The 100; a panfandom game

CHATTY TO CLARKE GRIFFIN:

-- Are you going to hide forever?

COMMAND + EVERYONE FROM THE DIPLOMATIC MISSION:

Everyone seems to have the feeling that this Grounder mission went well, and [...] it did, but I can't shake the feeling that we're walking on eggshells. They outnumber us. They have us surrounded. We're essentially trapped in here with limited means of expansion, and we're agreeing to play by their very strict rules. It's not like we have a choice, we're backed into a corner on this, but I'm just waiting for the day when one of our hunters makes a minor mistake in trading etiquette and it incites a massacre.

STEVE ROGERS:

Out and about. I had to pull myself off you at some point.

CHATTY TO BELLAMY BLAKE:

» Where are you?

Hi everyone.

Lincoln and I are heading a diplomatic mission to the Grounders' capitol city, Polis. We're looking for volunteers to come with us. We'll be traveling through potentially hostile Grounder territory, so keep that in mind. We're leaving after the full moon and we'll be gone about ten days.

Let me or Lincoln know if you want to volunteer.

OCTAVIA:

Do you know if Lincoln knows where Polis is?

BELLAMY:

My mother wants me to handle peace negotiations with Lexa.

THE 100 + LINCOLN:

You all going to the ceremony today?

The 100 landed on Earth ONE YEAR ago today! I'll be kicking off the bonfire and festivities tonight.

On the anniversary of what was known as the Culling, on September the 22nd, a ceremony will be held to honor all who have devoted time, energy, and well-being to protecting this community. This new observed holiday will be a day of remembrance, and no work will take place that day. From now until the 20th, we will be accepting stories and nomination of bravery and sacrifice. Medals of honor will be accorded, and we will celebrate what the fallen have given us.

If you would like to volunteer to help out — with music, food, or speeches — please let me know.

I realise this may be a bad time, but [...] there's never going to be a good time.

Last night I wrote up something about being a my condition, and it may be helpful for those of you who are now affected — and helpful for those of you who aren't, as well, so you might understand the specifics of what people here will be going through.

If you've been bitten, or if you've been scratched, I'm so sor here to offer whatever advice I can and emotional sup perhaps emotional support. I also understand that I might be the last person you'd like to speak to, considering the circumstances.

A Practical Guide to Werewolfry/Lycanthropy.


JAMES POTTER:

Thank you, for what you told me. It made me feel a bit less hopeless. Maybe somehow, here, I can do some good, too.

JAMES, LILY, + SIRIUS:

Unrelated, but how, precisely, are we dealing with the ~Severus~ situation? I've done my best to have a civil conversation with him and I think given the war we're all past the point of namecalling and pranks. But I've got a few creative hexes that I

HARRY POTTER:

I've a question for you.

This community functions best when we help one another, and there is still so much to do. If you can help, even for a short amount of time, please do.

BELLAMY BLAKE:

Can you have a team ready to leave tomorrow to inspect the dropship?

ERIK LEHNSHERR:

I may have a project for you, if you're interested.

After the battle this weekend, several of our people have been bitten which means they will transform into werewolves. None of them want to hurt people or cause a repeat of what happened over the last few months, so we're looking into a place to contain them for that one night. Some place away from the general population so that if they do manage to get loose, we won't have a repeat of the werewolf being in close proximity to the civilian population.

The place we are researching to see if it will work has a whole blasted in the upper deck. Your expertise and skills with metal would be immeasurable.

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

Now's a good time to come to medical and get a Grounder language lesson. I hate sitting sti

COMMAND:

Now that our wayward guards are home covered in wolf bites, we have another four weeks to decide what the hell we're going to do with them. Do we have enough pods to lock them all away on the full moon? Are they all willing to even do that?

CHATTY TO BELLAMY BLAKE:
-- Problem.

Like what you've done with the place, guys.

[ 100 People ]

Guess you want answers. Everyone died. Jaha ghosted. I ate crackers for a year.

CHATTY TO CLARKE GRIFFIN:

-- Octavia says they found Murphy.

RADIO TO MOUNT WEATHER:

Little sister to big brother.

Okay, listen up.

For those getting sick: Here's what we know. You're going to be down for about a day, maybe two. Stay on your side so that when you start coughing blood, you don't drown in it. Your stomach's fine too, so long as you put your face in it. You're gonna feel really bad, really fast. I know it's easy to say not to worry, but this isn't designed to kill. It's designed to incapacitate. Which means that we need to Do not attempt to go to medical. All beds are full.

Anyone not sick: This spreads like wildfire, so if you're not sick now, you likely will be. If you can't get sick, then we're going to need help making sure people stay hydrated and clean. No one wants to come back from this to a puddle of blood they've got to clean up. It's messy work, it's gross, but we're going to need the help. I've found a bunch of buckets and large bowls that people can use in their housing to cough and vomit blood. It's not ideal, but it's all we've got besides the toilets. I need help distributing them, along with bottles of water. Anyone who can, please see me in the kitchen storage area. ETA: We also have a need to return people to their own beds as medical is now full.

If you have questions or concerns about this illness, see medical. If anyone has any ideas for helping, I'm all ears.

Who: The inhabitants of Mount Weather
When: This afternoon, at 2 p.m.
Where: The greenhouse
What: Dedication of the Memorial Garden in the southeast corner of the greenhouse
Rating: Low

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Today was the dedication of the memorial garden. Everyone was invited to attend. At the gate to the garden, large flats of flowers were available. People can either take one, put it in a pot, and keep it with them, or plant it themselves after the dedication. One section of the garden was purposefully left unfinished for today. There was a moment of silence for those no longer with them in whatever way. In an attempt to incorporate as much of the recent history of the world as possible, those Sky People and Grounders that have died were named, as well as all of those who have died since the Pod People started arriving.

After that, the floor was open to people to speak, sing, recite poetry, or anything they can think of. Neville began with himself, which I'll detail in a comment, and then he asked Chancellor Griffin to speak, and Steve Rogers and Asala Adaar. After that, he would ask that people take turns and be courteous.

The dedication ended with the planting of the flowers in the garden, with the farmers helping people individually, as well as anyone who has experience gardening.

CLARKE LINCOLN:

The chancellor wanted to talk to me about Clarke, since we live together and spend a lot of time together.

She's asking me how I feel about Clarke.