The 100; a panfandom game

Messere Minoru, your chocolate bear is not dead, but it is seriously wounded. Before anyone accuses me of sport-hunting, the bear started it.

I have potted a plant from the candy garden. We shall see if it lasts.

[Filtered to Veronica, Sera, and Remus]
I fought a beast of chocolate for you (mostly for Veronica), and have returned with spoils of sweets.

You may come to my quarters to claim your share after I have showered. I am covered in fudge-sauce blood.

Is anyone else really, really confused by the suddenly vocal wave of antipathy for the Grounders? Did I miss a memo? Did someone draw penises on Councilor Wolverine's face while he was sleeping? Did one of them bring a bag of salad to a Superbowl party? Not to mention that "the Grounders" is a really broad term for numerous and diverse tribes with their own sets of rules, alliances, and cultures.

I'm good with hating people - it's my fav! - but generally I like to be in the know on the why.

Also, to continue the tone of this combative entry, The Princess Bride is mediocre at best and you guys can come at me.

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.

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast has left us. Vanished in the normal way, as I was sparring with her.

[Filter to Lt. Gen. Asala Adaar]
I would like to formally recommend that Sgt. Aclassi retain his rank and take over leadership of Charlie Squad in Sgt. Pentaghast's absence.
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[Filtered Private]

I am not alone. Even
As I stumble on the path
With my eyes closed, yet I see
The Light is here.

Draw your last breath, my friends.
Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky.
Rest at the Maker's right hand,
And be Forgiven.
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The next time one of you wants to use big magic or a big powerful ability and you're not sure exactly what it will do, don't. There will be consequences for this flagrant misuse of magic, regardless of intent, and you can assume for the immediate future that I am not the authority figure to come to with your sad little feelings about how intent somehow negates consequences just because one of you could be the next ones to fuck it up.

This isn't prejudice. This isn't someone who's anti-magic cracking down on anyone. This is a powerful mage reminding you all that magic has its price, that anybody using magic or powers has a responsibility to use them in a way that does the least amount of harm to innocent people. We were given gifts, whether through accidents of birth or circumstance or through our own desires, and those gifts come with a significant burden. There are people here who could lobotomize the population, who could crush the mountain in a bad temper, or who could tear this place apart in a moment of unbridled power. It's our responsibility to make sure that those things don't happen, either intentionally or by accident, and it is our fault when mistakes happen.

As a Council member, I can promise you that charges will be pressed and that every police report filed about this incident will be taken into account. If you've suffered any kind of physical or psychological trauma as a result of the last three weeks, set up a time with anyone working in Law Enforcement who was not also a victim of this magic; it will take some time to get all of them squared away with the reparation efforts going on from the goblin attack that we missed, but you will be listened to and justice will be served, I swear it.

As a person who has had her mind and her life thoroughly fucked with recently, if you can't find me for whatever reason in the immediate future, you can assume I'm elbow-deep in none-of-your-business and not interested in receiving any visitors.


ETA: Because people keep asking this as if I'm calling for blood: yes, of course intent will matter when charges are eventually leveled. I'm saying that damage was done regardless of whether or not it was intended to. The idea that actions have consequences should not be nearly as surprising as it appears to be.

And no, of course nobody is in any danger here. We do not physically punish or kill the guilty in this community, as per the legal system we were asked to create. I'm promising justice and an application of the court system we've created, not a goddamn witch hunt, and if you read "witch hunt" from "charges will be pressed", then that's a personal perception you need to work on, because that is not what I said. Not even a little.

I find it very distressing how much focus is going into making excuses for someone who cast awful magic and hurt others than is going into having some compassion for the people she hurt, especially when she's admitted that she did cause harm. Respect her honesty enough to take the damage seriously instead of trying to act as if it's less severe just because she feels bad about it.

Dead sorry about missing the battle. Evie and I are sorting out times for Fight Club. We'll let you know when's the next time available to hit the stuffing out of each other.

Right then, what next? Suppose there's to be some sort of poking around about the magic that sent us off, yeah? Defer to the magic-users on the specifics; I wouldn't know a rabbit from a hat, and my standing about and glowering's no help to anyone.

Besides that, moving forward. We've had what, three times spells have gone belly up? Isn't right. There's got to be some sort of process in place when doing big magic? Someone to check with at the least? If not, well. Let's do it, let's have a civilization, and all the legal processes that entails, God help us.

So how do we get started?

WHO: Veronica Mars and Cullen Rutherford
WHEN: April 17th, after everyone comes back.
WHERE: Cullen's room and just outside of it
WHAT: A happy reunion leads to some unpleasant confessions on both sides.
WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING for references to rape, date-rape drugs, and mind control

( Why not goblins? Hell, at this point she was half-expecting David Bowie in a teased wig and tight pants to show and sing her a song about magic. )

WHO: Cullen Rutherford and Sera Adaar
WHEN: Late Saturday night/the wee hours of Sunday morning
WHERE: Mount Weather medical department
WHAT: Sera comes to visit Cullen and bring him a snack after the battle against the goblins.
WARNINGS: N/A; just references to violence and sadness.

( Maybe think about resting. Sleeping. That's where you lie back, and you shut your eyes, and forget stuff for a few hours. )

WHO: The assembled fighting forces of Mount Weather
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Mount Weather gymnasium
WHAT: Sgt. Rutherford gives orders for the upcoming battle
WARNINGS: Impending doom and violence.


( Good luck, and Maker watch over you all. )

As much as the universe keeps trying to tell me otherwise, I do my damnedest not to believe in God anymore or magic or voodoo or whatever. But just after we win a big fight, then this world takes away over a hundred people in trade for a pile of nightmare-fuel hero masks?


Who the hell is running this crap?

FILTERED TO EVIE FRYE:

are you
Hey

I miss Jake. How a If you need an asshole to bug you on a regular basis, you still got me, okay?

Is the chess club still on? The people I used to play with are all gone, and

[Filter to Sera]
How goes today?

[Chatty to Susan Pevensie]
>> I need to ask a favor of you.
>> Veronica has had a notebook that belongs to me.
>> It is blue and says Mount Weather Lexicon on it in both the local alphabet and the one we use in my world. She was adding to it for me, and
>> As things are collected and redistributed, could you please hold that aside for me?
>> I can get it from you after our guard shift tomorrow.


[Chatty to Sera]
>> Put any arrows in anything today?


[Chatty to Cassandra]
>> I was glad to see you put yourself forward for the Council
>> I think you'd do well representing the people here
>> Who are you hoping to see take the other open position?

THEDAS:

Everyone from Kirkwall is gone. Without Dorian, Adaar and Bethany, the only one the demons in the Fade have to bother is me.

There's something... off with them. I'm not sure what it is. I've been trying to stay more lucid since the mess up with the portals last autumn, but I still can't pinpoint why they're so restless.

Hello, bitches.

I need a favor, who wants to help out?

[Filter to Mount Weather Military]
As best I can tell, Sergeant Pentaghast and I are the only sergeants remaining here.

Everyone else, sound off. I'll report our fighting strength to Command as soon as we have confirmed numbers.

If you know of any missing, report them on Messere White's post.

I am thankful that I can call you friend. Now, as we prepare for battle
As the W

Well, let's just say that my brothers have always been better at giving rallying speeches. I leave it to them.

All I know, is that I trust you. I trust the life that you made here, and I trust our unified cause -- to protect it. Jadis collected enemies from every single world represented. And as much as she thought it would be harrowing, I believe she misunderstands us still. For we are all now experts. And when it comes time to fight, and we know it will, there are those of us with the expertise to bring our foes to bear.

Perhaps share a secret or a remembrance from your time here?

COMMAND + Cullen, Sandy, Twelve, Pevensies

The net holds steady. She's not getting anywhere but, as usual, she has quite the mouth on her.

As I look upon the attitudes of our people and the preparations they have begun, I have but one thought: this witch has picked the wrong mountain to bother.

[Filter to Bravo Soldiers]
A siege will always come to a battle eventually. But this is what we train for, and the advantage always lies with the besieged. We will emerge victorious from this fight as we have from all the others.

For the purpose of this engagement, if I should be unable to give orders: ranged fighters, look to Susan. She knows this enemy. Melee fighters, look to Logan.

You are some of the finest warriors I've had the pleasure of serving with, and I have no doubt that I will see every one of you upright and breathing after this witch and her horde are beaten back. In the meantime, make your weapons ready, and sleep and eat whenever you get the chance - we have no idea when the next opportunity may be. And while I don't think I need to say this to any of you, I will say it anyway: for the love of the Maker, save your drinking rations until the battle is done.
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[Filter to Susan Pevensie]
You have handled everything exactly as a warrior queen ought. I hope you are as proud of yourself as you deserve.
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[Filter to Veronica]
Would you mind if I come to see you tonight? We haven't gone to odd shifts yet, and it's likely my last chance before the real trouble starts.
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[Chatty to Veronica]
>> Would Backup like to go fishing?
>> You can come, too.
>> I suppose.

Someone track that bloody radio signal.
Please don't think this Witch has your best interests at heart. Instead of focusing on her promise to send you home though I'm oddly sure she could focus instead on her little garden of statuaries. The animals, the Grounders, Marie. Those who do not have a future, who instead live in stone, unless we find a cure for her wrath.

Instead, I suggest the following:

Jadis, the White Witch of Narnia, promises that she will return to us. That she isn't through. But these actions of hers do not illustrate the benevolence she has forsworn. My siblings and I know to be false and fatal. With your support, I would charge this woman with all the power of the laws of these land. She has endangered and committed heinous acts against us. She must answer for them. And she will. She is very lawfully oriented, despite her rather monarchical bearing.

And in the answering, she must be subjected to trial. Within that trial, finding a way to trap her in one place without strength or her wand. So this is my call to you, friends. Help us charge her, try her, restrain her, leave off believing her, and finally have victory over her too.

I'm not the inspiring one that's P I will fight beside you - through magic, through the law, through whatever it takes to rid us of Jadis. Please volunteer your help here.

[PEVENSIES, CULLEN]

The pod brought my horn. I will blow it in the hopes that we might be heard and help will indeed arrive.

[ Filtered to Law Enforcement + Admin ]

Hey, did someone check out the Spellman file and forget to log it? It's not here.

For those of you just joining us: Amerigo Spellman of the Skaikru had the room he shared with his girlfriend (Eve Wentz) broken into last April. Some basic supplies including a gun was taken. The case was closed by our stellar Law Enforcement staff (gold stars, guys) but the file itself isn't where it should be.

Sooooo.......? Grabby hands.

[ OOC - Stolen file as per today's plot! Your character won't have it nor know who does. Veronica on the case! ]

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[ Filtered to Cullen ]

I have two meals to go and my best "tell me about your day, kid" face on. Dinner?

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