The 100; a panfandom game

I'd say it isn't fair, but Chuck Bartoswki is gone, again. For those who want to know.

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.

Next person that snickers at me thinking I can't hear them (I can, asshole, I smell and hear a lot more than you fuckers think I do) I'm gonna stab.


Almost forgot; won fight club last month, get to pick my first match this week. You want to fight me, give me a good reason.

[Filtered to Military Squads Bravo and Charlie + Buffy Summers]
Good afternoon. I am addressing you on behalf of Sergeant Lehane and myself, as we have arranged a joint training exercise for this Thursday.

The objective of the exercise is for both teams to build rapport within their squads and to practice dealing with different sorts of threats and tactics in a specific situation.

In this case, the situation is an escort mission. They occur here from time to time - negotiations with the Grounders have sometimes required us to travel through enemy territory to guard a non-combatant diplomat, for instance.

Messere Buffy Summers has agreed to be our non-combatant requiring escort for the purpose of this exercise. Some of you may be aware that she is not in fact at all incapable of looking after herself; do not count on that to be the case here, for she will be acting as though she has no capabilities greater than hiding and covering her head.

Bravo Squad will be acting as the escorts, with the objective of getting Messere Buffy from Mount Weather to a designated point on the ridge between us and the Dropship. Charlie Squad will be acting as a hostile occupying force, attempting to prevent the mission's success by kidnapping Messere Buffy and returning to a predetermined location.

No one is to attempt to kill an opposing team member, however, injuries are to be expected in an exercise such as this. Medical has been notified, and we will have a healer on hand. We expect that anyone who is severely injured will go to the healer promptly rather than sacrificing an undue amount of blood for training, whilst also expecting that no one will pansy out for a papercut. We will be working with the lab on non-lethal ammunition for rifles; if it cannot be procured in time, we will have to rely on bows, spears, and other thrown weapons for ranged attacks. We will update you on the guns-or-no-guns status as soon as we are able.

Should you find yourself in a position where an opposing team member clearly could have killed you if they were a real enemy, you are to remove yourself from the scene as "dead."

The exercise will begin at sunrise. Expect it to take up the entirety of your day.

You may now pose your questions, comments, and concerns.
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[Filtered to the Lab + Faith Lehane]

Sergeant Lehane and I seek non-lethal ammunition for rifles. Is this a matter with which you can assist us?

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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?

MILITARY & COMMAND:

Surveillance spotted three disturbances just outside our perimeter. To the north, our intel indicates the presence of four frost giants. East south east, roughly 100 robots. West, orcs.

We're taking volunteers from our military ranks to form three separate teams to handle this. These teams will investigate the disturbances, and defend our home. From what I've been told about what's out there, you should expect hostility. The remaining military will then be assigned to the second and third lines of defense, as well as guard posts, to ensure all of the civilians within our walls are safe. You'll provide back-up, if necessary. Listen to your commanders' orders.

It should go without saying, but until we tell you otherwise, this information is strictly classified. There is no need to incite panic among the rest of the population if we can take care of this at a distance, and I have faith that we can. If these threats make it past our front line, we'll handle it. For now, we're concentrating on making sure they don't get close enough to breach our walls in the first place.

[ooc: remember, only the volunteers designated on this post will be on the first teams out; everyone else will be assigned other jobs!]

Alright. I don't ask for much. A roof, a hot meal every now and again, everlasting glory. You know, reasonable things. Never thought I'd need to add not being shipped off to a dead world to the list.

Could've at least made Athos suffer this madhouse with us. I mean, yeah France is about to go to war, and they need him, but he needs US, damn it.


Is anyone even seeing this? I better not be bloody talking to myself.

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.

Damn it!

My ring's missing. I never take the damn thing off. So, if someone's somehow magically taken it off my finger. Then give it back. It isn't worth anything to you. The only one it is worth anything to, is me.

Filtered to Soldiers: Bravo Squad

And, until I get it back. I'm stuck inside during daylight hours. Unless someone wants a barbecue. And, if it's all the same to you. I'd rather not burn to death again. It gets old.

Chuck Carmi Bart screw it Bartowski was sent home yesterday.

I've been sitting in front of this computer for about 30 minutes without typing anything, because I have no idea how to start. End of the world! Radiation! No internet! All very horrible and depressing things. We're talking nightmare fuel here, ladies and gentlemen.

But. BUT. This is better than the Central City Comic Con. I may have made very unmanly and slightly inaudible noises for the better part of the day. I have seen SO MANY cool people, and none of them are charging me $20 for an autograph or $40 for a picture.

So, uhm, hey. I'm Cisco. Sup?

[Filtered to Squad Bravo: Susan Pevensie, Damon Salvatore, Bruce Wayne, Sarah Walker, Logan Howlett, Cassandra Pentaghast]

Good afternoon.

For those of you who do not know me, I am Cullen Rutherford, and going forward, I will be your sergeant. I am not particular about matters of address; call me Sergeant, Cullen, or Rutherford as you like.

To provide some general information on myself: I have been here at Mount Weather since the month they call May here. Before that I was Commander of the Army of the Inquisition in Thedas, and prior to that, Knight-Captain of the Templars at Kirkwall. I have been in some form of military service since I was thirteen years old. My background is primarily in melee combat and battle strategy. My weapons of choice are sword and shield, I am reasonably competent with daggers and bows, and I've become a decent shot with a rifle since my arrival here.

I would appreciate it if each of you would respond here to give me some idea of your skills and aspirations, that I may determine how we can best work together to become an effective unit. Seeker, I know you and your skills already, of course, but the others would probably like an introduction.

Thank you. I look forward to serving with you all.

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[Filtered to Carol Danvers]

Got an hour or two to spare today? I've got blueprints on Raven Rock worked up for you and the team, and I'm ready to brief.

[Filtered to Chuck Bartowski]

So I'm guessing you've probably planned out our whole Friday, even in this mountain.

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.

Okay. So, waking up in a medical bay surrounded by some of my favorite fictional characters is not the way to persuade me that this isn't just some weird, but really awesome dream. But, like really. Dr. Crusher, Simon Tam and Martha Jones in one medical ward. How could that not be a dream?

Anyway, sorry. I'll stop now, and actually introduce myself. Hi, I'm Charles Carmichael, you can call me Chuck.

[Sarah Walker]

Please tell me that they were telling me the truth about you being here.

Since the firearms competition got some good results, it's about time we did it again. Instead of regular hand to hand class on Tuesday, we're going to have a friendly contest to see which of you has picked up the most in the last three months. No bleeding and no actual murder attempts, all right? Winner gets a sense of satisfaction.

I know we have some new people and some of our students and teachers have disappeared recently, so let me say hello, I'm Commander Shepard. I've organized beginner's training classes that meet on weekdays. Anyone is welcome to sign up, and there are some open spaces for teachers if any of you are experts and want something extra to do with your time.

So just how many times have you all heard how crazy all of this sounds? It must get so tiresome after a while every time a new person shows up. The shock, the disbelief, the confusion, and of course, the demand to get back home. I'm going to skip all that, keep it to myself and just introduce myself.

My name's Trish Walker, and I hear that Jess has already gotten herself into trouble?

Hey, Mount Weather! Listen up! Tomorrow's the last Thursday in November which means it's Thanksgiving. The day where you spend time with family eat turkey, give thanks, and, more importantly, watch football!

There's no football to watch here but we can fix that. Who's up for a scrimmage?

I went outside because I thought I needed the fresh air.

Turns out, the fresh air's way too cold, and all I did was get snow in my boots.


FILTERED TO GARRETT HAWKE:

I know I'm not supposed to mention what you did the other day, and I'm not mentioning it.

I'm just checking in, seeing how you are. You said you were tapped out.