The 100; a panfandom game

[PEVENSIES]

Hope (by the Lion, I live on it) tells me that you are both still with us. And I shall not hear otherwise if you are not. I can only hope that sheer will binds you here as it does me. For if Narnia will forever ...oh I a sunder us in other worlds, at least I have you here.

And also, I suppose I must make a confession. Not too long after I arrived, I was injured by a werewolf. I do not turn on the full moon. So for all of Loki's ramblings about not petting the dogs, I am not that you must be afraid about. I honestly get a little more moody. And I like raw steak.

So if I get violent rag angry, it's just ... well, it's just the moon.

[ETHAN]

I could come see you. In the morning.

[Filtered to Rose Red and Pixie]

Hello, my name is Edmund. The Lady Rogue suggested that I should ask you about some frozen animals and people you've found. May I ask how they looked, exactly?

[Filtered to Pevensies]

Have you heard anything about frozen animals or people? Could she be

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.

This is certainly unexpected. I'm not entirely sure that I know how this works, but I understand that this is a way of communication?

So, hello. My name is Lucy, and I've just arrived. I've received the whole introduction, but I suppose I'm now on my way to find my new home. It's hard to believe that I've found myself landing in another world again.

Those of you who just came, I'd like to say hello. My name's Susan. I have two brothers, one sister and I come from London by way of a place called Narnia.

Would you like to meet downstairs? I'm quite sure we can rustle up something to eat and something hot to drink for you. Then, you can share your name with us too.

[FILTERED TO: OVER 21 / RESIDENTS FOR OVER 48-HOURS]

So, clearly something's up. A few points of interest:

Even through no memories, they're our people, aged down

We would have known if there were pods

How did it happen? How long will it last?

And if any of you are at all familiar with them, do let us know if there are any watch outs. You lot do have your deadly qualities and I'm sure it was the same as a child, too.

[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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My brother is gone.

I don't want to talk about salt. And I don't want to talk about the moon. It was full. It was full on Christmas. I don't want to talk about it.

We haven't been talking about the stone animals. And it was only in the mess hall today I'd heard tell of them, I hadn't seen or heard of them before now. If you have seen a stone animal, tell me more about them. Please.

[PRIVATE]

Lucy, I am through.

What's Krissmiss and should I care about it?

I would like to thank Mr. Ethan Chandler for providing me with the ongoing glad tidings of a Christmas tree. While we had indeed begun our journey before the pods arrived with decorations, there is some comfort to be found in decorating with what one possesses.

We have tied scraps of ribbon, glass trinkets, strings of popping corn, and even a few candles for lights. It certainly isn't the worst tree I've ever seen. I am glad to call it my own. And I do hope that all of you have good fun with your own trees, too.

[PRIVATE]

My dearest Lucy,

We have seen war in two different realms, we have seen opulent palaces and the most humble of homes. Together, we sought to make Cair Paravel our own (the apple orchard, do you remember?) and we scored the land with our own memories. That is how we made an alien realm our home.

But I tell you truly, the Tisroc's desert gardens do not compare with the beauty of this homespun little tree. I find great comfort in the winking of the lights and each ribbon - thus knotted - tells me that I might tie myself to this place. I might live out the fullness of my life.

Even if Narnia will one day be shut to me, even if you are all swept away in trains and in lion's breath, at least I know that I can make my way. At least I know that there are reasons to believe in the strength of my own heart. I can make a home anywhere, Lucy. Narnia taught me that.

... speed dating is all very well and good, but what about Christmas? Are we doing Christmas? Please, I do hope that Christmas didn't also get ballasted to smithereens. I know that there is much to be anxious about, but much to be thankful for too. I fervently hope that Christmas will occur.

[PRIVATE]

My dearest Lucy,

Again I fear that I live in a land where it is always winter and never Christmas. As the snow flies deep and regular, I cannot help but be reminded of Jadis in the days before our rule. Indeed, when I am about my patrols, I cannot help but listen for the jangle of sleigh bells.

Fate would not bring her to me without you, without Peter, without Edmund? Fate could not ...

This is bone-shattering, teeth-chattering cold. This is cold that goes straight through you, Narnian cold that can only be shaken by Lion's b a warm fire and a dream of spring.

This cold, these uncharacteristically 'weird' happenings, I think they make us ask the question:

Who do we trust? Is trust relevant in Mount Weather with the snow piled up to our knees?

That's what I ask myself, anyway. That's what my mother, my sister, my brothers would want to know. Who do we trust? What do we do? How do we build ourselves into the framework of a million universes, a million timelines, a million lives?

Name's Ethan Chandler. Sounds like I've been here before, so to speak, which might've been completely unbelievable until quite recently where I'm from. Other people existing in other places just seems par for the course, now.


Anyhow, you'll find me working with the animals if you're in need of anything. Haven't been here long but it's already looking like we've got a hard winter ahead of us, so I'm happy to help anywhere else I might be of use in my free time.

I hope she's

During the Blitz, we'd It's strange watching the lights grow dim. Is there an interruption in the power grid? Honestly, I don't pretend to know anything much about electricity other than its been on when I flip the switch but ...

And given, further, that it's cold and the snow is setting in by Aslan, the sn I further give myself many sideways glances that I did not think of this earlier. Inasmuch as I know the animals here on Earth have undergone quite the process in order to stay alive, I have thought seriously about the wealth to be reaped from keeping bees.

There is much joy to be derived from apiculture, and I speak not only of the beeswax and the honey. Hopefully there is a way.

Before travelling here, before coming face to face with wolf claws, I mayn't have shied at the sight of blood but to be true, I admit defining it as delicious is a surprise at every new full moon. Bless the kitchen for making a steak practically raw to fulfill whatever part succumbs to this new pull.

I made a girl cry And I suppose the lot of us cannot help but look back, look to provide comparison between the lives we knew and the lives we forge here, in order to achieve whatever catharsis arriving in a metal coffin requires. Though I am more accustomed to travelling by wardrobe, let me assure you of this:

After a while, all places become like home.

The first record I ever owned was a Tommy Dorsey record. Frank Sinatra provided vocals for the song "I'll Never Smile Again" and I can remember, hiding away in the country with my siblings whilst my father and mother were away that the song was true. The world would never be the same, we would never find a reason to smile again.

But in the way of songs, in the way of life, I suppose, all waves have their crest. I did smile again. And so, clearly, did the world. Though I have just come to learn about the songwriter. A Ms. Ruth Lowe, who lost her husband due to surgical complications, wrote that song as a way of comprehending her grief.

I hope Ms. Lowe found her own catharsis. Or, at the very least, I hope she received many royalties from Mr. Dorsey and Mr. Sinatra.

[FILTER: PRIVATE]

Shall I keep writing to you, Lucy? Or shall I simply give you over to the Lion? I know not what you would wish of me.

[FILTER: KILI & THORIN]

Pardon the intrusion into your evening. However, when I was informed that Dwarves such as yourself had arrived it filled my heart with gladness. You see, though our lands are separated by long stretches of time and space, I am not altogether unfamiliar with perhaps a reflection of you.

I had a great many friends who called themselves Dwarf. Red Dward, Black Dwarf ... we long strove for peace with one another, dearly achieved, and those Sons of Earth had places of honour in the court of my siblings. I only say this because I cannot imagine the degree to which this world is a shock to you.

And, perhaps in time, we three might be friends too.

My compliments to the kitchens for, perhaps, the best pie I've ever tasted - in England or in Narnia.

[PRIVATE]

My dearest Lucy,

So many of our adventures began with a train ride, began with waiting on the platform while we thought about the lands which lay before us. Whether it was Professor Kirke's country house or the wooden platform we used to play with as girls (the West Indies, my favourite port of call), it was always our story.

But to know that you traveled beyond my reach, to know that you took the platform yourself without me - knowing Aslan's Country is a door through which not a one of us might enter except through death or his own will - breaks my heart.

To hell with friends of Narnia. To hell with lions and wardrobes, Lucy.

I want my sister.

[PRIVATE]

Dearest Lucy,

You left me. On that bloody train
you left me

I shot a deer and he didn't even talk. It isn't my job but he was right there. Would someone mind helping me lug the bits of him to the kitchen? I've done the cleaning, but. He's big.

I don't know anything about werewolves, and I don't know anything about cursed wounds or bites, I don't even know how or why we're all here in the first place, and I don't know where most of you come from, but I know this: we're a long way from home.

I know for me, when I feel like I don't have a home to come home to, I make pie.

Pie is home, and people want to feel at home. So I've made pies; it's what I do. They're being served at dinner tonight, and I'm coming by medical to bring slices for the staff and all of the patients who can't make it there.

That's all I can do.


FARMERS/KITCHEN STAFF:

What do we do with the produce that goes bad? Where does it go?

Might I suggest we use bits and pieces of the wood available to create surveillance screens in what trees are left to us.

[PRIVATE]

My dearest Lucy,

How is it that, with a mere stroke of the pen, I conjure your knowing face? When I, clutching my bowstring and sighting down the length of an arrow, caught myself a wolf by the ruff I thought of that terrible night in which we watched Jadis sacrifice Aslan for Edmund, for her own gains, for the ridicule and entertainment of the hordes upon the stone table. I remember the glinting eyes of the wolves. I remember their mournful howls and the way each and every one pierced my heart.

Then I remember crossing the river, I remember feeling the ice crack beneath our boots and I recall the teeth which snapped at your heels in Aslan's camp. I remember wolves and war. And I remember when you, given your cordial, were meant to stay back behind the line. I remember that mad twinkle in the old man's eye when he named you Healer. You were called even then, were you not? You were set apart from the lot of us for your faith and yes, that was what Aslan recognised when he named you valiant.

But the wolves, Lucy. I had given myself to the understanding that this world was not as absolutist as our world when I stared at my own mortality. I knew that I could simply snap my fingers and the river might swallow me whole if I was to be forever sundered from Aslan's gaze. Wolf teeth, then, would be a kindness, would it not? Wolves in the place of lions.

Lucy, I had my mind set in knowing that Aslan did not love me. For it was into you, into Edmund and into Peter he poured his affection and his own special faith. I am still not convinced that Aslan loves me. I am not convinced that I love myself - or that I am quite deserving of love, in fact - but to that end, I suppose the only thing that will answer me is time.

Time and more arrows.

Your sister,

Susan