor the result of the Fade's lawlessness.

It is most strange, whatever this is.

[ Filtered to Dragon Agers ]

I would prefer my other titles be kept to our eyes only, unless they have already been made public knowledge.

What magic is this and how do we stop it?

[ /Filter ]

I found myself thinking of my old friend Oghren as I was boiling a new mash this morning. It's a good thing he's not here, you know - he'd already have drunk every drop of alcohol we've managed to make as fast as we could brew it. Even for a dwarf, he was prodigiously good at drinking. Dwarves in general seem to have a high tolerance for liquor, but Oghren was special. Heart of a stout oak and a stomach of steel. A third or so of the people who take the Grey Wardens' Joining die in the process, and the ones who survive it usually pass out cold. Oghren, on the other hand, quaffed the whole chalice of darkspawn blood, belched so loud they probably heard it in Antiva City, and declared it "not bad."

He was a vulgar fellow, Oghren was. I don't think he ever met a female person without making at least one horrendous sexual comment. I tried not to take him in public any more than necessary. He told stories that could keep you laughing for hours, though, and sometimes his utter lack of politeness could be just delightful. Rudeness isn't nearly so bad when it's directed at people who deserve it. Oh, and you never saw anyone wield a battleaxe like that dwarf! I once saw him take it and just spin and take out a half dozen darkspawn in one huge swing. He wasn't charming, but Maker was he effective.

I can't say I miss Oghren, exactly. He was a massive pain in my arse a great deal of the time we spent together. I find, though, that I like to think of him now. Things turned out badly for so many of my old friends. Thinking of Oghren never makes me sad.

See, this is what happens when there's nothing to do with the whiskey but wait and it's morning in the tavern. Nobody around to blather at in person means I'm going to blather at all of you instead.

Oh yes! That's the news! We're working on whiskey, and I was thinking...do any of you magical or mutant types have skills that could speed up time in one very small area? Say, the inside of a barrel? The blacksmiths have managed to double as coopers for us (thank you!), and we've got the whiskey sitting, but if we could make the time go along faster we'd potentially have good whiskey much sooner.

I may be short, but that doesn't give anyone the right to simply push past me as if I don't exist. I know you can see me. What could possibly be so urgent that it doesn't give a person time to say 'excuse me'?

'I'm not going anywhere' he says.


That's

Can someone PLEASE take my son, I can't get him to stop crying.

We were going to save it for the upcoming holiday, but given the night we just had, the rest of the brewers and I have made an executive decision: our first actual good alcohol is debuting tonight. We're calling it Iceshine, and it's more than drinkable. What's more, there's lots of it.

So, if any of you are the sort to drown your sorrows, come on down to the tavern. No reflective surfaces allowed, and while you're welcome to get as bolloxed as you like, we reserve the right to boot you out on your arse and let the guard take you to cool off if you forget how to act.

People of Mount Weather! I require your aid!

And by I, I mean we, and by we, I mean the management of your local tavern. Bar or pub, some of you call it. The place where you drink alcohol. Where I am drinking alcohol right now, actually.

Here is how you can help: the place needs a name. Alistair and Peter and I have bounced around a dozen different things, but nothing sticks so far. Give us some ideas, if you would?

It's strange how people who have always been able to rely on the rule of law react to a mess, as opposed to those of us who haven't.

The people here who grew up in stable societies or in the dominant group of their society tend to assume that nothing's going to "go too far." It never occurs to them that "just a little brawling" is going to end up with a few corpses at the end, or that "getting a little disorderly" could land them in any greater trouble than a night in the gaol.

When I was seventeen, a bunch of drunk human lords showed up at a wedding in the village square. We asked them to leave, but the law was on their side, because they were humans. The law was still on their side when they kidnapped several of the women and carried them off to their estate to be abused. The law was still on the humans' side after the women fought their way out. And that sort of thing was a regular occurrence: humans doing whatever they wanted, particularly the wealthy ones, while those of us at the bottom tried to either de-escalate any situation that looked like it could turn bad, or keep our hands on our blades and our feet ready to run.

I've spent a lot of time with humans, and even in my own world their casual approach to a lot of things remains strange to me. Here, most of the humans are completely alien to me. You start a fight, and it never occurs to you that anyone might end up dead in it. You get drunk and belligerent, and it never occurs to you that anyone would look at you and think they'll probably have to put a knife through your ribs for their own safety before the night is over. You walk in a room and it never crosses your mind that someone might report you to the guard for stealing just because your things are too nice for you to have--and if such a thing did happen to you, you're sure you can just explain and they'll let you go without a scratch. I don't even know what to make of feeling that safe all the time.

KALLIAN:

I have a gift for you.