The 100; a panfandom game

Hi, I'm Clark. Dr. Chakrabarti and Rory in Medical have told me there's no point in trying to downplay my other identity. My parents named me Kal-El, and the Daily Planet has given me the nickname of Superman. This is apparently very well known here, so I apologize for the subterfuge - the intake staff have been very helpful, I'm sorry I didn't catch any names. I'm not used to being nearly comatose.

This is quite a lot to take in. The world has suffered so much. Did I fail to protect it? Or is this really and truly not the same world I grew up in? Part of me wants to go to Kansas and see if there's anything left. It seems working for the Planet has gotten me in the habit of writing out my thoughts. Sorry for the rambling. If you'll excuse me, I need to find Lois. I was told she was here, too. Thank you for making me feel welcome and not wanting to run experiments. It means a lot.

I suppose I should be glad that at least this space pod situation didn't end in flames. I can handle being 1 for 2.

I'm Lois Lane, hailing from Metropolis. I'm usually a news reporter, but apparently I'll be channeling my talents into the radio and surveillance while I'm here. Which, I'm going to guess, involves reporting a lot of particularly interesting stories, being the radioactive apocalypse.

I'm not sure how many of you I know, but there are probably (hopefully) some. Either way, hello. Discovering the existence of alien planets and their alien people has me feeling a strange sense of here we go again instead of being as confused and panicked as I probably should be.

I'm just glad I brought a coat.

Could anyone who's had one of the water messages let me or Nico DiAngelo know? Especially if it was one of the conversations.

Nico

We might have a problem.

I just got iris messaged by Athena. Not Minerva, not Bellona, Athena.

Faith

You know how I said the stuff in the water was nothing to worry about? There might be something to worry about.

Okay. So, I'm new here. And all of this is completely insane.

But I'm going to guess that a giant dragon on the security monitors is still terrif noteworthy. If not, well. Maybe we can we ask it not to eat so close to the cameras? Is that a thing here? Asking dragons to do stuff?

I've been here for less than a week and I'm already sick. If I figure out who sneezed on me, I'm kicking them right in the shin.

GUARD GROUP BRAVO: (Betsy, Fenris, Ron Weasley, Cassie Sullivan, Jessica Jones)

Hi, everyone! I've seen some of you since we got assigned and touched base, but I wanted to do a group forum for people to chat or talk about our abilities, things we're already used to, get to know each other. I've got a schedule for everyone on their patrol locations and posts, but not much is going to change from what we were doing before, but I did change a few locations and days for people so everything is covered between us and Alpha team.

But, I'll start off! I'm Kara Danvers. Back home I also go by Supergirl, but it seems kind of ridiculous to do that here, so Kara's fine. I'm from the planet Krypton. Short version of the story is that when I was 12, my planet was in the process of being destroyed, and they sent my cousin to Earth when he was a baby. I was sent after him to help protect him, but my pod got thrown off course and I ended up in stasis for 30 years. By the time my pod landed, my cousin was already doing pretty good for himself. So I was raised by a human family until I was older and took up the mantle of Supergirl to help protect the city and occasionally, the world.

As far as abilities go, I can fly, I'm incredibly strong and agile, I'm bullet and.. well, injury proof. Most things can't pierce my skin at all. I have super hearing and x-ray vision, so I usually pull double the location from my guard post, since I can cover a lot of area without breaking a sweat. Soooo yeah. I look forward to working with you guys! I figure we're all adults and we all want this compound to succeed.

Oh! And I'm also willing to answer any questions. Or take requests! I know I got kind of wordy. I babble and over-explain when I get nervous, sorry about that.

BRUCE WAYNE & JULIE POWER:

aslkfjaljfalkfja omg someone made me a military Corporal and I'm already talking too much and one of them already glares at everything please tell me what to do to not mess this up and get fired. Discharged? Can they even discharge us? Oh god.

Okay, sick folks. I am hereby volunteering myself as delivery boy for you. Technically I'm an alien and my healing is really, really good, so Earth diseases don't do anything to me, so unless someone modified this illness to effect all of us and not just the humans



No one did that, right? This is just normal, run-of-the-mill human flu or something, right? That's it?

The first gross snotty sick person who comes near me gets a punch in the face. Actually, every gross snotty sick person who comes near me gets a punch in the face.

If you're sick, for the love of Christ, stay home and don't get your nasty-ass fluids all over the rest of us.

If I'd known I was in for an interdimensional kidnapping into an apocalyptic winter, I wouldn't have worn shorts.

Bruce Wayne. Where is he?

Fight Club on Friday; same time and place as last time. Let Evie and I know if you're interested. Let's skip having a battle beforehand, yeah? That was ill-advised.

The rules for those of you who are new drop-ins: no props, no weapons, no powers save those you can't help. All levels of experience welcome. First one to go down and stay down loses; the winner goes on to the next round until everyone's had a go. The matches are random so no whinging at me if you don't fancy your partner. First time you cheat, you're out and that's that. Last month's winner was that Russian bloke whose name I can't be arsed to look up to spell properly, but he gets first dibs on his partner. Congrats again, mate.

Thinking of something else, too; see if it drudges up any interest. Anyone without much background in fighting or self-defense - do you want lessons? I could use a project. I'm only human but I learned young, and have practical knowledge of how to get a bruiser off your back. Don't believe in following specific artsy-fartsy styles of fighting much, but I do believe in being able to defend yourself. Drop me a line if this might be something you fancy.


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Sooooo, since us lovely people in Quarantine missed out on the pillow fun, did anyone happen to save us some? I don't even care if it's got Bieber's face on it, I just want something to cuddle at night once this is over.


OK I take that back, I will accept anyone but Bieber. Unless that's all that's left. Then I'll accept the fact that he's probably an alien villain in disguise and that's why even Canada doesn't want him. Judge me all you want, I just want a pillow!

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.

This isn't good. I've been especially rude today, which is saying quite a lot since I am already... very, very rude. So rude I've not said I've got a TARDIS. Did mean to tell you. Meaning me. All of the mes. And my friends. So, by the by: she's fixed. Well. Not fixed-fixed. She's sort of fixed. Open for living. Have you all got your keys? Time to move in. If you want. She's meant for that, you know. Having loads of people on board.

Difficult to stop the talking once you've got yourself going, too many thoughts requiring expelling. Funny kind of... tickling sensation on the brain, isn't it? Talktalktalktalk. Who's managed to do this? Truth hazes don't happen out of the blue. Got to stop, but I'm never keen on slowing down my gob. Anyway. Things to tinker with, a TARDIS to repair now that she's fully grown, truths to avoid spouting, that sort of thing.

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.

(ooc: I blame Andrea and Dawn for the contents of this post.)

Dear Pod Sayer, I wish that you would give us, your adoring people, an Olive Garden for Christmas. Unlimited breadsticks for everyone! #threefoldamen

Also, I've been out of check with the movie nights lately, have we shown the Grinch yet? Can we see it again, if so?

Also since we have like three Weasleys here, can the entire mountain get a Weasley sweater for Christmas?

Yesterday was difficult for all of us. I know many of us were afraid - including myself - and I know many of us are frustrated to continue facing threats within our own home. I can't blame you for that. That someone, or something, would violate the safety of our walls to bring us pain and suffering is something that even I have trouble comprehending sometimes, and I know it isn't easy to see the light at the end of the tunnel after days like yesterday. We will endure, however, just as the Sky People have since they came down to the ground, and just as we all have since we arrived in this world: together. I'm incredibly grateful that we continue to come together as a community in times of need. Snow was right when she said you were all brave, and that gives me hope for our future here. Thank you for standing up for one another. Thank you for helping get each other to safety. Thank you for treating the injured, and for being patient as our medical staff works. Thank you for joining in the clean-up efforts and lending a hand. We're stronger together.



I've been told not to get out of bed, so I'm sorry I can't do more to help out right now. In the meantime, I'm running out of things I can do from here. Could someone bring my art supplies to me?

If it weren't for my wounds being healed, I would have thought I was trading one hell for another.

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.

Liars and trials and ice bears, oh my. This place is the gift that keeps on giving.

And a welcome to the new people. I'm Bruce Wayne. Not much of a conversationalist, so consider this your meaningful nod of affirmation that yes, this isn't a hallucination.

So everyone's been asking about Christmas and holidays and stuff, and I know a lot of people aren't from earth or an earth with holidays like Christmas an Hanukkah. I was in the same boat, when I was a teenager my world was destroyed and I was transported to Earth. (I was stuck in stasis first but that's another story.) I'll save any deep descriptions of the holidays and meanings of them for people who are Christian and Jewish, but growing up, my foster parents and sister always had a few traditions. One of them was a "Secret Santa" gift exchange on Christmas Eve! We teamed up with the whole family, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc, and we'd all draw names. You get one name and you have to come up with a gift for that person and keep it a secret, not telling the person that you got them.

As half of us were kids, we made gifts or found things that made us think of the other person. Very homemade, very inexpensive. Then on Christmas eve, everyone gets together and we have hot cocoa and a movie, exchange gifts and everyone finds out who their Secret Santa was. Then everyone bonds and we laugh over the silly things we made/got, and maybe make some new friendships along the way? :D Anyway, if enough people are interested, I'll put up a sign up form and we can draw names next week. Any questions? If not, that's okay too, I mean, it was just an idea and Stay cool, Kara