The 100; a panfandom game

[FILTERED TO CAROL DANVERS, CLINT BARTON & JEN WALTERS]

Might ACTUALLY have to relocate to one of the settlements if anyone gets wind that I have a couple bags of coffee from the pod drop.


I'm only sharing with you guys. Abuse your privileges and I punch you. And trade it on the black market for one of those cute mini elephant pets.

[FILTERED TO FRIENDS]

Who wants to get high?


Did I say that right? The things I remember from Storybrooke are erratic and generally unhelpful, honestly. For instance, pizza rolls. Why in God's name did these things exist and why do I want twenty?

Perdonami. The point. With the help of a few naturally inclined individuals, and possibly some genuine magic, I now have a half dozen cannabis plants. More importantly, I have a smokeable harvest, tested several times over. So far, no one has dropped dead or grown an extra limb. That said, I am not responsible for any accidents, dismemberments, or bad decisions.

Unless they are fun bad decisions and you are happy you made them. Then I want all the credit.

oh boy, group work is so awesome. it makes me delightfully happy. why didn't i engage in full-on group work before. i've been missing out basically my whole life.

(now can i have a gold star, mom? can i?)

[RAVEN]

hi boss. funny story. i was out scavenging for what i think will be not exactly primitive settlements and i happened upon some decommissioned missiles - interesting, sure. let's not think about how they got there.

i took apart one of the warheads and found palladium! some parts that i could use to build a self-sustaining power supply for at least one settlement. maybe more. depends on what you've got.

Good idea: Spontaneous magic chocolate. Bad idea: Sentient chocolate that wants you to stay off its lawn. The moral of today's story? (Wheel of Morality turn, turn, turn...) Beware bears bearing golden tickets.

Filtered to the Taskforce:

I got nothing on this residue, dudes. Anyone want to take a second look?

[Friends]

I must have been incredibly naïve to think that being in another universe would mean that we'd be able to avoid going through something like this all over again.

CAROL & JESS:

Girls, I have got to get out of this post-Janitor Tony Stark funk. Wish me luck.

BUCKY BARNES:

Hey there, stud.

You catch your breath from round one?

It looks as though I've managed to fall into a little extra free time and I'd like to occupy that time with as much work as helping out how I can. I have the unstable molecule fabric I'm looking into, though I can't say I'm making much headway there. If there is anything else that anyone would like me to give my attention to, please speak up.

[Natasha, Bucky]
How is the arm holding up? Any complaints? If it's all right I'd like to do one last check up on it before I'm completely satisfied with the end result.

[Jennifer Walters]
I haven't been able to sleep since Amadaeus' little show the other day. I'm not sure who else to talk to about it.

[Tony Stark]
Oh, did I forget to mention there are two other Hulks here now?

[Filtered to Bruce Banner]

Dude. Two things.

1. Can I borrow pants?
2. I've got something to show you.

[Filtered to Flash Thompson (TRN123)]

Wow. You really weren't kidding about the massive headache that accompanies the epic brain dump. Totes worth it though.

[ETA: Filtered to Jen Walters]

Hey, do you remember the last time we met up back home?

Someone's gotta have some Rihanna around here.

JOHNNY STORM:

Holy crap, I need to get out of here. The low ceilings are NOT great here, and I could really punch a few things.

Wanna go find some place with IDK, a bunch of rocks for target practice?

Can't even get drunk with the rationing here. Took a crapload back home, and the last time I went out drinking, poor Patsy got so drunk she ended up hurting herself in a HYDRA fight. I'd like to skip the part where I have to carry a human torch back to base.

hey mount weather! thanks for messing things up for me to fix successfully ...

jenn
hey jen, i like you better in g
HA HA NOPE

also thanks for setting up all the stereotypes i ever had about living in the 'burbs. (they're true. they're ALL true. holy hell.)

[Carol, Jess, Jennifer (all 616)]

You've all been pretty quiet since you got back. How are you doing?

TOM SMITH:

What the hell was that?

EZIO, ARI MIRK-THORIN & OLIVER THORIN:

Okay. You were all right. You happy?

( Bring it, pirates*. )

*Please don't actually Bring Anything.
*Unless it's rum.
*Or a band-aid. I nicked myself just getting this thing down off its wall mount.

[FILTERED TO BOBBI SHIELDS]

In the "research" phase of this evening, I stumbled onto this buried treasure. You're welcome.

there are angry bees in the supply shed behind the football field. don't come unless you have an epi pen.

[616 Filter]

Is everyone okay? All limbs accounted for?

"Open a law firm with me, Foggy," Matt said, and I did.

"Fake your death, Foggy," Matt said, and I did.

"Move to California, Foggy," Matt said, and I did.

"Come hang out with Matt in the literal Apocalypse," said the universe, I assume because Matt told it to, and now I'm here whether I like it or not.


My name is Foggy Nelson. If any of you have long-standing complaints with Matt Murdock, I'll put a basket out in front of my door that you can leave them in. I won't read them, but they'll make a good trash can fire.

I wonder what it says about me that I'm really not all that surprised to be in an irradiated post-apocalyptic future?

Johnny, they told me you're here and that this isn't your fault. I'm not completely sure I believe them on the second part. I hear there are a few other familiar faces here, too.

This is a depressing place to visit. It's not the worse I've ever seen but it doesn't exactly scream destination spot. Note to self: fire travel agent.

This pamphlet thing says there's a tavern around here. Anyone want to point me in that direction?

FILTERED TO MARVEL 616 (AND BEN):

Okay, here's the thing: I don't know how everyone got their powers, but I know there's gotta be a few of us who would be on a talk show titled "How Radiation Changed My Life." Mostly because our world was selling radiation-based powers like fad pants for, like, ten years.

What am I getting at? Maybe go get a non-routine checkup if you've been here a while. Maybe just let some people in the labs know that you glowed slightly in the dark even before this place. Just to be safe. Okay? Okay.

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GUYS


GUYS

GUYS

STOP THE PRESSES BECAUSE CHEWBACCA IS HERE!!

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