The 100; a panfandom game

My brother is gone.

Right. I see why people kept being fascinated by my name.

How many versions of bloody Sherlock Holmes are there?

[Command, Military, Surrvailance, Medical]

Blast Doors. There's something out there. People, and they're not attacking. I am entirely sure of that. But they need help.

We need those doors open and I'm going to go ahead and very much assume we need Medical down here as soon as possible.

I can't see them but I can hear them... They're here for sanctuary. I've heard desperation like that before.

(ooc: I blame Andrea and Dawn for the contents of this post.)

Dear Pod Sayer, I wish that you would give us, your adoring people, an Olive Garden for Christmas. Unlimited breadsticks for everyone! #threefoldamen

Also, I've been out of check with the movie nights lately, have we shown the Grinch yet? Can we see it again, if so?

Also since we have like three Weasleys here, can the entire mountain get a Weasley sweater for Christmas?

I suppose this is as good as a next adventure as any, though I wouldn't have minded just a bit more time to enjoy the Shire before being brought here. Living underground is quite interesting, as well.

Guess it wouldn't be proper to not introduce myself now, would it? I'm Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. I know at least one of my roommates, it seems. Is anyone else here who knows me? Gandalf, by chance? I daresay I only brought enough pipe weed to last a month. Goodness knows what I'll do if I run out.

I am told that this is not my first time here, and that it is not unusual for those that return to not remember their time here at all. I am still reeling from the welcome I received, as one does not expect to be attacked by women of glass, nor to discover that one's weapon can provide means for them to multiply. I am, however, pleased to have been of service and to help in some small way.

To those of you who had no chance to meet me in my prior visits, I am Thorin Oakenshield. To those of you who knew me before, please make yourselves known to me, that we may rekindle friendships.

MEDICAL:

I'm coming back.

Sorry for taking such a long leave of absence. It won't happen again.

GARRETT HAWKE:

Thank you, for what you said. I'll figure out what to do with myself, you don't have to babysit me.

[Filtered to Command, Law Enforcement and Medical]

So, that body that was found the other day. I performed the autopsy. He definitely died of asphyxiation. But, theres's no obvious cause. No, signs of strangulation. Nothing blocking his nose, or throat. My full report will be sent to you all. But, currently I'm saying that cause of death is inconclusive.

I wish Sherlock was here. He'd figure this out

Filter to Medical & Law Enforcement

I've found a body. It's that older man, Jian, one of the Sky People. I'm going to stay here with him until you can get down here to get him. I work with his grandson. We're in the residential corridor on 5.

Law enforcement, I've already magically put up some barriers to keep people away. But you lot are all on it so you'll be able to get through without any trouble. He's got a daughter, son-in-law, and a grandson who lives in the residences on 6.

Uh. Hey. What the f I guess I'm the new guy again.

Lincoln Campbell. I'm from Cincinnati, but it doesn't sound like that exists anymore. I was a doctor... still am, I guess. Didn't bring any of my credentials, though.

I'm not sure what else to say. This is weird. It's really 2150?

I'm more tired than I ever expected to be. It seems without a cause I have very little to be getting on with.

How do you move on after a failed revolution? I was about to die. I knew it. And yet here I am.

Filtered to Medical

Can one of you come down? Grantaire has drunk more than I believe to be safe even for him.

I might be overreacting but...please?

To anyone who requires me over the next couple of days: please see Dr. Gates, Dr. Hunt, or any other member of the medical staff if you can't wait. I will be out of medical for the next couple of days.


FILTERED TO MEDICAL, FRIENDS:

Do I just have that kind of face?

Now THIS is a strange device. Hello hello, one Jacob Frye calling in? You people put on a good light show, I'll give you that. Now where's my sister? Or I'll have myself another go-round on the doctor's head.

Once I get fully untied.

And remember how to walk properly.



Can we wait maybe fifteen minutes on the threats, then, 'til I get myself sorted out? Only polite.

I know everyone else is like, oh, snow how fun. But I keep thinking this could get old really fast. Kinda miss Seattle's rain.

I'm regretting that I didn't go to the bonfire, now that the snow's falling. We're probably going to be shut in with blizzards all winter.

I don't want to have to amputate anything because of frostbite, so stay warm.

Is there music at this bonfire? Will assassins be there? Basically I'm asking if anyone will try to pour gasoline on me again and try to kill me if I go tonight.

Thank you in advance.

Bonfire Night in a few days!

Who wants to spend the next few days furiously making warm apple cider for the occasion with me?

As much as I'd love to blame this lovely thing on residual effects of Utopium, even I can't see hallucinations happening weeks after. So it's got to be a prank, yeah? Ha ha, Major. I forgive you for being a total prat all week! Hilarious. You certainly went to a lot of effort, with what the very realistic hospital and pandering to my crushes on Simon Tam and Beverley Crusher. You got me.

This is a friendly reminder to the hunters NOT TO SHOOT AT THE LARGE BIRDS. They could be people.

Me, it could be me, who hunts hawks anyway? Andraste's tits, I saw my life flash before my eyes today.


CAS & SAM:

How's Dean doing? Still an abomination?

What kind of world is this where this is possible? This must be dark sorcery of some kind. I don't like it.

I'd like to return to my proper form now. Men are so... short-lived.