The 100; a panfandom game

Has anyone got [...] smaller clothes that I can borrow until I fit into the big ones again? I don't need many. Just a shirt and pants.

[...] I'm Sam. Winchester.

Finally, I don't feel like death warmed over. Just a little death.

So what did I miss?

PS. I heard about the dragon, but I couldn't bring myself to get up. Brag to me!

[Animals & Agriculture]

I've been asked to take over for Neville as second-in-command for our department. I'm not sure how many of you know about my history. I was the leader of what we called "The Farm" back home, which was the home of all of the animal Fables that couldn't afford or didn't want a human glamour. We were not only self sustaining, but we also provided the Fables in the city with all of their agricultural needs. I guess you could say I am uniquely qualified for the job, which was why I was asked. I'm taking 24 hours to decide though because I don't want to take over a department that doesn't want me at it's head. Did that once, wasn't fun. So, speak now with your objections or forever hold your peace and all that.

I woke up this morning with the worst headache and congestion. How you can tell it's winter? Kate Bishop gets a cold. How did people blow their noses on handkerchiefs? What if your entire head comes out of your nose? Then you're stuck with this little washcloth thing that you then have to WASH. Gross.

I'm quarantining myself. Save yourself! Stay away!

I was thinking we could all use a little community-building exercise. DON'T GROAN. This will be fun. Maybe we're not all up to trust falls, but here's an easy one: where are you guys from? Because I know some of you come from some real zany places, and y'know what? Maybe there's someone else around here who used to live up the street and you never knew it.

I'll go first!

I'm from Forest Hills, Queens. A bunch of you probably know where that is, but it's (it was?) part of a place called New York City, which iiiiis... pretty far away from here if you're walking. It has to be about 250 miles north of here? Let's roll with that. We have a baseball team that never wins, some airports, and we're all fluent in the language of Mass Transit. Mostly because you can't leave Queens without taking 2 buses and a subway ride to get wherever you want, and you get really good at figuring out what they're saying on the broken loudspeakers in the stations.

This truth thing is crap. I skipped work to keep myself from babbling at people all damn day. I got on the network to check on everyone else and I can't stop myself.

I fucking miss women. I've slept with three men since I got here. I was trying to move in on Carol Danvers months ago, before Cap beat me to it. It's not that I don't like Cas, because I do. God damn it, do I like Cas. I have a hard time admitting it because I'm emotionally stunted and my first instinct is to lie about my feelings. I still call myself straight, and I know that's fucked up.

I lie about a lot. I don't think that would surprise anybody close to me, but I lie to Sam all the damn time. I know there are things we don't tell each other, and I'm fine with most of that, I don't really need to know about his sex life or what he thinks about Star Trek, but I feel like lying to protect him is my job, the way you lie to kids. I still think of him as twelve. I feel responsible when he makes mistakes or get into touble. I know damn well I shouldn't, he's a grown-ass man who can make his own choices, but I project like it's going out of style. He got all the good parts of our Dad and I just got the shitty decisions and the drinking. If I act like Sam needs me to watch him, I can pretend that's not true.


( content warning for discussion of rape in the dean/kate conversation )

504K:

Are we doing something for Christmas? Or is this one of those moments when you just sort of put your hand on my face and say no?

I'm probably not the best person to weigh in on matters of revenge or vigilante justice. But I'd really like to see this system we're setting up here get a win, for once.

CAS

Hey. How're you feeling?

I'm not used to any competition for this body, but I always knew I had good taste.

Or maybe it was the "real me" that smoke was after? That wouldn't have worked out for it.

My life just keeps getting stranger and stranger. This is... definitely a first.

Maya Lopez. Apparently there may, or may not, be people I know here?

I've been doing a great deal of reading on the topic, but I confess to being no closer to understanding the dominant religions of this world. Not to say that I don't find their stories fascinating - I do! - but there seems to be such variety and disagreement as to interpretation that I hardly know what is popular and what is erm. Niche. Not that it's any different in my world - one moment a martyr, the next a heretic - but there's a broad deviation from what I believe to be true in my faith that I'm afraid I'm left quite confused.



So, let me ensure that this is correct: this season that we are in now - "Yule", or tomorrow - "Hanukkah", and later on "Christmas" - these holidays are all from separate faiths, correct? The first is a Pagan holiday celebrating the season of midwinter, the next is a holiday commemorating the unlikely survival of a people against a tyrannical ruler, and the last is a celebration of a child with godly parentage who will eventually be revered as the holy undead.

(Please correct me if I've phrased something incorrectly or been offensive. Yharnam is terribly isolated, in its own way, and while all these religions are interesting to read about it does make me homesick for the Bloodletting Feast of the Great One Reborn. Such revelry among the burning pyres! But alas.)

( Filtered away from Jessica Jones* )

Well, now that I've stopped seeing cartoon birds flying about, I'd like to say thank you to those of you who came to help this evening. I'm sorry for the trouble, though it can't be helped. Perhaps I'm only sorry I can't make it better.

Ah. Anyway, there it is. Hope you're all recovered and without any severe detriment to your person. And... more importantly, I do hope no one holds it against her.

[ *Until further notice, his posts will be this way because he doesn't want her to have to relive seeing Kilgrave any time he updates. ]

This place is fucking weird and I call bullshit on your bartenders. If I want to get shitfaced in a literal hole in the wall, I have the right to get shitfaced, especially on my first night.


EVERYONE FROM THE MESS HALL BRAWL:

Still not sold on... the hell did you call him, The Doctor? Who's just called "The Doctor"? Sounds like the kind of pretentious shit I'd expect out of his face.

Anyway, sorry for hitting some of you. Your friend's ugly.

( ooc; oop, just for insurance, content warnings for alcoholism and discussions of kilgrave's mind control under here. if you've seen the show, you know what's up. )

WHO: Castiel and Crowley
WHEN: Ambiguously in October before Demon!Dean has been cured
WHERE: Crowley's room (504J2)
WHAT: DVD extras! In this delayed deleted scene from October, Cas confronts Crowley about what Crowley did to his grace to keep him from being able to harm demons.
WARNINGS: N/A - not really. Crowley gets rather fresh.


( Sam had been right, of course )

I know that some of you guys are adorably not well-versed in the ways of the internet or how we got to know each other online like, 200 years ago. There were quizzes but one of my favourite things (HELLO HARRY POTTER PEOPLE) was called the "Veritaserum Meme" ... I know, sounds CRAZY right? Well, it's definitely something like crazy. It's like a "Truth or Dare" game without the dare.

Because I don't know you guys yet, but apparently you used to be pals with an old version of me, I figured we could start off all shiny and brand new. I get to find out more about you, you get to find out more about me. So we are going to play the VERITASERUM MEME.

And Mount Weather, you're going to be totally cool about it. We're blizzard buddies. We're going to learn things about each other. No secrets among friends!!

OH NO. You have been given a dose of Veritaserum (basically, this is a thing that makes you tell the truth no matter what). Comment below with your name so that people can ask you questions which you must answer honestly. Feel free to take advantage of other people in a similarly dosed state, too.

So... I'm officially making a new rule for the apiary. And the greenhouse. And the rest of the animal and agriculture areas.

Please don't have sex in the animal or agriculture areas. Please.






Please don't.

WHO: Dean & Cas
WHEN: Super late Monday night/super early Tuesday morning. Hard to tell.
WHERE: Dean's ~dream~. No, really.
WHAT: Cas crashes Dean's dream. It's kind of sad and kind of cute.
WARNING(S): None!


( I thought you might like company. )

I want to know what happened to my memories. Where I went when I left here. I want to know why I keep hitting a bloody barrier when I try a bit of bilocation back home. I want to know who's got that much and that strong a magic that they can keep even me out.

I need willing guinea pigs. No harm should will come to you. I need to track your essence, your soul. The longer you've been here the better.

FILTERED TO KATE BISHOP:

Who are you?

DESTIEL & SAM WINCHESTER:

Cute stunt last night. Prepare for retaliation. You'll never even see us coming.