The 100; a panfandom game

I am so sick and tired of this universe jumping crap and everything going to shit.

You know what? Avengers Assemble. So you can all kiss my ass.

EVERYONE READ THIS

WE'RE DOWN A BUNCHA PEOPLE FOR PLAYING CARDS AND DRINKING SO WE'RE OPENING UP MEMBERSHIP

THE MODEL CANDIDATE:
- CAN PLAY CARDS
- DOESN'T WHINE ABOUT WHATEVER DRINKS WE GOT CAUSE THIS IS A HOLE IN THE GROUND AND YOU GET WHAT YOU GET. DEAL WITH IT
- HAS POWERS AND IS WILLING TO BEAT UP PEOPLE THAT DESERVE IT
- IS NOT LUCIFER. I GUESS?

also I got the message, Mars. where's the muffins?

[[OOC: Team Jackass sign-ups!]]

I still do not understand the magic of this place or why we are here, but Kili trusts you and [...] that is enough for me.

I am Tauriel of the. Your forests are healing as well as expected, but still unhappy with the world at large.

( Delivered anonymously to: Zed, Logan, Max G, Stacker, Peter Q, Audrey )


( Delivered to Ravi, August, Lincoln (not Campbell), and pinned up somewhere Catherine's likely to see it )

Hearing news of a scuffle outside almost made me rethink the idea of putting up my sword, and then I remembered I hadn't fully introduced myself on this device, though I've met a great deal of you already in person.

I am Aramis, of formerly of the King's Musketeers, presently of Lady Hendrix's childcare. As it was still the 17th century before I arrived here, adjusting to this world has been interesting, to say the least. You have my thanks for the hospitality shown. Porthos and I hope to be productive members of your society, and I happy welcome any advice or conversation that you may have to offer.

In the interest of condensing the romantic well-wishes to as small a virtual area as possible, I've created a haven for Valentines Day messages. For those of you who are loud, proud, and uncomplicated, you can sign in with your network handle and password and leave messages for your sweetie and friends. For those of you like me who do better pining from afar, you can also send anonymous messages. I've left two examples open so you can see what it looks like.

All messages (besides the two examples I created) can only be seen by the sender and the recipient. And me, obviously, but I'd rather french-kiss an electric socket than spy on your nausea-inducing flutterings. The Mount Weather Valentines Day cache is open from now until 2/17.

Questions for me? Comments? Declarations of love? Boy, do I have website for you.

[ Please excuse any errors! This message was sent while flying the Catherdrone. ]

Firstly, why am I being growled at over breakfast? Not something I expected out of my morning.

Secondly, and I loathe to even bring this up, but it's far too quiet around here. I know, I know, it's actually rather noisy at times, but it's.. A different sort of noise, far misplaced from the 13th Century. It's so [...] modern. At times, even the singing can annoy me, mostly because it tends to be from the heart and brutally honest. But really.


So consider this my offer for proper singing lessons. Learning to harmonize. Being lyrical. Maybe you can even use it to woo someone you love! Works great, typically. People love honesty, and duets in the halls of this mountain would go a long way to improving cheeriness, I think. We may die of pestilence, the plague and childbirth in droves, but at least we die with a smile on our faces should we be belting out song.

I don't know about you, but next week, I'm getting my dancing shoes on. Metaphorically. I don't have a pair of heels magically here, but I know how to shake it with some low shoes.

Anyone else interested, I'll be hosting a night at the Rose for anyone wanting to cut loose for a few hours. Head on over after the movie next Saturday night!

Anyone with digital music they'd like to hear, send it on over to me, and I'll get it on the list.

Goddamnit. I thought you were screwing with me! I literally JUST got my ship back. It was clean. I had a crew! One that wasn't gonna threaten to eat me every other day!

I mean, probably not. Not unless I really deserved it??. Or we ran out of snacks.



Speaking of snacks, a big mac would've gone a long way towards making this day suck less, but apparently you BROKE EARTH too. I'm just saying. If you were aiming for Maximum Suckage here, you guys totally nailed it.

TWO RULES

ONE IS THAT YOU DON'T PET ME

TWO IS THAT YOU DON'T STEP ON MY TAIL

AIN'T HARD TO LEARN

[Filtered to Guardians]

We have to do this.

If Drax was here, I'd suggest comedy. He could be the straight man. I'm going to guess you guys aren't up for a song and dance number?

Good news, everyone: After much consideration and being inundated with requests, Mount Weather Community Theatre will be putting on its second production! We're going to be showcasing Mount Weather's talents a little more informally this time with a variety show and musical revue featuring songs, skits, and special talents from all over the multiverse.

You have three weeks until the auditions on Monday, September 28th, where you can prepare a performance that you'd like to be included in the show -- so grab your friends and start brainstorming! Sheet music, recordings, scripts, and other materials are available in the library in a special section that I've set out on one of the long tables with a big pink signed marked MWCT.

Can't wait to see you all there!


CIVILIAN SERVICES (KITCHENS, LAUNDRY, CHILDCARE/EDUCATION, SANITATION):

Hello, everyone!

As Adaar announced, I'm going to be your "Pod Person" liaison for civilian services. Though we make up several different jobs and departments, we're all united under the banner of serving the people at Mount Weather and improving quality of life, whether it's keeping everything clean, feeding our citizens, or educating our children. We are not "just" burger flippers and janitors and babysitters, people. We're an integral part of this community, and we need to make sure that this ship sails smoothly!

Please direct any of your problems or concerns to me, particularly when it comes to repairs and supplies, and bring me any of your ideas regarding how to make Mount Weather a better place.

♥ ♥ ♥,
Alison

FOGGY NELSON:

So I hear someone's a lawyer again.

It's a pity more things can't be beaten by dance-offs.

[Guardians]

Probably as good a time as any to make you lot check in. I hear it's a thing.

It's no secret we've got werewolves around the camp. Hunting's been delegated to inside the perimeter and fishing hasn't been done since the Grounders staked out the river a few weeks ago. The terms of the truce are simple: the Grounders leave Mount Weather and its environs alone, and we leave them alone. The werewolves are playing a game of chicken with us, standing at the perimeter, daring us to do anything. We're in a tenuous position, and the full moon's coming up.

I'm calling for volunteers — preferably with some kind of fight training — to spend the next few days training when if they attack on the full moon. We've got a course going on right now on how to fight werewolves.

If you can't fight, you can volunteer for medical assistance. We're going to need it. Always good to have people who can mend others.

THE 100:

Times like this, I kind of wish we hadn't blown the the damn acid fog.

Don't forget we're playing Capture the Flag tomorrow. If you didn't sign up, it's not too late. Otherwise, here are the teams:

Team Annabeth - Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Anakin Solo, Kate Bishop, Teddy Altman, Cassie Lang, Julie Power, Michael Jones, Anya Corazon, Beth Greene

Team Thalia - Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, Bianca di Angelo, Xander Harris, James Potter, Cass Cain, Clarke Griffin, Flash Thompson, Rose Hathaway, Peter Quill, Illyana Rasputin

[Filtered to Gamora]

I'm bored of being cooped up inside. Want to go for a walk?

HEY JACKASSES

It's been a while so we're playing cards tonight in the mess hall.

Hi. I'm Scott. It's been a really interesting week, so I'm just going to cut to the chase and ask one thing.

Has anyone else tried to hold down a conversation with a tree, or should I head back to medical for another check-up?

Women are confusing
Why do I even

I miss my ship. Hell, I even miss Drax. And, hell knows why I miss Drax.

You know, I'm starting to think that maybe I should take these midwife classes. It wouldn't be the first time I've been around for the birth of a baby. Sure would be nice to be more helpful. Of course, the last time, it was a vampire and she staked herself — I've got double memories and it's hard to figure out which

I hear there's a book club? What are they reading?



I miss Lorne. He'd have a karaoke bar all setup here and open for business. Even if there really wasn't any business.