The 100; a panfandom game

Where'd that tiny little fella go? He left a pot of gold behind, and I've been tryin' to find him to give it back.

Lois and Clark are gone. Sooo I guess that makes me the Last Kryptonian Standing.

It's all right, I promise. He felt kind of useless here, anyway. Sorry if you wanted his autograph and didn't get it, you'll have to settle for mine.

SIMON TAM:

I need you to settle somethin' for me, Simon.

Say you was gonna propose to someone. You'd already done it one, but the other person called off the weddin' 'cause of a major life change, but didn't tell you what it was. You found out what it was later, and you get back together.

Don't you think it's the right thing to do to ask someone if that's still somethin' you'd want?

FELICIA & KAYLEE:

Okay, I can't keep this to myself any longer. I've been trying to be cool about it. I can totally be cool, I swear. But I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't say something.

So on Valentine's Day, Major told me that he had my engagement ring. I guess he'd gotten it when people got things from home. He said it's mine if I wanted it back, and I told him not until he actually asks again, and now I'm sitting here, waiting.

RAVI:

Soooooooo... Did you talk to her?

I can handle constant threat of radiation poisoning, death-by-arrow, dragon, White Witch and werewolf, but a coffee ration? That just hurts. If I had a trailer, I'd be storming back to it.

"Won't somebody please think of the children?"

Whelp, this is why we can't have nice things. ¬_¬ btw, Mario's addicted to magic mushrooms and Pac-Man does nothing but pop pills.

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.]

I'm aware that many folks here probably have a complicated relationship with religion, but I'd be remiss to my vows if I didn't at least offer some sort of religious services. I'm far from a fire and brimstone preacher, but I wanted to see if there was any interest.

Well, it seems that my arrival to this world comes in the midst of turmoil. But sometimes that is what life is, surviving and thriving in the midst of adverse situations.

My thanks to Dr. Tam and the staff in medical for fixing me up. I thought I was sure to be meeting my Maker soon when I woke up here with such skiled and kind people taking care of me. And Kaylee, your smiling way was as welcome a sight as ever.

I forget myself. My name is Shepherd Book and I'll be working in mental health. I'm a religious man where I come from - spent a fair bit of time in the monastery before traveling with the fine crew of the Serenity - but I'm not the type to force that upon anyone. But if you'd like to talk to someone, well, my door is always open.

Alright I got three of these Sera-named 'tit holders' and two more sets of frilly panties. Claim 'em before my boyfriend burns' em cause he's jealous they're prettier than his.

Sorry, Warden. For dancing on your bar. I break anything, I'll fix it. You don't shit where you eat, people.

Well, this is different.

'Pod God', hmmm? Pithy. A being capable of tearing a person from his or her realm and depositing them in another and we give them a title reminiscent of a nursery rhyme. 'She of the Unknowable Journey', maybe? 'Ruler of The Wind'? Or do we call it a 'Pod God' because we've no answers, and mocking what's happened to us is easier than respecting it?

Magic's a fickle creature, to be sure. But I'll keep to my "please" and "thank you"'s, if it's all the same to you and yours.

Elias Kilmartin, of Fallen London. And since that apparently won't mean anything, it is - was - the year of 1891. Queen Victoria sold off London ages ago, and down it sunk into the dark bliss of the Neath with the devils and the shades. Doesn't that sound nice? I've never seen the sun and I don't care to. Big ball of fire in the sky that cooks you slowly? Who thought that was a good idea?

People are so annoying to me. This weekend I got a lot of "you're very cute but a little young for me". This is a general announcement that I'm 18ish, and therefore an adult and capable of making my own decisions about having sex and relationships. I don't understand why people get uncomfortable about age differences. Do they think that I'm immature because I'm not some magic number? And that I will become mature on a specific birthday?

I've gone through a lot. I was a coyote for seven years after I ate my mom and sister. I was targeted by assassins. I took algebra in summer school. Horrible stuff like that. And I say 18ish because I don't know how coyotes age or if my time spent as one "counted".

Is it a "take advantage of a younger person" thing? Because if someone tries to take advantage of me, I'll just kill them. See? You can totally date me now.

I don't care if people aren't interested in me because they think I'm weird. That's their poor life decision that they will later regret, because I'm an awesome girlfriend. But I don't understand why people get hung up over age. Can someone explain it to me in a way that will help me no longer think you're all being stupid?

{Edited to Add] Lydia suggested that I get to know someone before I date them and find true love. Please apply for consideration here.

Hello, Mount Weather. My name is Edmund Pevensie, although you can call me Ed. For those of you who already know my sisters, I fall after Susan and before Lucy, although Lu's older than me right now. Which should be more confusing than it is

I arrived here yesterday, but it didn't seem right to interrupt the Valentine's celebrations by introducing myself then. It gave me a chance to figure out how to use this thing, and learn a bit about this place. I think I've got the basics: someone dropped a whole bunch of hydrogen bombs, don't go outside, and quite a few of the people here are from stories.

I'm looking forward to meeting all of you.

I'm told I was here before. And, well looking through this network, it sure does seem that way. And, that there's no use in me using my code name, since people already know who I am.

So, anyway. For those that don't already know me. I'm Chuck Bartowski.

And, for those that do. Sorry I don't remember being here before.

[Filtered to Sarah Walker]

So, I hear I missed Valentine's Day?

VALENTINES CODING IS LOVE, POSTAPOCALYPTICLANDIA.

( Cut to spare your eyes. )

And like, I get it. We have all these weird "ACTIVITIES" going on all the time. We see magic, we see radioactive things, apparently we see things which all make us love each other. SHRUG. It's all part and parcel with the world we're now sharing. So let's celebrate it and each other. Here's a poem. Because I am a poet when the muse descends.

Lola is red
Lincoln's face is a cherry
Jemma likes to science
And Fitz is legen ... DARY!

Ravi likes rats
and Hope is a star
Bellamy can smile
andiwishroguewouldbemybestfriend

Some people can shift and some people can spark
Some people have cat souls and two people are slayers!
Some people are delightfully 'normal' while some people Avenge, or so I've been told
I haven't even brought up Jedis ... but ...
We're all here together and we'll make it, probably
But the river monster has two heads
so watch out :)

CHATTY TO KAYLEE FRYE:

» Are you going to Singles' Night?

CHATTY TO SIMON TAM:

» I'm at the tavern with all my new friends.
» Folks's nice. Everybody's so nice.
» Still wish you was here.

I can't recall a time I've got so long without hearing the words Kaiju or Jaeger. This sudden and unplanned retirement is jarring.

So they got a movie night goin' on Saturdays, and I was thinkin' maybe we could get a group together who could see the movie, then go over to the tavern. Get to know one another and the like. I don't know what The Notebook's about, but it can't be any worse than Alliance stories.