The 100; a panfandom game

SPN

Looks like this intern's got his own radio show to write. Anything you think the people of Mount Weather need to know?

Why wasn't Cecil on the radio this evening? Has anyone seen him recently? Oh, no. He didn't die from that illness we all got, did he?

Chatty: Charlie Bradbury

I realized today that we're never going to vote in the 2016 election. And that sucks.

I've never voted before.

Its something I realised recently. Its just never been an option

I was too young on Zehoberi and Thanos, as I'm sure will shock no one, wasn't one for democracy.

I've decided, I think. I just also think its wonderful that we get to do this here. We have a say in our future. In the future of this world. Its nice to know I will have helped in that.

Oh, good, you all heard it too which means it isn't dead people communicating with me.

Look, if anyone's planning to vote for Crowley because he can make it rain coffee and burgers, which he can't, by the way, I can list a hundred reasons why you shouldn't vote for him. But that's up to you. If you want to trade your soul for a coffee / burger / condom fix, go for it.


[Cecil]

So, I've been thinking about our proposals to get community radio off the ground here. It's probably the closest we're going to get to live television.

There are so many things here that make no sense at all. And no one will explain them to me. And I have not been able to find Laurence or anyone from my crew, or even anyone I know, at all. I think I would almost be glad to find Napoleon, if he would only tell me what is going on back home.

I assure you all that I am not responsible for yesterday's spamming of my campaign materials. Clearly someone wanted to make me look bad.

But still, I know that blame will be cast upon me all the same, so today there's a different kind of spam. You're welcome, Mount Weather. And remember:

SPN:

That was low, Crowley, even for you.

How do we turn off these damned fliers of Crowley's? They're everywhere.

This is literally the most terrifying vision of America’s future I could have imagined. Nuclear armageddon, living inside a mountain, pod people dropping from the sky? What an incredible time -- and place -- to be alive. The fate of human civilization lies in our hands. Amazing.

I suppose I should introduce myself! My name is Chris Traeger, I’m from Pawnee, Indiana, and I can’t wait to get to know each and every one of you. What’s your name? What do you do for a living? What are your hopes and dreams? Tell me everything!

Oh, and does anybody know if my two best friends, Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt, are here? Or my therapist, Dr. Richard Nygard? It’s very important; I see him five times a week. I can't miss a session.

I've been working on my radio voice. How ineffective would it be to start every radio announcement with "in a world... that time forgot..." ? Also, anyone think we should do those radio shows from the 1940s? If only we had the equipment, and a couple of fireplaces, and -- stuff.

You know, when I imagined my early twenties, I really thought I'd be in college. Not surviving the apocalypse. A few months in, this is still pretty weird.

All right. I'm swallowing my considerable pride and going public because I don't have another option.

Stuck. In a devil's trap. Outdoors. In a bloody hurricane.

Shit Condolences to everyone who lost a friend today.

I know we don't want to think about this, but someone needs to start digging graves. We can help with that. My brother and I didn't know anyone who died, so it's not as much trouble for us.



SAM WINCHESTER:

Let's get to work.

I've been feeling really twitchy the last couple of weeks. I miss running. I miss climbing mountains and all that shit. Okay, I don't miss people shooting at me and I don't miss having to run from tigers and bears and rhinos and I don't miss fucking Shanath Arena that I got thrown into naked but I miss all the rest of of it.

SPN (minus Crowley):

We're voting for the weird pink lady. She hates Crowley, we hate Crowley, it's perfect.

Trip and I are requesting help hauling what looks like four or five hundred pounds of cocoa beans back to base. Please.

Please.

SPN (minus Crowley)

So, I die [...] and everyone else falls off the wagon? Did I get that about right?

SPN (minus Crowley):

So who wants to tell me what's up with Crowley's mother?

Sam, Dean, Cas. We're going to watch The Wizard of Oz with me tonight. I haven't watched it since I got back from the real Oz. You get the honor of listening to me complain about all the stuff they got wrong. And then all the stuff Dorothy and I used from the books to make things right. And NONE of the stuff that Dark Charlie did to win the war