The 100; a panfandom game

So I got this friend. And this other friend who's mostly a friend through mutual love of cigarettes and sarcasm.

And one time, I hear they got into this whole big drama fight...well okay they do that a lot, mostly over hair, but this one was hardcore. And it never got any real answer.

So this is me putting it out there to the masses.

If Cavemen and Astronauts got into a fight,, who would win?

FRIENDS:

Hi? Um, I'm not sure how to say I'm sorry without feeling like I should just lock myself up permanently.

FLASH THOMPSON 616:

Thank you so much for what you did. Where are you?

FILTERED: FLASH THOMPSON (TRN123)

That was a stu Are you o How are

You good?

FILTERED: IILYRIA

You're still around?

Then we should talk.

This is probably bad timing, but I'm sure at least...

Let's see. There's one, two...

At least ten of you could make the counterargument that it's never good timing when I turn up. Valid point. I don't specifically remember planning this, though. Upwards of twenty of you would ask why you should believe that. This, also, is a valid point.

Anyway, I'm Loki. Hello.

WHO: Mount Weather vs Ulric's Werewolves
WHEN: August 29. 2150
WHERE: Surrounding Mount Weather
WHAT: Fight fight fight!
STATUS: Please reply under the sections. If you have questions, direct them here.
WARNINGS: Probably goes without saying that there will be lots of blood, gore, death, injuries.

( This would end, one way or another, tonight. )

ANGEL, FLASH THOMPSON, SPIDER-MAN (BOTH):

Can I ask a big favor of you guys?

It's no secret we've got werewolves around the camp. Hunting's been delegated to inside the perimeter and fishing hasn't been done since the Grounders staked out the river a few weeks ago. The terms of the truce are simple: the Grounders leave Mount Weather and its environs alone, and we leave them alone. The werewolves are playing a game of chicken with us, standing at the perimeter, daring us to do anything. We're in a tenuous position, and the full moon's coming up.

I'm calling for volunteers — preferably with some kind of fight training — to spend the next few days training when if they attack on the full moon. We've got a course going on right now on how to fight werewolves.

If you can't fight, you can volunteer for medical assistance. We're going to need it. Always good to have people who can mend others.

THE 100:

Times like this, I kind of wish we hadn't blown the the damn acid fog.

ROCKET (& GROOT):

Hey, I was wondering what you fellas were doing later on? I was going to go out and take a look at the luminescent foliage and thought I could use some company.

What do you say?

FLASH THOMPSON 616:

Are you doing the movie night tomorrow?

I'm not a morning person really, but sheesh. Slimey tentacles that grab my legs in the morning? Not the kind of fun I was hoping for this morning.

Angel, we should probably — there's no books to hit, but you know, patrol. Find out stuff.

Your insignificant human shells are weak. This sickness is foul but your whimpering and mewling will do you no favors. Cease in this destitution, and you may yet live. Except Martin Carrick. He is beyond help and will be dead in moments. Nothing can be done. Someone will need to remove the carcass.

I have allied myself with the Flora colossus, Groot, to provide aid to those who still prove endurance.

PETER PARKER & BEN REILLY:

I should have asked before I just gave him alcohol vouchers. I feel like such an idiot.

FLASH THOMPSON 616:

I know I already —

I'm so sorry. I just keep getting this wrong.

FLASH THOMPSON (TRN123) & ARACELY:

I just wanted to say happy birthday one more time, guys. I hope you had a good one, despite us embarrassing you.

Paging Mr. Kaine I'm-Not-a-Parker! Please report to the mess hall. The over-sized spider that calls you dad is giving me looks, and I'm not giving him my dinner.

FRIENDS OF FLASH THOMPSON (616 & TRN123) & ANY FRIENDS OF PETER WHO CAN BE BRIBED INTO THIS:

Okay, so there's a guy with a birthday tomorrow, and I just realized I don't know what happens for birthdays down here. I was thinking cake and embarrassment, but we might be fresh out of cake.

You know, I wish you lot would stop complaining about the alcohol. We know it's not good, all right? We know it, and we're working really bloody hard to make it better. But when all we ever hear is "This shite is terrible.", it's really hard to want to come here every day and do our jobs. How about telling us what we're doing right? What you like about one thing or another instead of just always negative? You don't hear us complaining about the food being shite or how we wish the farmers would grow more things, do you? They're doing the best they can, and doing a bloody good job of it. And so are we, you know. We're doing our best, and we're getting better.

And you know. If you know so much about how to brew beer and different wines and how to get started making whiskies with the very limited resources we have here, the door's open throughout the day, and we'd love any help any of you can give us. I'd guess you'd rather just bitch about though.

So can anyone tell me if there is any way out of this hellhole? The quacks in medical said there isn't, but I think they were trying to keep me calm when it was obvious that I was, and am, itching to punch something. Or someone. They also said I should introduce myself, because apparently going to group therapy over a network without access to Netflix is helpful. Sure. Okay.

I'm Duke Crocker, and I'm not mentally ill.

Hi. I'm Scott. It's been a really interesting week, so I'm just going to cut to the chase and ask one thing.

Has anyone else tried to hold down a conversation with a tree, or should I head back to medical for another check-up?

You know, the lab here's pretty stocked for an end of the world scenario. I guess I should have known, what with Mount Weather being secret and all back in my world.

And I knew I should have dragged Angel to the States so I could get some tacos. Now I'm craving the hell out of them. I should learn how to make taco shells. We've got corn here, don't we?

You know, I'm starting to think that maybe I should take these midwife classes. It wouldn't be the first time I've been around for the birth of a baby. Sure would be nice to be more helpful. Of course, the last time, it was a vampire and she staked herself — I've got double memories and it's hard to figure out which

I hear there's a book club? What are they reading?



I miss Lorne. He'd have a karaoke bar all setup here and open for business. Even if there really wasn't any business.

How the fuck am I supposed to

Well, I've seen bloody everything now. I've never seen a girl turn blue before. At least, not and still be alive.

FLASH THOMPSON (616), PETER PARKER, KAINE PARKER, FAITH LEHANE:

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for any of that to happen. Big Blue's not a nice person. Demon. God. Thing. And she's real curious about you three boys now.And I totally understand if you don't want to be fri

I'm not entirely convinced this isn't HYDRA, or Leviathan. I've been told by the doctors about the circumstances of my arrival, but I don't believe it, it's far too Orwellian. It's simply not possible.

Perhaps it's a dream. That's it. A horrible nightmare. I think I shall sit here until I awaken.