The 100; a panfandom game

ABBIE MILLS:

I've been meaning to message you, but things got a little out of hand. We used to be housing mates before when you were here, and when they came to take your stuff, I made sure to get a hold of an old journal. I didn't think you'd want them out in the general population if you came back again.

I can come by and bring it to you, if you'd like.

LAW ENFORCEMENT & LEGAL:

We've got a limited number of slots available for volunteering on the settlements. We still need law enforcement around here so speak now or forever hold your peace.

Religion fascinates, tickles the mind, and drives people to unwitting names in the name of the unseen. I have, myself, never seen its forest for its dense trees. In my experience, it has been a gentle lullaby to soothe a fitful child or a pat on the head of a mutt for a job well done. You believed, now here is your treat: faith. It is a muddling trait of humanity, is it not? Mankind overall markets itself as supreme while still boasting countless millions that bow before some invisible eye in the sky, whether Pod God or smiling idol.

It is tempting to believe in some Pod God, I suppose. As I've read, pods arrive with gifts inside to varying degrees of use or nostalgia. I confess it is also tempting to want to be a part of that scene to be held at the 'sacred tree,' not as a participant, but rather as a bemused spectator.

I've found I believe in very little, a handful of people perhaps, nothing more. In the absence of them, I would not then find comfort in any sort of faith, only a sense of having been alienated by it.

Troubling how an entertaining slice of insanity can spark such lonely drivel.

See, that's what my last apocalypse was missing: the religious crazies.

They also missed a huge opportunity for an acronym. If they'd just called themselves the Order of Pod Sayers, they could be OOPS.




This is probably totally offensive to any of you who are part of The Order that Should Be OOPS, so I apologize.

This is not where I expected to end up next, but all right, universe, I can roll with the punches.

I'm Agent Abbie Mills. I've been getting caught up in what this place is all about, so now that I think I'm getting a handle on that, hey. From one apocalypse into another I was an FBI agent back in Sleepy Hollow, and before that I was a cop, so I'll be working in law enforcement here too. Home sweet home, right?

What else are we supposed to say here? I like red wine, trashy romance novels and cooking. I was easing myself back into caffeine recently, but I hear that's in short supply here, so it looks like I had good foresight. Crane would probably have a meltdown if he wasn't able to have a cappuccino.

LAW ENFORCEMENT:

I've met a lot of you already, but for those of you I haven't, hi. I wanted to take a moment to say I'm looking forward to working with all of you. I don't expect anyone to trust me right off the bat, especially since I can't exactly produce any credentials beyond a badge that doesn't mean much here, so if you have any questions for me - hit me with it. I'll answer to the best of my ability.

ABBIE MILLS, ICHABOD CRANE, MARY MARGARET BLANCHARD, & KILLIAN JONES:

Tomorrow, we head into the fray. What do you say we get together tonight, play some cards and drink a little (but not to much that we're impared for tomorrow).

MARY MARGARET BLANCHARD:

Keep Bae safe for me. Don't let anything happen to him.

BAELFIRE:

Hey kiddo. By now you've probably seen that I'm going to help them out tomorrow. Can you do something for me?

[MISS OCTAVIA BLAKE]

Knowing that the eve of battle is most often the time of the greatest stress and difficulty, I thought very hard before coming to you. With one of the recent 'pod' activities, I was gifted with a key. This key, in my world, unlocks a portal to another plane. Purgatory, I suppose let us say.

I had thought to destroy this key, for it brought much pain and tragedy in my own world. But if we were to utilize it to flank this werewolf army, then it might be a thing useful.

[ABIGAIL]

I know you are going to fight, Abbie. I suppose, in my own way, I would like to fight too.

EMMA SWAN:

You know, I thought I'd miss more things about the modern world. My car, bubbles baths, pedicures, Starbucks. But it's not as bad as I thought it'd be. Honestly, it's a nice respite from what we were dealing with before.

I do miss having nice hair. That I miss.

ICHABOD CRANE:

Hey.

Thanks for putting up with me this month. I don't say that enough, but... well, you've been putting up with stuff that'd make most guys run. What with the being sick and that poison ivy.

MILITARY:

Last night's patrol around the perimeter showed us that the Grounders, the werewolf ones specifically, are doing their own perimeter checks. There was no act of aggression, but it was pretty clear that they were daring us to cross that line. We didn't, but now we need to fortify.

What we need are soldier, scout, mapmaker volunteers to pick up extra shifts around the mountain for patrols. We know they know entrances to the area that we didn't, likely thanks to Emerson and his knowledge of Mount Weather, so we need to make sure that none of them get in. There are too many innocent civilians here.

Sign up here if you can pick up a half a shift or anything else.

At the hands of the Horseman of Pestilence, have I felt the affects of this plague before. Suffice it to say, I should wonder if you are not undergoing your own apocalypse.

I've never been fond of introductions so I'll cut to the chase. My name is Snow White, and I've heard that you've met my Sheriff, Bigby Wolf. I'm Deputy Major of Fabletown, a small community in New York City that has been around for quite some time to protect our secret. Like most of you, we're not from around here, and aren't even from the same world that we were taken from. Our Fabletown Compact normally forbids me from speaking so plainly (under severe penalties) but it's my understanding that many of you are also from stories — some written in books, some in movies and television — and I'm interested in hearing about you and working together.

Who is in charge here? I would very much like to speak to them.

WHO: Abbie Mills & Ichabod Crane
WHEN: Shortly after the hot mess in Johnny’s post last week.
WHERE: Their room!
WHAT: Making up and confessions and stuff.
WARNINGS: NONE.

( 'I’ve made quite the hack job of expressing my feelings for you, Abigail Mills.' )

EMMA SWAN:

Men. Remind me why I put up with them?

Filter to Ichabod Crane & Abbie Mills

So, in case you two haven't figured it out, and I doubt you haven't 'cause you're both smart as fuck, we're not going today. a. Hurricane snd b. I can't turn on my magic powers when I'm drenched. Plus the winds will royally fuck with my navigational system. We'll go after this blows over.

And you should know I kinda suck at the whole emailing people back thing. So yeah, sorry about that. And I've never seen The Princess Bride so I don't have a fucking clue what that movie has to do with the price of tea in China.

So hey, Happy Fourth of July!

People keep disappearing from here, much like we were from our own realities, and yet there seems to be a pervasive lack of curiosity as to where the missing were taken.

So, people of the mountain, what do you think? Is there some Maxwell's Demon at the lever, making sure to keep the ultimate metaphysical balance? Are they in some reality more hellish than this one? Was their disappearance intentional, and they're now being tortured for information? Perhaps we're all slowly descending the levels of Dante's hell, and one day we'll come face to face with Judas himself. Who knows? By then we could have all well earned our spots.

Jesus Christ, I need to see buildings and grocery stores. I need cigarettes and lottery tickets and bloody coffee.

And a roommate who doesn't flinch and leave the room when bloke's trying to learn a new spell.

EMMA SWAN, KILLIAN JONES, CAPRICA:

An opening popped up in Ichabod's room, so I think I'd better move over there with him, keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't get into trouble. Thanks for keeping me company these last few months. Don't be strangers. I won't be that far.

ICHABOD CRANE:

Never thought I'd see the day you want to share a living space with me. We've come a long way. Are you sure we're ready for this?

To everyone who's lost a loved one recently, I'm so sorry for your loss. I've seen friends and family get sucked through portals more times than I can count at this point -- and it's never easy to be the one left behind. You don't know where they're going or what they'll have to face; you wish you could jump in behind them and bring them back to safety, but you can't. You feel helpless. Especially when you're the one sending your own child through

I've learned, though, that true love is stronger than any magic. It's stronger than whatever force is moving us around like chess pieces, and we will find a way to win the game. Because when you love someone and they love you, nothing can keep you apart. You will always find each other. My family has proven that again and again. So please don't lose hope.

In the meantime, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always happy to listen. My husband, David, is worlds away right now, so I'm feeling that loss too. But I know we can get through this together.

The most thrilling discovery I have experience thusfar is coming to the conclusion that our location is approximately analogous to the Blue Ridge Mountains. Though my service never brought me this far south, it is our proximity to lands upon which I trod in some adjacent universe which gives me hope.

For even if the apocalypse drew its scythe upon the land, it is quite clear to me that humanity discovered the secret ways to thrive. And for that rebel heart, I shall always be grateful.

[TEDDY ALTMAN]

Most honoured sir, I thought to tell you that your beau is quite handsome and it thrills me to see two young people so thoroughly fond of one another. Thank you for sharing your space with me.

Though the Lieutenant often doubts my ongoing commitment to familiarise myself with the noxious unction that is 'technology', I am not adverse to its small comforts. I recognise that networks such as these can be used for the building of camaraderie amongst both friends and enemies alike.

Hello, then. And know that I, Ichabod Crane, have come from the year 2015 to City of Refuge. To those seeking harmony, I offer my friendship and my glad hand of brotherhood. If you, however, mean harm or bad business, you shall find no felicity here.

To Doctor Simon Tam, however, I must offer my most humble apologies. When we first met, I was not myself. If there is indeed, any way that I might make amends for my raucous behaviour or your assuredly ruined waistcoat, do not hesitate to make me well aware and I shall do my best to adhere to your strictures.

Yours, in good grace,

Ichabod B. Crane