The 100; a panfandom game

You know how I can tell I've really gotten around? I'm delighted to have been dropped somewhere near a nice cozy bunker full of people who look like supermodels instead of being left out in the post-apocalyptic winter. Camping out in the snow wouldn't be my first choice. I like it in here. Very survival chic.

Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you all.

Since I have settled just a bit more, I thought I would ask which of you are also parents of young children? My Ben is just around 6 months and I would very much be interested in getting to know some of you better.

[Farmboy]

Have you spoken to Jacen any more?

Since my plans of making my first night here a drunken one were so rudely interrupted, I guess I'll get on this thing instead. I was told there were people here I know.

Annie

What nicknames do you think I can get away with calling Katniss?

WHO: Finnick & Annie
WHAT: A game of Real or Not Real
WHEN: Mid-November
WHERE: Their room
WARNINGS: Typical Hunger Games content

( ... )

I think my daughter has gone home. And to what I do not know?

But I shall miss you Dora, getting to know you as an adult has been a genuine honour.

[Jurors]

I'd been pacing my room for most of the night last night

Any of you play cards? We should do that after todays proceedings. My husband taught me poker. I'm sure I can magic us up some appoximation of cards if we don't have any.

This is going to sound like first world problems over here, but I really miss my shoe collection.

[Phil Coulson]
There was a pod delivery yesterday of hot cocoa. It's not coffee, but it should work in a pinch. What do you say?

Are there jewelry makers here? Or supplies for it, somewhere?

PEETA

Have you been painting?

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?

Tonight, a treat. I'm making my abuela's Mexican chocolate cake, for dessert in the mess. Adjusted, ever so slightly, to accommodate the supplies here, naturally. But I have been impressed this far by how stocked the kitchens are, given the circumstances outside. I am sure that credit goes to the growers, gatherers, and hunters. May your journeys be fruitful.

I promise it will not stretch supplies, before anyone protests. Just enjoy.

LITO:

Litooooo.

[ Private ]

Veronica Mars, what have you got yourself into this time?

"It was never supposed to be this way." I figured I was done being shocked by the way life rips away my agency, that I'd never be so naive as to write those words in a journal, but here we are: four for you, Pod God, you got me good. I spent the last three years of my life trying to save enough money to get out of Neptune and now I'm so far from it that I can't find my way back.

Cry more, Veronica. Everyone's got a sob story. The ones who don't are the ones making them for other people. Now do what you do best, and detect.

Work's fine. Nathan W's one of the Specials - that's going to be the watchword from here on out for 'people who have something notable about them that may or may not be biologically improbable'. Sorry journal, I'm still too fresh to write "magic" down as a legitimate thing - but I don't know how, and I like him too much to snoop. He had some hints about how home was more of this same. At least I know what Rogue's trying to conquer. No handshakes of congratulations for her anytime soon, but at least she's angry. Anger is good. Hope lets you down, time and time again, but anger's always available to spur you on.

Back home Neptune's finest used to say "no body, no problem" as a way to keep from caring about teenage runaways under a certain income bracket. We're up to our eyeballs in bodies, here. Duplicates of that British woman, the ghosts of this mountain we're not supposed to talk about, characters from Harry Potter that died years and years and years ago and are back up walking around. Join them, Veronica. Be a body. Blend. If your story in Neptune's been put on hold, write a new one. And stop missing Dad

[ /Private ]

FYI, I dropped 'hallucination' from my vocabulary when talking about you guys. Way too many syllables, and is it even true? EH. Does 'people' work? I think it works.

Today is my

If anyone wants a special outfit for the holidays, now is the time to start putting in requests! There are only so many of us who make clothes and we only have so many hands. We have a bigger stockpile of clothes and fabrics than you probably think we do, but we still can't handle anything overly extravagant. We suggest that you ask for something special that you can wear for any holiday, or that you would wear on a normal day if you were feeling like being a little dressy.

I'm going to miss the pumpkins.

I liked Halloween. It's interesting to think of how all these odd traditions grew out of a celebration of the harvest and then become odd vestiges across cultures.

Good job, fall. You're beautiful.

It's going to get very cold here soon, isn't it. It's already cold. I hope we'll have enough food for the winter.

PEETA

You work in the kitchens, don't you? Do they have any herbal tea?

FINNICK

I really miss the ocean.

Two weeks and I'll have been here for two months now. It feels a lot longer than that if I'm being honest. At least I can safely say that I'm glad my mum isn't here. This place would drive her mad, I think.

FILTERED TO DONNA NOBLE

Hey. How are you doing?

The girl that sang in the mess hall. What was her name?

WHO: Finnick & Annie
WHAT: Annie arrives!
WHEN: uh. Thursday?
WHERE: medical -> their room
WARNINGS: mentions of character death, hunger games stuff, all the feels.

( ... )

Well, ain't this different?

Two things. One. Someone point me in the direction of the liquor.

Second, sorry to whoever I startled when I woke. That doesn't seem like a fun job.

I have to say that I'm glad I wasn't hit by whatever got so many of you. I like my body the way it is.

Anyway, I'm going to get in some practice tomorrow for the revue, and I always do better in front of a crowd.

Filter to Rogue

How you doing today, honey? We need to make sure you take advantage of this and store up being able to touch, in case this isn't permanent.

Hello.