The 100; a panfandom game

BRUCE:

Does all this political crap give you a headache too, or is it just me? My bullshit senses are tingling.

What's up with these creepy as fuck masks?

Attn: Mount Weather. It's my six month anniversary. I realize I'm not the chummiest of guys, but that's because a) I was raised by my butler and b) I'm still waiting for one of you to try to kill me. However, let us raise our glasses and lower our standards, for tonight I celebrate losing my sunny, generally radiation-less retirement and gaining one hell of a... whatever this is.

To the Rose, away!

So. I’m not at the bottom of the ocean anymore. I’m fleshy again. Two hands, sort of. There is an Ark here. Not alone.

Of course, I don’t know any of you, the Ark is apparently destroyed, this is apparently another apocalypse, and this skin isn't actually mine.

So I’m guessing this’d make me Simon 5.0. So that’s something.

Weird fucking day. Fuck.

Lois and Clark are gone. Sooo I guess that makes me the Last Kryptonian Standing.

It's all right, I promise. He felt kind of useless here, anyway. Sorry if you wanted his autograph and didn't get it, you'll have to settle for mine.

I can handle constant threat of radiation poisoning, death-by-arrow, dragon, White Witch and werewolf, but a coffee ration? That just hurts. If I had a trailer, I'd be storming back to it.

Are the only high-speed communication methods here controlled by the local government? The radio, the network...do I understand correctly that there's nothing else?

Soooo I guess I get to officially get my ass out of Medical today? Awesome.

Anyway, I'm Mike. Sorry. About all that. We kinda had a bad night and I'm still not completely convinced that this place isn't Soylent Green, but thanks for the patching up, docs. Sewing up. I appreciate it, even if I know I was kind of a dick that night.

No shooting, promise. I mean, from me. I'm not making any promises for Emily. Y'all should still be scared of her.

Holy end of the world, Batman!

But seriously. There has to be a bar.

Someone tell me there's a bar and some hot guys to ogle, and I'll be happy. For the night.

chatty to bruce:

» Still here?

James is gone. And no one has to look for him, he disappeared right in front of me this morning.

It's for the best, I guess. But it sucks and I can't get drunk or binge on junk food and there's no ice cream, and I don't want to destroy the gym equipment. So that leaves being a cranky lump on the couch or... I don't know. I haven't really got past that idea yet. Clark, want to be my punching bag?

You know, it's just struck me that this is the longest I've been an adult without being made of wood in quite awhile. I woke up this morning with a stiff leg and could've sworn I was back to being a puppet.

HENRY MILLS

Alright, kiddo. I need some help and I think you're probably the expert.

In all of my topsy-turvy back-and-forth transitioning from kid to adult to here, a lot of details are pretty muddled. Think you can help me sort out facts?

Does anyone else go to Fight Club just to look at the shirtless people? I feel like that could be a club.

I'm bored and dying for a goddamn cigarette. Someone tag into this post so we can play Fuck, Marry, Kill.

We were gifted with quite a few new articles of clothing today. Do not let their ironic or skin-sucking characteristics fool you, for I do believe there are quite enough articles to repurpose each item into useful pieces.

Except for the t-shirts. In my mind, you're all "hipsterpotamuses" ...

Did anyone see
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[FILTERED TO MCU WOMEN]

I understand that a great many of us come from alternate realities and time periods which rotate on the axis of events and people who shaped and are currently shaping the world to come. We all have our concerns and shortfalls and joys.

But I think our setting offers shared experiences, too.

Would you like to meet me tomorrow evening after supper? We'll pull the tavern tables together and have a good chat?

There's a kid in medical, keeps saying he needs to be at the barricade. That his friends need him. Heavy accent that I can't quite make out. Anyone know anyone like that?

If nothing else, something like that does mean you learn a lot about people. For better or expectedly worse.

Now is there a general never talking about it ever again consensus?

I want to stay in the mountain now, I don't need to go outside anymore. But where's my dog?

What'd you do with him? I want him back. Now.

Where is my mom? Her name is Aurora.

I suppose I should be glad that at least this space pod situation didn't end in flames. I can handle being 1 for 2.

I'm Lois Lane, hailing from Metropolis. I'm usually a news reporter, but apparently I'll be channeling my talents into the radio and surveillance while I'm here. Which, I'm going to guess, involves reporting a lot of particularly interesting stories, being the radioactive apocalypse.

I'm not sure how many of you I know, but there are probably (hopefully) some. Either way, hello. Discovering the existence of alien planets and their alien people has me feeling a strange sense of here we go again instead of being as confused and panicked as I probably should be.

I'm just glad I brought a coat.

I've been here for less than a week and I'm already sick. If I figure out who sneezed on me, I'm kicking them right in the shin.