The 100; a panfandom game

Would an impromptu jam session be inappropriate on a school night? I'm asking for someone else.

Continue the fun of Farmer's Market by supporting artists from your hometown. I'll be back performing cabaret this evening after a week of recuperating from the pollen-induced hoarseness. Same place as usual.

[616 Filter]

Is everyone okay? All limbs accounted for?

[Chatty to Matt]
>> Matt.
>> Matt.


[Chatty to Ravi]
>> Is Matt in Medical?
>> Because an alternate universe version of his dead ex-girlfriend is here.

[OOC: Potential spoilers for Daredevil season 2 in the comments!]

Alright, so. Let me see if I've got this straight: Alternate universe, people who know me but not really, shit that's straight out of some kind of fantasy novel, the apocalypse, a giant battle and a crazy witch?

This place is even crazier than Hell's Kitchen and that's saying something.

Karen Page. You might've seen me helping out Nurse Temple with the triage today, sorry if I fucked anything up. Definitely not a nurse, even worse at being bossed around. But I

Congratulations, everyone, on winning the battle against the White Witch! And thank you, fellow Fair Weather Friends, for your dedication and your-- sodding hell, I'm searching for a word, and the word means like... enthusiasm? Generosity of spirit? But with an intimation of killing things.

Anywho, it was a grand fight and I'm only sorry that I wasn't able to do more than I did, but I feel that smiting on a smaller scale was undoubtedly the smartest thing to do considering the ermmmm unpredictability of everything. Is everyone stitched up? Can I help with anything? Is the party happening yet in the pub? I'd like a party in the pub, I think.

Also, that lion? Wowsers, I believe, is the term.

[Ravi]
Medical sounds safe. You are planning to stay in medical, aren't you?

"Open a law firm with me, Foggy," Matt said, and I did.

"Fake your death, Foggy," Matt said, and I did.

"Move to California, Foggy," Matt said, and I did.

"Come hang out with Matt in the literal Apocalypse," said the universe, I assume because Matt told it to, and now I'm here whether I like it or not.


My name is Foggy Nelson. If any of you have long-standing complaints with Matt Murdock, I'll put a basket out in front of my door that you can leave them in. I won't read them, but they'll make a good trash can fire.

before you ask i didn't do anything to the strawberries
but some people might be allergic, meaning they could go into post-apocalyptic anaphylactic shock and die

because of strawberries, so i am not hating this strawberry free zone

This is a depressing place to visit. It's not the worse I've ever seen but it doesn't exactly scream destination spot. Note to self: fire travel agent.

This pamphlet thing says there's a tavern around here. Anyone want to point me in that direction?

I think my sister have spent many time in her class drawing. Some of my clan has come to show me these very graphic drawings. Jacob, she say she give some to you too. I'm sorry.

She has a very active imagination and many interest in anatomy.

It might not quite be summer, but the vernal equinox is passed, and that means the days are going to start getting longer again.

Unfortunately there's still a lot of snow and a madwoman turning people into snow. Doesn't she know we have land to survey for our maps? It's downright rude.

Well, shit. Come on. How is it seriously bad luck to wish someone good luck? That's bloody stupid.

I mean, I am sorry if this place and its weirdness means that really was my fault, but help me out here, Poe. Alison is probably gonna murder me in my sleep.

You'd think saving the world would earn a break from weird stuff. Like, just a little one, at least. Guess not.

Hey, Mount Weather. I'm Piper. Looks like I'm your newest farmer.

So, is there like... rules in place about what kind of animals we're allowed to have? Provided they're not eating people and stuff, right?

FILTERED TO MARVEL 616 (AND BEN):

Okay, here's the thing: I don't know how everyone got their powers, but I know there's gotta be a few of us who would be on a talk show titled "How Radiation Changed My Life." Mostly because our world was selling radiation-based powers like fad pants for, like, ten years.

What am I getting at? Maybe go get a non-routine checkup if you've been here a while. Maybe just let some people in the labs know that you glowed slightly in the dark even before this place. Just to be safe. Okay? Okay.

I'm happy to announce that the medical team working on Mr. Kirk's infection have successfully isolated the infection, studied it thoroughly, found weaknesses and through that, Dr. Banner and I were able to replicate an antibiotic that is showing signs of being effective against the strain, and Mr. Kirk is now on the mend.


All of my team is brilliant and deserve all of the drinks, snacks, chocolates and goodies you'd like to send their way.

It still stands that if you start exhibit symptoms of any sort of infection you should come to us right away.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to devote as much time to a beautiful, smart woman as she'll allow, as I've been horribly neglectful, and then sleep for eight days.

[FILTERED TO 616!VERSE]

[Selfie of Jess making an obnoxious face with a box of Lucky Goat coffee bags]


So who loves me best, exactly?

Since I'm still entertaining the lovely folks in medical, seems I'll be missing this month's fight club. Best of luck to everyone who's participating and I'll give three drink rations to the person who gives me the best play by play account of what I missed.

( Private )

How the hell do you folks deal with leprechauns and shit like it ain't nothin'? I seen one runnin' around, opening his green ass trench coat to folks and runnin' away. I'd have stepped on his coat to keep him from runnin', but I don't give that much of a shit.