The 100; a panfandom game

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Annie just went into labor.

Would somebody else like to try telling my oh-so-pregnant wife that she come to bed and stop cleaning?

i think im dying

[OOC: Haymitch is in the middle of sobering up, so he's very, very sick. Feel free to assume you're on the team that is helping him through it!]

If anyone finds another doll of me, especially the one in the red dress, give it back. So I can really set it on fire

I am so happy to be back behind my bar, with my Alistair and my friends. Tavern regulars, you're all getting hugs when you come in. Deal with it.

[Filtered to Thedas]
And speaking of friends, we need a Wicked Grace night, promptly. Non-Thedosian friends and lovers welcome, of course, but I want to celebrate being back together, and congratulate all of you who beat back the goblins on a job well done.

HELLO MOUNT WEATHER

DID YOU MISS ME

HARRY

Anybody seen Harry?

[Evie Frye, Willow Rosenberg, Barry Allen, Shepherd Book, Haymitch Abernathy, Felix Dawkins, Spock, Kira Yukimura, Tara Thornton, Bonnie Bennett]
I'm pretty sure you guys are all the last ones only people from your worlds now. I really, really don't want to be mawkish with people's personal items at all, but at least in your cases where there's someone who probably knows which bits are important I'm going to see if I can put them all at the bottom of the list and focus first on the people who didn't leave anyone behind. That still puts you on a deadline unfortunately but the only other thing I can offer is someone to ask if you want help from a stranger.

Apart from that I'm going to try to make sure that any obvious personal items will be labeled and put into a separate storage area in case the owners come back. But anything you can hold onto yourselves is so much the better.
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[Martha]
By my quick count, there are thirty different worlds that we've just lost everyone from, and another ten where there's only one person left.
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FINNICK, PEETA, KATNISS, HAYMITCH

Do any of you want to come to a service of Easter with me tomorrow?

Who the hell put that goddamn goose outside my door? Somebody better come get it before I donate it to the kitchen for food.

I don't think I've ever been that excited to catch a catfish before. It. was. massive.

Annie

Does my fishing prowess get you all hot and bothered, my darling?

... why is this cat licking my head?

I missed a couple of old swords and daggers, and I missed my favorite blanket, and I missed fried druffalo steak with onions...but I didn't miss any of them as much as I missed my sweet puppy! Who is here now!

In other words, don't mind the dog in the tavern. He's a mabari, he knows how to behave. And he may not speak trade, but he does understand it, so don't say anything to him that you wouldn't say to me - he's getting to be an old man, but he's still in fine fighting form. His name is Biscuit. (I know, you shouldn't name a war dog Biscuit. It had been a very long day and he was shortbread-colored, and now he's used to it.)

And if anyone else has pets that have shown up, they're perfectly welcome in The Rose as long as:

1. They fit in the door and don't block pathways
2. Either they have proper control over themselves or you have proper control over them
3. They don't make a mess of the floor

OOC: he looks like this

Maybe a little warning before the next dance party breaks out at The Rose? I'd like to make sure I'm no where near the place.

OH SWEET MERLIN THERE ARE TINY FURRY ELEPHANTS IN HERE

CAN I KEEP THEM, LILY

Okay
Let's

If you see me using a wheelchair, nothing happened. I'm fine. The leg's always been missing, it didn't just get gnawed off by a bear or something.

I don't know why everyone's fighting over the gym, but when someone's just trying to get out of the way, could you not knock his fake leg out from under him? Great, thanks.

MENTAL HEALTH DEPARTMENT:

Let's try again My name's Peeta Mellark. I had talked to some people in this department before, but they keep disappearing. [...] I've been trying to handle things myself, based on what my therapist at home taught me, but it'd be stupid of me to think that I can do this alone.

I need someone who can help me, but I don't want anyone who goes into my head and plays with my thoughts, because I know some of you do that. No offense, I just [...] don't want that.

That wasn't funny. I forgot everyone here that matters to me.

I don't care if that child is normally your best friend, your sweetheart, your first mate, your mother, or what: a tavern is not a place for children. Babies who aren't aware enough to be picking up awful language from our regulars and aren't big enough to get underfoot, fine. Anyone who is currently between the ages of 2 and 15, however, needs to be elsewhere. No one loves children more than I do, and some of these are absolutely adorable, but taverns are for adults!

So. This isn't the arena?.

Is Gale here?