The 100; a panfandom game

DOCTORS (10, 11, 12)

I need your help with Audrey. She said you know what's going on with her already. Do you know how to fix her?

LAW ENFORCEMENT

Go back to what you were doing. I'll handle this.

[ Filter: Nathan Wuornos ]

Playing hooky, boss man? You know that's not the example to set for an impressionable young worker bee such as myself.



Seriously, where are you? Parker's looked worried all day and I felt bad about grilling her because she's my ultimate hair goal, so I'm grilling you instead.

[ /Filter ]

CHUCK CHARLES:

You're either going to hate me or love me. Or maybe a little of both. Or maybe just love me, considering you're the one who keeps pushing me to be open and honest.

Well, I was open and honest. I was so open and so honest that we might have a partner in crime. Or, make that a partner in solving crimes, which are mostly hypothetical right now but could become real. Doesn't hurt to be prepared, right?

Besides, she reminds me of Olive and Emerson, if Olive and Emerson had a tiny blonde baby and that baby was a plucky private detective. And I spilled out my secret and she was like "Hey, need a Gal Friday" and I said yes and I'm feeling impulsive. I'm still riding the rush. I could do anything! Maybe I'll dye my hair or get a tattoo of a strawberry on my butt.

CHUCK CHARLES + VERONICA MARS:

Veronica, meet Chuck.

Chuck, meet Veronica.

[ Private ]

Veronica Mars, what have you got yourself into this time?

"It was never supposed to be this way." I figured I was done being shocked by the way life rips away my agency, that I'd never be so naive as to write those words in a journal, but here we are: four for you, Pod God, you got me good. I spent the last three years of my life trying to save enough money to get out of Neptune and now I'm so far from it that I can't find my way back.

Cry more, Veronica. Everyone's got a sob story. The ones who don't are the ones making them for other people. Now do what you do best, and detect.

Work's fine. Nathan W's one of the Specials - that's going to be the watchword from here on out for 'people who have something notable about them that may or may not be biologically improbable'. Sorry journal, I'm still too fresh to write "magic" down as a legitimate thing - but I don't know how, and I like him too much to snoop. He had some hints about how home was more of this same. At least I know what Rogue's trying to conquer. No handshakes of congratulations for her anytime soon, but at least she's angry. Anger is good. Hope lets you down, time and time again, but anger's always available to spur you on.

Back home Neptune's finest used to say "no body, no problem" as a way to keep from caring about teenage runaways under a certain income bracket. We're up to our eyeballs in bodies, here. Duplicates of that British woman, the ghosts of this mountain we're not supposed to talk about, characters from Harry Potter that died years and years and years ago and are back up walking around. Join them, Veronica. Be a body. Blend. If your story in Neptune's been put on hold, write a new one. And stop missing Dad

[ /Private ]

FYI, I dropped 'hallucination' from my vocabulary when talking about you guys. Way too many syllables, and is it even true? EH. Does 'people' work? I think it works.

Now that gathering has become mostly digging in the dirt and the snow, I gotta tell you I get real excited when I find something that's actually useful. Ginger root, today. That's worth a finger or two, probably, for a little zing to the evening's casserole.

But this flashpan joy - what it continually reminds me is that I spent a lot of time looking back where I was before. I spent a lot of time trying to negotiate a world that didn't want me in it instead of creating my own world around it.

I'm not going to say 'if I ever get back' or something like that. Because how foolish. But what I'm going to say is - time to pull up the big girl panties and look ahead, Rogue. Get your shit together and keep on trucking.

My first thought was that I got this. It couldn't be worse than getting stranded overnight in Star City because you missed the last flight back home!

...it's worse, isn't it?

So when I said to myself, "Self, you need yourself a mental break", I didn't actually mean a full-on mental break. I was thinking more liiiiiike a weekend of shopping? Bad TV watching? Cheetos may have featured heavily in this picture. But no, I just had to go and lose my mind instead.

It was almost in the cards. The last thing I said back home? "Well, if I don't make it to the library tonight, it's not the end of the world."

BOOM. Here we are.

Hello, friendly hallucinations. My name's Veronica Mars.

Testing?

This is so stupid. What am I even supposed to say? Should have given me a script, Bell

I'm supposed to be doing a test to see who can actually see this to check and see if the network is up and running. I guess if you can see this, reply back with your name and if you're having any kind of issues? I can pass them along to whoever.