The 100; a panfandom game

I think my sister have spent many time in her class drawing. Some of my clan has come to show me these very graphic drawings. Jacob, she say she give some to you too. I'm sorry.

She has a very active imagination and many interest in anatomy.

Two part question:

a) Who else has a computer from roughly the first couple decades of the 21st century
and most importantly,
b) What games do you have?

Bit of a buzzkill that witch, isn't she? Fascinating though! Don't often see a promise of going home wrapped in a promise of destruction, dodgy practice, that! Suppose, if wanted, I could throw my hat into the ring of finding her. Did get a brand new toy and all, might help. Might not. Who knows? Won't be sitting around twiddling my thumbs while someone wants to hurt the lot of you, least of all when I've got my coat back.

An ominous scare tactic.

Additionally, there's a lot to be said for a well-fitting suit.

[ Sgt. Pentaghast ]

My concern is less that the Witch managed to get access to the comm system and more that she seems to know anything at all of the people in the mountain and their desires. Assuming she's never been inside and hasn't had a great deal of contact with us that hasn't ended in stone, I worry about the implications of her knowledge and what else she may know.

We seemed to have a similar mindset before. Do we again, sergeant?

The Pod God is apparently turning sentimental - or remarkably good at manipulation. One of the two.

I missed a couple of old swords and daggers, and I missed my favorite blanket, and I missed fried druffalo steak with onions...but I didn't miss any of them as much as I missed my sweet puppy! Who is here now!

In other words, don't mind the dog in the tavern. He's a mabari, he knows how to behave. And he may not speak trade, but he does understand it, so don't say anything to him that you wouldn't say to me - he's getting to be an old man, but he's still in fine fighting form. His name is Biscuit. (I know, you shouldn't name a war dog Biscuit. It had been a very long day and he was shortbread-colored, and now he's used to it.)

And if anyone else has pets that have shown up, they're perfectly welcome in The Rose as long as:

1. They fit in the door and don't block pathways
2. Either they have proper control over themselves or you have proper control over them
3. They don't make a mess of the floor

OOC: he looks like this

Fight Club on Friday! Looking forward to seeing your smiling faces get punched.

[ Filtered to Edmund ]

Speaking of, I say this from a place of love and concern: next time you have one of those screaming around the room bits, is it better to let you wake up naturally, wake you up, or knock you out with a brick to the back of the head?

Christ, mate. You scared the shite out of me You need to sleep, you know, there's probably someone around here who could get you some sort of tea to put you under or something. Potion. Something. It's been ages since you've made it through the night all the way.

[ /Filter ]

All right, you primitive screwheads, listen up!

You're not actually primitive screwheads and I think you're all great, I just REALLY REALLY wanted to use that quote for an announcement and it was a perfect opportunity.

So! I took over the cooking lessons (to add some Latin flair!) when Mr. Bradshaw left. For those of you who've still been coming to the lessons while I kind find my groove in the job, I appreciate it, and I hope you've enjoyed some of the stuff my abuelita taught me.

I wanted to let you all know that there's another change! Instead of "every other Monday and Wednesday," I'm just moving it to every Monday. Same timeslot! It's just easier on my schedule to have something regular and locked down. I'm sure it's the same for a lot of you.

NOW for the REAL announcement. I've been working with our agriculture group (Peace, Mr. Kent, I'll miss you) to get a steady (as steady as plant growth is) flow of fresh ingredients, especially since everything I teach becomes dinner for everyone! Sweet deal, I know. So here's the plan. I'd like everyone to save up some dairy rations to help me with this, because I've got everything I need to make PIZZA. (Thanks, Pixie, for helping collect some plants, too!)

PS, Tony Friggin STARK and I are growing coffee beans in a localized greenhouse, you're welcome.

It'll be a bit different that you're used to, though. Grain is still hard to come by, so I'll be using cauliflower for the bread. BEFORE YOU FLINCH, let me say you won't even be able to tell the difference when I'm done. You'll love it, trust me. And be ready to get your grub on this Monday. And maybe this'll drum up some more people taking my class!

[Spider-Boss]

Dear Bossman, permission to requisition some lumber, some rope, and a really heavy rock?

[ooc | THIS is what he's making.]

I am trying very, very hard not to freak out here, but it's kind of hard when I just woke up in a pod on a radiation ridden post-apocalyptic Earth. Things were getting pretty other-worldly on Earth, but this? I didn't expect this. Ten again I didn't exactly expect aliens or robots who wanted nothing but the end of human existence either. I think I might be sick.

I just got out of medical and I need to get to my room assignment, so I can freak out in private but I was told there are people here who I should know.

This has been a really, really weird day. And if you knew my life, you'd know that's really saying something.

Anyway, hullo, weird future world. I'm Amy.

Filtered to Medical

Thank you for taking care of me and making sure Melody was okay. Giving birth in a mountain wasn't really part of my plan, but I don't think I could have asked for better.

All right, I feel like playing the piano. Anyone interested in singing (or playing along with whatever other instrument you've got), come meet me in the theater! Does anyone know Scots folk songs? I could especially use a soprano, because I've had "O Whistle and I'll Come To Ye My Lad" all afternoon. Or come teach me a new song. I don't even care, I just need some music.

[Chatty to Ianto Jones]

Do yourself a favor and meet me in the tavern.

Did not expect to find out that a Starbucks appeared overnight but hey, I'll take it. I could use a chai tea latte right about now.

Didn't that lady just post about not accepting damn food from strangers and now you're all lining up to feed your coffee addiction?

No wonder the fucking devil wins.

So, fun fact: I actually HATE coffee.

Which means I might be willing to give up my share if someone makes me a compelling enough offer.

I don't not understand this uproar over the drink called coffee. Do you all require it for sustenance? I attempted a taste this morning and it was bitter and tasted of hate.


Are we permitted to build outside of the mountain? Our own dwellings? My [...] former home was open and forged from nature, and I find myself longing to live beyond the stone.

Where exactly do we put in the requests to the "pod god" for more caffeine, and other supplies before they too start becoming scarce?

Someone needs to either grow (or find) more coffee or get their hands on some goddamn tobacco. Expecting me to give up both is cruel and unusual.

I can't believe I'm This place is full of smells I know we got all sorts of folks here besides humans, and no one's hunting any of y'all, no one's trying to limit your rights. Seems too good to be true, but I gotta ask because I'm sick of dancing around it. How many of you can turn into something else, like an animal?

I can handle constant threat of radiation poisoning, death-by-arrow, dragon, White Witch and werewolf, but a coffee ration? That just hurts. If I had a trailer, I'd be storming back to it.