The 100; a panfandom game

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –


Not quite the Eternity Emily or I had in mind.

Sooo. Here is the thing.

The skeletons tail was nogt where I expected. And that was a not skeleton.

But what is important is that the future still has drunkposting.

I love all of you people who aren't Damon. Especially booze provideers. Blessed are the boozemakers.

I have been your Lexi

Adiu! ...only not cause Hiiii

Can someone do a psychic witchy locatory thing for me. I appear to have lost a blonde vampire. And, she was the least irritating of the two of them.

Who: Damon Salvatore
When: This morning, just before he becomes normal
Where: Starts in Mount Weather and out into the forest
What: Turning back into a vampire, and running too far.
Rating: Kinda 15ish, warnings for vampire feeding mostly
Status: Complete


( Damon had not enjoyed his time as a human. )

ATTENTION!

If you're doing anything freaky with any newly-discovered (or rediscovered) bodily functions, you'll want to stop in the next, oh...

Let's make it fifteen minutes.

Or things could go wrong in a hurry.

Thanks!

Oh, also:

MISSING!

1 recently deceased body. Female with pink hair, glasses. If found please return to Loki Laufeyson.

I can feel my heartbeat.

Chocolate. I need chocolate. Do we have ice cream here?

Okay this place has done some fun interesting things, we've all laughed.

But making me a friggin vampire. Not okay. Not even a little bit okay.

Small mercy that I don't feel a homicidal demonic urge to kill but I do feel...freaking everything. A lot.

Anyone. Anyone laughs at the irony someone's getting punched. B, that absolutely includes you.

NO NO NO NO NO! AND DID I MENTION...NO!

This is so not okay, it's not funny. Whoever did this, you're a dick! A giant, dick. And, when I'm back to normal, I will find you.

So this is new.

Even for me.

Hi everyone. I'm Lexi, I'm going to be a Nurse here, which totally takes me back bt dubs. So catch a girl up

I think we've gotten the alcohol content on the whiskey a little less terrifying. It's an art as much as it's a science, particularly under these sorts of conditions. With such limited resources, the experimentation process takes a while. So while the alcohol content is more what we're going for now, the taste is still leaving a lot to be desired. I've started three new batches of mash today. Here's hoping one of them gets us closer to the victory.

Killing darkspawn was much easier than this. Significantly more likely to have me meet an untimely end, but easier. It's funny how that works, isn't it? When you have one major overriding goal (kill the archdemon, end the Blight, track down the key to ending the Calling), a lot of decisions are simple. You do the things that lead to the goal, the end. That's it. I have to make small decisions now that don't affect anyone other than me in any significant way, and every single one of them is harder to make than any of the ones I've made that affected whole countries.

Urgency breeds clarity, I suppose.

Back unscathed, for the two or three of you that might matter to.

It seemed to go well but obviously the negotiations were Clarke's thing

Did I miss anything interesting?

I was thinking recently about my death. (It's morbid, I know, keep scrolling if you're iffy about it.) I know there are others who got to live because they came here, and I was wondering how that affected you in your beliefs. About religion or the afterlife, or... anything else, really.

[Filtered to Rebekah]

Miss Mikaelson, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the dance this evening?

This was very poorly timed.

Whoever's making that damned screeching noise*. Stop it. Some of us have really sensitive hearing.

*Feel free to claim it was you. I don't have it plotted with anyone.

[Chatty to Faith]

~ Avast, thar sexy slayer 'o me kind.
~ I could do wit' a drinkin' bucko.
~ Ye free?

[Filtered to Elena]

Want to go to a bonfire, Miss Gilbert?

Think you can try not to want to kill me this time?

Turns out I missed teaching people to shoot. Who knew? On the upside no one said bang while firing.

[Skye]

How are things since Fitz went? How's Simmons.

And any chance I could steal you again later. It was nice talking before. No one shot or betrayed anyone. It was almost progress

[Betsy]

I've been spending time with her. But then you knew that. And who I mean.

Am I completely insane?

Not all therapy's sitting in a chair, talking to someone about your problems. Sometimes it's social interaction and just knowing that someone is there for you should you want to talk about those problems. Sometimes it's just being a friend.

Anyone got a baseball or football around here? Thought maybe we could get a flag football game going or something.

MURPHY:

Thinking about being down in the gym at lunch tomorrow. Signed up for the basketball too.

That was fucking uncomfortable. Do all these dipshit doctors try to right hook the patients, or is it just the skinny one who's got a dick stuck up his ass?

"But Dean, a werewolf bit your face off and you were dead!" Yes I was, I got better, the end.