The 100; a panfandom game

So I think Prada's the new pack leader. I also feel like he's judging my wardrobe constantly. It's like having Lydia back.

And it's really just as well, because I am definitely a better follower.

Bruce and Selina are both gone. Nothing really to say, just wanted people to know.


If we could get someone to whip up a Ben & Jerry's, that'd be great. Some of us can't get drunk to cope.

I get what everyone means about those memory dumps now. Ugh. I think I need to sit outside for a while and be glad we're not in a desert.

[Malia & Isaac]
Mason was the big freaky werewolf. Lydia got it out of him with her banshee powers and we killed it so he's okay. Theo's dead, so are all the Dread Doctors. Malia, you used those weird blue claws to get the rest of your mom's power, but she got away. Hayden was going to die so Scott turned her, but Theo killed Tracy. And then I went back to the Skinwalkers and I've been with them for a while so I don't really know if anything new's happening.
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So hey everybody. I messed up. I mean, sure, there's a lot of distractions going on (Really, not everyone can say that wars and alternative lives get in the way of their plans. Okay, unless they're from comic books. Mad love for you guys!). But I let something get behind and just totes didn't stay on top of it.

Which, considering what it is, that's disappointing to me. Top Priority, Cisco! Thanks for the reminder, Tali! I think this will work AMAZING with your idea for comm relays and towers. Can't believe I didn't think of that. Also sorry to the tech team for horribly failing at sharing info on this. I will suck less going forward.

I have sketched out some ideas for bringing two things back online here in Futureworld - Internet and GPS. It looks like we got the go ahead for the next phase of Cisco's Master Plan (with Help From Peter Parker and Friends (CMPHFPPF for short)).

Resources have been stockpiled, I know what I need. But you're wondering "WHERE DO I COME IN?"

Well, dear reader. If you can fly into space, I need your help. I need SPACE DEBRIS. Specifically satellites that we can refurbish. If anyone has like super metal detecting skills, there may be some that've crashed after a decayed orbit. Otherwise, I'll defer ground-based materials to the comm tower idea. Most of what I need has to be rated for space, etc.

I'm told this isn't some strange dream, but I'm not quite sure if I believe it or not. The last thing I remember is pricking my finger to enact a sleeping curse so I could protect my. This isn't like the new dream version of Storybrooke or something? Don't answer that. I'm not sure who or what I believe right now.

My name's Belle. I'm trying to muddle my way through everything right now, get my bearings. I heard there was a library. Could someone point me in that direction?

[Friends (just assume, it's a fairly loose filter)]
I'm using Howlett now.
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If we agreed could we go to their villages sometimes?

Okay so, we've got a kid. Alex. He's blonde, about 4ft tall, eight going on forty. He's Trouble, alright? I'm just putting it out there. He's handy, though. Artistic. Annoyingly smart. If you help keep him mentally engaged here so he doesn't bring the mountain down around our ears, I'll owe you one.

So here's a public service announcement I never imagined I'd be making: I'm seriously not a terrible person, I promise. I'm a (reformed) liar, not a cheater (except maybe in cards on occasion). Please don't continue hating me from a distance. Or, in one particular case, from very close while I'm sleeping. (Attention: Malia) End PSA.

I wavered on whether or not I wanted to weigh in, or if I was even ready to do so, but I feel like I should as both a close friend of the person responsible and one of those affected by what she did.

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YOU'D BETTER ALL BE BACK
OMG
I'VE BEEN ALL BY MYSELF FOR LIKE HALF THE MONTH AND IT TOOK A WEEK TO HEAL PROPERLY AND THEN WE GOT ATTACKED AGAIN


ps if you're missing any of your stuff I have it. Long story.

Hey hey, now that I'm a criminal and we've got the spring fling dance coming up, who wants to be my date?

Goes well with the eye patch, gotta keep up my string of being the bad boy, yeah? Yeah. I've got it on good authority that I'm a damn good date, and you get to ride on my pride and joy. You know you wanna.

Pretty damn sure it doesn't need to be said cause it's me, but I'm not gonna sit here and list my preferences. I like all people (except judgemental assholes) and I'm pansexual. You got a problem with that, and you can go elsewhere.

If you're interested in sharing the magic of the wilderness with your offspring, sign up for this Saturday's hike through the Storybrooke Wilderness Park. Participants will be given a small bag of granola, and water. It will probably be perfect for small children, unless I encounter a snake, in which case I can all but guarantee that the language will be intended for adults only.

You can trust me with your children's lives. I was a child once, and I was a great child. Just ask my sister. I believe in positive reinforcement, capital punishment, not holding back about the destruction of the ozone layer, and reverent silence. If your kid is a whiner I may threaten to feed him to a bear, but I would never do that. It's just a hilarious joke. I would be working at the animal shelter because trust me, I prefer pets to your kids, but the animal shelter requires that I be over the age of 18 for the fun jobs, so here we all are.

The hike is sponsored by the nonprofit organization 'Make Like a Tree'. This post is not. Nature! Yeah!!

Oh hello, collection of wardrobe pieces. Now I look like myself again.

And as a bonus, I now have at least three scarves that will pair nicely with the last few little bruises (compliments of the Iron Bull) that are healing.

TEEN WOLF.

Uh

Lydia, some of her things are mixed in. I ca They still smell li Do you want them?

[Sif]

Sif, tomorrow is your first attendance at the Club of Fighting. You will likely be paired up with very skilled fighters. Without weapons, it is purely technical skill. I wish you luck, my friend. Make Asgard look good, aye?

I have been pinched three times today.

I've heard it said that introducing yourself here is usual, and my dragon who isn't a dragon has agreed not to set anything on fire for the time being, so I finally have a few moments.

Hello. I am Captain John Granby of the British Aerial Corps. I fly with Iskierka normally, but as she has appeared here in human form, it seems we won't be doing any of that. I'm presently in Medical as I wait for an infection to clear from a rather severely broken arm, and I have to say, the doctors you have here are a marvel. This would have been an amputation for sure at home, and that's if I survived the fever long enough to get to someone who could perform it.

Last thing I knew, it was 1810 and I was in Brazil, and the British were at war with Napoleon. I am given to understand that none of those things are the case now, and that you're all from different worlds, and that even in the worlds that have dragons, yours don't talk. I am originally from Newcastle, but I've served in the Aerial Corps since I was 6. Once I am cleared to leave Medical, I will be joining the folk who take care of the animals here. Do not let Iskierka near them in the meantime. She is liable to bite a cow.

And for anyone or anything that Iskierka may have set on fire or threatened to set on fire, you have my apologies.

So.

On the plus side, this drawing actually looks a whole lot like me?

On the opposite side, ouch.

Granby! Granby! They said you were here. Are you well? Oh! I shall burn down their barracks if they have hurt you.

Granby, I do not know what has happened to me! I am so very small now, and my wings are gone. I look like a girl!

Lady Caroline, I apologize in advance if I get too... intense over this Villain thing. You see, I've never been one. Ever. Music, dancing, acting, all of that is familiar to me, but all of it is spent playing a hero for the masses, and I certainly don't treat women the way this wretch does. So, I've been channeling my ex, Madalena. She is quite possibly the most evil creature I've ever met, so I figured it'd be apt.

It might be a bit too apt. They'd be well suited for each other.

Now I just have to make sure I leave the method acting at the door, before Iz murders me.

Worry not: I'll be teaching my signature dance moves this evening. I know that was weighing heavily on your minds.

That whole sudden jolt of new memories? They're not messing around.

[FILTERED TO MEDICAL]

Half of which included my being tested on and had holes drilled in my head while I was half-catatonic. Who wants to play Operation! with the Banshee?

Mostly I just need something for the migraine. And probably an exam because - ow-.

[OOC: Spoilers for the latest two eps of Teen Wolf in comments!]

So.

Tall Russian guy. Really hot. Goes by Illya.

He's gone, isn't he?