The 100; a panfandom game

So which of you do I get to thank for teaching Kira the Mother's Day dance she did yesterday? Because it was inspirational, and I'm leaning towards blaming the sugar high.

[ Aramis/Porthos ]

:D

[CHATTY TO PORTHOS]

» A moment of your time, if you please.

I have good news: the mead we started this winter is ready! Those of you who have been missing your honey wine, we have ready to serve at the Rose, including one barrel that we flavored with cinnamon and cloves. Thus far, everyone agrees that both the flavored and the ordinary mead are delicious, but you should come see for yourself.

[Filtered to Command + Brewers]
I've also got a few barrels set aside for trade - it's quality stuff, so it should bring a good price at market.

WHO: Aramis & Porthos
WHEN: April 22nd, 2016 after Fight Club
WHERE: Their room
WHAT: Porthos can only communicate via whiteboard and body language, but Aramis has always known him best. Basically, they’re dumb and really really into each other.
WARNING: PGish. Some kissing, some language.

( Not talking was exhausting. )

Thanks for putting up with the whiteboard and the annoyed grunting. My voice is all good now. The bloodthirsty alien plant won't be mute or sound like a duck getting smushed under a boot, promise. So come out and see the show tonight, yeah? Or else.

[18+ Crowd]

So that's what a naked human female looks like. Not exactly what I expected to find this morning. I hadn't expected such flexibility - I find it appealing.

I'm going to assume this is criminal activity and continue calibr investigating.

Somebody get Alison to sit down before she reads this. And nobody give her a gun. (I'm looking at you, Aramis.)


Anybody got advice on recovering a voice that's gone all croaky and nonexistent? I've already got a belly ache from too much honey in my tea.

The weather is far more enjoyable than it was last month, and I'm feeling restless. After my shift with the children today, is anyone interested in a shooting contest?

I'm ... eh. Moderately good with a gun. I'd like to have a bit of fun with it, however. Also if anyone with one of those lovely "sniper rifles", as they're called, is willing to let me get my hands on one (unloaded is certainly fine with me), I'll treat it with all the respect it deserves.

WHO: Aramis & Porthos
WHEN: April 17th, evening. After they’re back from Storybrooke and settled.
WHERE: The Rose
WHAT: Talking out Storybrooke, a little awkwardness, a little of their normal flirting, figuring things out and where to go from here.
WARNING: PG, some dirty talk and a little swearing, that’s about it.

( ’...I’d have to seriously wonder how bad I am in bed, eh?’ )

WHO: Rene d’Herblay (Aramis) & Isaac Anthony (Porthos)
WHEN: April 10th, 2016
WHERE: Rene’s house.
WHAT: Rene has Isaac over for dinner and years of UST comes to a head while they’re doing the dishes.
WARNING: PG at worst. I mean, Rene's a priest but it’s just a kiss, some sappiness, and some talk about ~guilt~

( You will be the death of me. )

[Filtered to Isaac]

After a rather heated discussion with Deacon Ramirez after Mass, I'm beginning to wonder if I want to be with the Church any longer.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't rant to you-

But that man is insufferable.

[FILTERED TO AJ AND ALESSANDRA]

I apologize in advance if I put your father in an even more foul mood than normal. I know this doesn't necessarily pertain to AJ, but I may have incensed him enough to make his reach known far and wide. We had a remarkably unpleasant disagreement today.

Moreso than usual, actually. Much more.

A big happy birthday to my little sister, Hope.

I'm sad it was on the weekend this year. It meant I couldn't do the time honored tradition of showing up at school with balloons and cake. Plus Nate wouldn't have bee Waking her up with balloons and a cupcake was just not as amusing.

WHO: Aramis & Porthos
WHEN: March 30th, 2016
WHERE: Medical or thereabouts
WHAT: Post-battle: Porthos is injured and collapses at Aramis’ feet. He wakes up stitched, heavily medicated, and more than a little starry-eyed about his nurse.
WARNING: None really. Even the wound talk isn't graphic.

( 'Always notice when you’re not around, Aramis.' )

WHO: Rene d’Herblay & Isaac Anthony
WHEN: Backstory! Several years ago.
WHERE: Rene’s house.
WHAT: Isaac (Porthos) breaks into Rene’s (Aramis’) house, and instead of getting shot he gets a friend.
WARNING: PGish, no warnings realy.

( 'Don’t know what an abuela is, but odds are I can take her.' )

Spring has sprung, my lovely neighbors! As such, a reminder that the first Farmer's Market of the year will be tomorrow. The Sisters have quite the garden they've been tending to this year, and as usual they offer out their remarkable candles in order to raise money for the school system.

If you show up early enough, you may actually be one of the lucky ones to nab the Mayor's famous turnovers.

Kriff, someone tell me I at least did some damage to the guy who did this to me.

Also, a bit thank you to whoever got me out of the battle when I went down. You smelled good. And were pretty.

Roomies, you have your boys club for the moment. Should be back by tomorrow they say.

With the batch of Podkru we lost a month ago, it's become clear that we've lost quite a few positions. Several of our jobs are dangerously low on staff. Unfortunately, they're all pretty important to make sure this place runs. If anyone has any kind of experience or would like to switch positions (or even take a few hours volunteering), you would be so helpful.

The positions we're desperately in need of are:

• Farmers
  
• Fishers
  
• Radio Operators
  
• Nurses
  
• Laundry Services
  
• Shoemakers

I know these positions aren't the most prestigious but they are vital. I'm taking on ever shifts in fishing, radio, and laundry when I'm not out of the compound. If you can help, please do.

WHO: Aramis & Porthos
WHEN: Right after Little Shop auditions sometime?
WHERE: Mess Hall!
WHAT: Just a conversation and friendly banter.
WARNING: PG!

( ’You just focus on that urge, Aramis. Don’t want you gettin’ /distracted/.’ )

Cosima Niehaus, happy belated birthday. It's hard to keep track under the mountain.

Let's have an impromptu party of some sort somewhere post-rehearsal. Some of you lot, come be entertaining. Alcohol is welcome. Devil Coffee is also welcome.

Musketeers, come take your clothes off. Cos may not be particularly interested because of her girlfriend, but the rest of us are, and that's good enough.

So it's been raining musical instruments, then? That's good news for the musical, I'll imagine. Maybe your curse isn't a real thing after all, Ali.

Did Elias go back already?