The 100; a panfandom game

WHO Dela & AGB
WHAT Dela's a lot more upset about Things than she's letting on, and AGB can tell. Plus, she's going to take him home with her this weekend. It's mostly general cuteness.
WHEN Yesterday
WHERE Dela's room
RATING Cute!

( It is troubling, all of this. )

If you don't want generalising bigots who never shut up to be your representative, let me know below, because I'm going to storm the comms team and put out a message. Peacefully storm. I'll knock politely, probably. Comms team, radio people, you're great, but I need to borrow your stuff.

Anyhow, whatever turns out with the coalition, I don't want to be associated with the disgusting messages spewing onto our network that put all Grounders in one basket. You lot who argue back on the network are doing a bang-up job and keep at it, but I don't argue worth rot. But I can talk. Our friends who happen to be from different tribes with different takes on what's happening don't deserve to think ill of all of us just because some cretin who's more savvy with tech than he or she is at basic human decency is blasting us full-stop with their sordid opinions. I'm not about to be one of them because I didn't loan my voice when the time got right. Who's with me?

Is anyone else really, really confused by the suddenly vocal wave of antipathy for the Grounders? Did I miss a memo? Did someone draw penises on Councilor Wolverine's face while he was sleeping? Did one of them bring a bag of salad to a Superbowl party? Not to mention that "the Grounders" is a really broad term for numerous and diverse tribes with their own sets of rules, alliances, and cultures.

I'm good with hating people - it's my fav! - but generally I like to be in the know on the why.

Also, to continue the tone of this combative entry, The Princess Bride is mediocre at best and you guys can come at me.

Sooo, I think we can all agree that communications is less than optimal in a world like this. People are at Polis right now and we can't talk to them given how far away they are. Walkie-talkies which are so old are incredibly limited and I can't even get them to sync up with our omni-tools.

I have hundreds of blueprints and I can turn anything into a communication device with scrap metal, tape and wiring, so I'd like to see if we can do a few salvaging runs and work on building communication towers? We have a lot of people who can fly and teleport to do drop-off installs, and setting up wireless beacons with a transponder could be possible?

Anyone else familiar with communications enough to help me? With enough brains and tequila, we can do anything!

Hiiii. I'm Judy Hopps. Officer Judy Hopps. I wasn't really expecting to wake up — here. I thooooought maybe I stepped on the wrong train and got off in Rainforest District, but this doesn't look like a rainforest at all. Lots of green, kind of wet, but not a rainforest.

Then they tell me I'm on Earth, but no one here looks like any animal I know at all. Never seen anyone like — what are you called? Forgive me if that sounds rude or unthinking, I've just never seen anything like you.

I'm an officer in law enforcement, so hello! I'm your new coworker. I REALLY hope I don't have to start all over with the token bunny stuff again

[...] There's no parking meters here, right?

Dead sorry about missing the battle. Evie and I are sorting out times for Fight Club. We'll let you know when's the next time available to hit the stuffing out of each other.

Right then, what next? Suppose there's to be some sort of poking around about the magic that sent us off, yeah? Defer to the magic-users on the specifics; I wouldn't know a rabbit from a hat, and my standing about and glowering's no help to anyone.

Besides that, moving forward. We've had what, three times spells have gone belly up? Isn't right. There's got to be some sort of process in place when doing big magic? Someone to check with at the least? If not, well. Let's do it, let's have a civilization, and all the legal processes that entails, God help us.

So how do we get started?

WHO Dela & AGB
WHAT Reunion!
WHEN Very, very soon after the mass-arrival.
WHERE Medical.
WARNINGS Mentions of the battle, but nothing too terrible!

( You know me? )

[Filtered to Bethany]
You are never gonna guess what just happened at Trivia.


[Filtered to whichever ones of Alex's friends come out for Trivia]
So THAT just happened! I'm typing instead of talking because I don't wanna be next on the punching list. My wife has expressly forbidden that I ever show up in the ED.

[Filter to Bethany]
Hey honey, is it cool with you if we have a couple people over for games tonight? I'm thinking we kick it old school, order some pizza and throw down on some Mario Kart. <3
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[Filter to Jordan]
2 questions:
1. I'm working on clearing impromptu game night with Beth. If she's down, are you in?
2. Are you and Ezio still feuding, or is he safe to invite?

Beth's feeling crummy and she's probably gonna crash early. Wanna play some LoL tonight?
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WHO: Alexander Graham Bell and Dela
WHAT: Post-Battle: AGB greets his returning warrior, and then they go take a shower together. Because adrenaline.
WHEN: After the battle today.
WHERE: In the entrance to Mt. Weather.
WARNING: It gets suggestive at the end, but mostly is just cute. Some mentions of battle-related death, but nothing specific.

( AGB and Dela reunite post-battle. Alternatively: AGB is still adorably chivalrous even when faced with the prospect of getting naked. )

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.

[Filtered to Toolmakers, Blacksmiths, and Infrastructure]

Right, so - Bell here, and I've got a small project.

Henry Mills is looking to have an Easter egg hunt. He wants 200 or so eggs, hollow, that he can put candy in. I asked if I might have a bit of fun with it, and he says that as long as they hold candy, they can do whatever else we like.

Anyone else want in? I've got a basic design set, based on what I use for making smoke bombs, so there's no need to go re-inventing the wheel, but I imagine the children would enjoy whatever creativity folk might like to put to it. Would anyone else like to help?
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[Filtered to Jacob, Miss Frye, Miss Dela, and Signor Auditore]
Brainstorming time, mates. Things a hollow egg could do that would be entertaining but not harmful to children: go.
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If I can get plastic or metal or I guess wood might work? Maybe? But could someone somehow make those pieces into hollowed out eggs so we can make sure the kids get to have an egg hunt?

I've got candy left over that I was saving. But I'll give it up so we can have an Easter egg hunt.

Good news! I've managed to attach a fairly sizeable bit of bolt to an axe despite having very little training and/or experience with the creation of bolt paper! (Bolt paper is, of course, the electrical sister to fire paper, with which some of you already have experience.) Congratulations, me! I've more testing to do before I release my prototype to our friends in the military, but I thought an update would not go amiss.

Bad news! I've tried to get the smell of singed flesh out of the Toolmaking room with mixed results. Deepest apologies! It's a work in progress.

WHO: Dela and Alexander Graham Bell
WHEN: Sunday evening
WHERE: The Mount Weather gym
WHAT: A training session so AGB doesn’t tragically die like in the Friday Meme, and also smooches.
WARNINGS: Fluff. Pure candyfloss. You’ve been warned.

( So really...really, what was being just a teensy bit more improper? )

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.

WHO: Alexander Graham Bell and Dela
WHAT: AGB and Dela are working on Project: Trigedasleng Translator. See also: two total opposites are just about as cute as two people can be.
WHEN: We'll say like... Tuesday.
WHERE: Some common area.
WARNING: None!

( His influence was primarily that of discovering the spectrum of smiles she was capable of giving. )

[ Filtered to Friends; Feel Free to Assume! ]

I lied, may the Great Ones help me, I lied like a rug. I am so sorry. I failed my Sergeant and I failed Mount Weather and I failed myself. Do not tell him. He will hate me. I am terrible.

But the little cakes on a stick were so cute! Little bows! I ate a pink one. I want another but I will not risk going now. May they have mercy upon me. It was delicious. Delicious!

Don't do as I did. Take Satan's cake pops seriously! I am lost. Save yourselves!

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Are the only high-speed communication methods here controlled by the local government? The radio, the network...do I understand correctly that there's nothing else?

JACOB FRYE.

Mr. Stark and I require you in the workshop IMMEDIATELY. And also Miss Frye! Whomever's most adventurous today!

WE HAVE AN IRON HORSE.

Mr. Stark thinks he can ride it, but I hold we are one whiskey too wrecked for that. And we haven't slept in two days. Three days? Honestly I'm not sure, the point is, you have got to see this thing!