The 100; a panfandom game

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.

I can't believe this is really earth-that-was and we're in the past. I always wondered wondered what it was like. There were stories this and legends that, but ain't nothin compared to actually bein there. Here! I wonder just how different tech is! And ships! I know they don't got none around here that actually fly but I'd love to see em anyway.

I'm Kaylee. I ain't from around here, but it's real nice to meet you folks. I hear there's magic and fairytales and superheroes!

Where I'm from one of the biggest lessons we learn early in our magic studies is to establish a warding circle. I'm not sure if this is the same anywhere else, but unpracticed mages are prone to spilling magic everywhere when they try to use it, so we stress the importance of making sure it can't get away from them. My first student, who was reluctant to recognise his magic in the first place as he had never heard of someone working magic through dance, neglected to consider this sort of necessity and accidentally levitated three cousins four feet into the air, where they were stuck for hours until he managed to track me down and bring me back to help him fix it.

It occurs to me that this radiation is, effectively, causing similar issues. I know I have taken to meditating more often and I've been careful to limit my magical use. Even so, I've already seen and heard grumblings from other residents about magic going wild and what they ought to do about it - some, I fear, less hypothetical than others.

Are there others of you familiar with methods used to contain magic in this way? Or who would be interested in learning such a technique? Obviously there aren't going to be any guarantees as to its effectiveness, but I suspect we need to be seen to be attempting to solve the problem or we may find ourselves quite unpopular.

( TRIGGER WARNING: talk of terminal cancer )

Well, well. Nice little end times you got here. Figured only cockroaches were supposed to stick around in the event of nuclear genocide.

Name's Rust.

FILTERED TO THEDAS (Minus Kallian):

Your Maj Alistair, are you all right? Kallian just contacted me privately, because she's seeing Darkspawn and swears on the Maker that the Taint is overtaking you. I assume you're in your right mind and she's afflicted with the same issues as a few others I've seen, but I don't want to make too many assumptions, on the off chance I'm dead wrong.

Regardless, I'm coming by the tavern just in case.

Is anyone else having issues? Darkspawn, seeing things?

[Bethany Hawke]
I need your help.

There are darkspawn down here in the brewery and tavern. Alistair's saying they're not real, that I'm seeing things, but he looks like a ghoul. He sounds normal, but he looks like the Taint is taking him.

I know it doesn't move that fast. I know he wouldn't have been able to disarm me if he were actually that far gone. I know there shouldn't be darkspawn here at all. But I swear to the Maker, Bethany, I am looking at broodmother tentacles all over this room, and Alistair took all my weapons. I need a Warden down here who definitely isn't a ghoul. Please.

I punched someone in the nose earlier today, and I don't know who it was. But if you're reading this: I'm sorry. I hope it makes you feel better that I broke my finger doing it.

Now that I'm a bit more settled in I thought I'd ask for a bit of help. Dr. Foster and I are attempting to put together a database of all of the universes represented here as well as any supernatural or magical elements that might go along with them. We'd also like to gather as much information about universes that may have once been represented here, but are no longer. I've come up with a survey for individuals to fill out and we will also be canvasing as well.

The hope is that with a better understanding of the magics and supernatural elements found in each universe we may be able to help individuals here. The possibilities across universes is really quite fascinating and there can be some good we can do for our fellow man perhaps.

Your name:
Species:
Other Species found on your planet or in your galaxy?:
What galaxy is your universe in? Specific planet?:
Noted differences between your species and humans?:
Noted differences between your environment and that of earth:
Are there any powers or magical abilities associated with your species?:
Is there a fictional representation of your universe here and if so, what is it?
Anything else worthy of note:

<b>Your name:</b> <b>Species:</b> <b>Other Species found on your planet or in your galaxy?:</b> <b>What galaxy is your universe in? Specific planet?:</b> <b>Noted differences between your species and humans?:</b> <b>Noted differences between your environment and that of earth:</b> <b>Are there any powers or magical abilities associated with your species?:</b> <b>Is there a fictional representation of your universe here and if so, what is it?</b> <b>Anything else worthy of note:</b>


Natasha
If I were a proud man my ego would be severely damaged by having my ass handed to me by a seven year old.

It is no use; my curiosity must be satiated. This week has proven that we have powerful beings among us. I wish to know more. But, I will not expect information without providing some myself.

So if you are a user of magic, I would like to know more about where your magic comes from. Are there different disciplines within your magic? Are there deviations between what is "good" magic and what is "bad", and how is that line between the two determined? Is your magic infinite or must it be nourished or cultured?

For example: in my home world, our magic is a result of harvesting the blood and organs of the Great Ones, a race that populated the earth before humanity flourished. All our magical feats are in thanks to the Great Ones; magic is used predominantly to heal and to strengthen. But many Hunters with interest in the arcane utilise spells for defensive and aggressive moves in battle. As our magic is reliant upon the physical bodies of the gods who came before us, it is finite. Different towns and kingdoms have claimed ownership of these bodies in competition with one another, and the Healing Church of Yharnam has declared some strains of magic heretical by virtue of which god they came from. Thus, "good" versus "evil" is not dependent upon the spells one casts, but the blood that gave you the abilities to use magic in the first place.

If you prefer a private conversation to discuss your world's magic, by all means. I would not wish to engender discomfort.

[ Filtered to Roomates Bucky Barnes (MCU), Matt Murdock, Felicia Hardy ]

Firstly I would like to apologise for the somewhat whopping hole that is currently apparent in the wall of our room; it was not an intentional destruction and with luck, will not be repeated. Secondly, I have moved all of the hunter's traps that I made these past few days beneath my bed; I apologise for any sort of confusion and/or limb devastation that they've caused. Finally, I believe that only my belongings were ever on fire, but if anyone should find anything that my younger self managed to singe, do let me know and I will attempt to replace it post-haste.

Normally I am a good roommate. This week was a little... unexpected. I apologise once again.

[ /Filter ]

Jesus crackers! I get the joke now. Very good! Very good, indeed!

[Filtered away from anyone affected by the spell]

Has anyone figured out why this is and how to fix it? There is a way to fix it, right?

[Grant]

I miss you.

I miss waking up with you.

How are you?

Pardon me for interrupting. A lady said I should ask here to find my family. My name is Cullen Rutherford, and I am lost. My father is Finn Rutherford, and my sisters are Mia and Rosalie, and my brother is Branson. I am not sure how I got here. My mother is sick, so I need to get home to help.

I will admit to being slightly hungover after last night (and I need you all to please not talk so loud or walk near me or breathe or anything), but I'm not crazy in saying that there are many more short people today than there were yesterday, am I?

I swear on Maferath's hairy ass, I don't know how or why I keep ending up like this. One minute it's all jokes and drinks at the Hanged Man, the next it's waking up in some cold room with people pointing lights in your eyes and asking your name. Why do I keep ending up in the middle of the crazy shit? I've never said anything but positive things about Andraste's physical features.

No one tell the Seeker, but I could write a dozen books in half the time with something like this.

There was just the one dragon out there wasn't there? I know there's plenty of dangerous wildlife out there anyway but there was just one dragon, right?

[Grant]

I'm going for a walk outside, I need some air. I'll be back before the movie tonight.

Dear Pod God,

Please give me a limb to reattach so the Hawke siblings can be incredibly impressed with me.

Yours truly,

Simon Tam.


( private; )

My arrival a few days ago sparked more drama than I had anticipated. But for anyone that had been poking about, I am not a demon. Firmly sold on that fact, thank you.

I owe it to myself and all of you for a proper introduction, I suppose. I know my brother is fond of going by our last name, but you can simply call me Bethany. I'm a mage, like apparently Garrett, though our fields of specialization seem to be different. I'll be working in Medical, as a healer. It's not something I've done full time in ... a great many years, but I have skill and quite a lot of practice healing people in battle and after.

I'm choosing to take this place as a bit of a retirement. I've spent a great many years underground and on the move, always in battle. Without Darkspawn here, I think I'm content to enjoy the quiet that this place has to offer. Most days.

It's a bit like home in this regard, but I understand not everyone is comfortable or familiar with the idea of magic, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I promise I'm quite easy to get along with. And much prettier than my brother.

Attention, Mount Weather!

Found a box of fancy-looking cigars in a wrecked barn about five kilometers out (nothing else of note to salvage, Lopez, unless you like your dead bodies well-gone). They're terrible; half-wanted to die when I tried one. Still filled with regret.

Because I'm so kind, I'll share the wealth. Have eight, not counting the few I've stashed away for myself. Speak up and I'll give you one, unless I don't like you, in which case piss off.



Also, Evie, have anything that needs mending, put it on a pile in my room. Don't care which pile. Choose one. I'll have it back to you-- sometime. Sometime's good.

Garrett. Is this some kind of joke? Are you avoiding me? This isn't like any Fade I've ever seen and the people-

This is ridiculous.



I'm sorry. Hello. I'm Warden Bethany Hawke, and I was told my brother is here, along with some others I might know, but the brother part seemed impertinent, as he sent me off past Orlais and hasn't answered any of my letters. Aveline wouldn't even let me get a pretty dress.