The 100; a panfandom game

So let me get this straight.

1. We've been kidnapped by a force unknown and brought to Earth's future. A future where there was a nuclear war occurred

2. We're pretty much having to survive on our own?

3. There's no way home

4. I've been assigned roommates and a job to help out.

5. This technology is a lot more advanced than we had at home but is limited due to the whole apoc future thing?

Anything else I'm missing?

So I got this friend. And this other friend who's mostly a friend through mutual love of cigarettes and sarcasm.

And one time, I hear they got into this whole big drama fight...well okay they do that a lot, mostly over hair, but this one was hardcore. And it never got any real answer.

So this is me putting it out there to the masses.

If Cavemen and Astronauts got into a fight,, who would win?

It seems most folks weren't brought here by their own design but placed in these pod-things and deposited like little gifts for those of you that are native to this world. Well, that's one hell of a hello. And some of you are from similar continuities while others are very much alone. I can't say how that feels so much but I'm sorry if you feel alone. It doesn't sit well, does it? Letting the whole world flow around while you just observe from some far-removed piece. Least those pods could do is bring you a friend.

Anyway, hi. My name's Marie, but most folks call me Rogue.

INFRASTRUCTURE & ANNE BLYTHE:

I don't mean to be a nuisance, but we have a situation in 505M. Martha Jones went in there to shower, I believe, and it's been an hour that the shower's been running and she hasn't come out. Either she's injured or she might have disappeared. She's not responding to my knocks.

FRIENDS:

Hi? Um, I'm not sure how to say I'm sorry without feeling like I should just lock myself up permanently.

FLASH THOMPSON 616:

Thank you so much for what you did. Where are you?

if anyone happens to see an arm and/or a katana (mostly the katana!!!), please LMK


[FILTERED TO ELLIOT ALDERSON]

hey buddy, do you want to keep the gun?

Don't suppose we could fire up a movie in the Mess Hall tonight? We had this thing back home where we'd have a battle, then go back to my place and make popcorn and watch stupid movies until we passed out. Inevitably, we've all fall asleep in the first, like, five minutes, but we were all together.

ANGEL:

You're an idiot, you know.

It's no secret we've got werewolves around the camp. Hunting's been delegated to inside the perimeter and fishing hasn't been done since the Grounders staked out the river a few weeks ago. The terms of the truce are simple: the Grounders leave Mount Weather and its environs alone, and we leave them alone. The werewolves are playing a game of chicken with us, standing at the perimeter, daring us to do anything. We're in a tenuous position, and the full moon's coming up.

I'm calling for volunteers — preferably with some kind of fight training — to spend the next few days training when if they attack on the full moon. We've got a course going on right now on how to fight werewolves.

If you can't fight, you can volunteer for medical assistance. We're going to need it. Always good to have people who can mend others.

THE 100:

Times like this, I kind of wish we hadn't blown the the damn acid fog.

I'm not a morning person really, but sheesh. Slimey tentacles that grab my legs in the morning? Not the kind of fun I was hoping for this morning.

Angel, we should probably — there's no books to hit, but you know, patrol. Find out stuff.

I'd like to say sorry to the doctors I almost ate. And to the guy with the beard. And to the person who tried to tell me about my bunk assignment. I'm sorry I almost ate you. It's not personal. And if you're not annoying, it probably won't happen again.

I'm Malia. This whole dimensional travel thing is crap and I miss my boyfriend, and I think I'm probably just hallucinating again or I went crazy, but thanks for not killing me on sight. I don't understand what's happening and I don't like it but the lack of pending death is kind of refreshing.

Uhhh, did anyone else hear those really creepy whispers?

No? Just me? Grrreeeeaaat.

BUFFYVERSE:

I need to know the rest of you are okay. Check in. Come to our housing. We'll all take turns taking care of one another.

Hey, everyone! We're organizing a game of Capture the Flag for August 23rd. If you're interested in playing, sign up here, either as an individual or a group if you want to be put on the same team. Otherwise, we're just going to divide people up randomly. We'll take sign ups until the 20th and then we'll split everyone into teams.

For those who have never played, here's the gist:

Two teams are made, and each team given a flag. Each team hides their flag somewhere visible, but easily defensible. To win for your team, you need to capture the opponent's flag and carry it across the border that we'll be setting up for the game. If you have question, you can ask me, Percy, Reyna, Thalia Bianca or Nico. Powers are allowed and everything you need to play will be provided. This isn't just for kids, all ages are welcome and encouraged. It's a lot of fun, but it's also good training, so I hope you'll all consider joining us.

New arrivals, all the time. With the comic books, and the superheroes. You'd think I'd be more excited.

[Buffy]

I miss Will.

All right, Mount Weather. I have the most serious of serious questions ever questioned in the entire universe:

WHO WANTS TO START A PATHFINDER CAMPAIGN WITH ME?

For those of you not in the know, Pathfinder is like Dungeons and Dragons 3rd Edition, basically. For those of you who don't know what Dungeons and Dragons is, it's a gaming system in which you roll a character using a set of dice, and then play as that character as you go on an adventure, battling demons and other monsters. Like, pencil and paper demons and monsters who have their own stats. Not real ones. It's awesome, and I am in possession of my tote, which means I have my books, a folder full of my characters, my dice collection, and my minis. We are all set and I am ready to teach anyone who wants to play how to do it.

Yaaaay, go to work only to need to clean up the office.

Man, I'm glad that didn't wake me up. And, thanks everyone who started the clean up while we slept.

[Infrastructure]

This might take a while, boys and girls.

Does anyone have a butt-plug I can borrow?

No, not a belly-rub. A butt-plug.

What the hellhound, that's naught what I'm spitting.

BUTT-PLUG.

Never morph.

Doesn't matter how many times you dimension hop, it always throws you for a loop and then some. One time, I got sucked into an alternate dimension where people were treated like cows. Literally. They called them cows and made them wear collars. I spent five years trying not to die and making tree bark enchiladas.

This is better. No collar. There's showers. And they said Angel was here?



[...] Tacos are a thing here, right? Because I don't know if I could handle a world without tacos again.

I find myself feeling put on the spot, the way you are when asked to step on stage and give a speech. I don't quite know what to say, but I'll give it a go anyway.

Hello, I'm Charles Xavier. I am a mutant. I am gifted with the ability to read people's minds, to reach in and touch their thoughts. I do promise that I will not ever do so without your express permission, and have indeed signed a paper to that effect before I left medical. I'll be working in medical as a part of the administrative team, but I also put myself out there as a psychologist. I've phD's in genetics, biology, and psychology, so please don't hesitate to speak up.

Filter to Telepaths

Hello.

Filter to RavenMystique

Well, this won't be awkward at all.

So okay. I've been thinking. We're having elections. Which is awesome. I get that we need em and all. And you've all been campaigning real well and right now I have still no idea who to vote for besides not the demon asshat.

But do we have to be Pod People??

I'm not sure what an alternative could be but better than pod people!