The 100; a panfandom game

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.

The support systems for the Ark over at Camp Jaha have gone down, and they haven't been able to repair them. Mount Weather is going to be taking in a lot of people rather quickly, and they need our help. The best place to set up some temporary housing is in the warehouses, and so we'll be doing that. First things first will be going through and putting as much as we can into storage. Small and portable would be best, so some containers that are bigger on the inside will be necessary. We'll also be putting some spells up to enlarge the warehouses to accommodate all the people, and they'll need warming charms. Anyone who is proficient at creating portkeys needs to also make themselves known to Snow White so that she can begin coordinating transport of the people.

We need all of you on this, even Snape and Pettigrew. There's a lot of work to be done and we have to get it done within a few days. We'll meet in the larger warehouse just after breakfast. Make sure you eat early, yeah?

And I just found out that we're going to need to duplicate some bedding for these incing people. So any of you who're good at that sort of thing, we'll set you on that. I know a few of you are, at least.

I haven't been entirely honest with you.

I miss baby you. You got so big and I've had no time to adjust.

I feel like I don't know you. And that's awful. And I told you that your parents split up. I'm the worst mum.

Oi, you. So.

Here's the thing. And I'm not saying it in person because this texting thing is grand. I can get everything out and not worry about you looking at my face, and I can edit what I have to instead of just vomiting up words and hoping they come out all right.

You should move back in with me. For real. For good. I know I've been leading you on a bit, and I wasn't trying to lead you anywhere, but I wasn't saying yes or no and now I'm saying yes. Yes, okay, let's give this another go, you and me. If you want me, I'm here. And I want you.

I don't want it to go back to how it was, because how it was was broken. I want it to be better than it was, because we're better, and sometimes I just look at your face and I hate how much I want to kiss it.

I miss you, is what I'm saying.

I may be drunk? A little drunk.

» Malfoy, eh?
» I managed to forget what a little shite he was as a teenager.
» How are you and Harry doing?

I have been told the two of you are my roommates. I am Severus Snape, and I hope that it is generally a quiet apartment.

This isn't easy to say, so I'll make it blunt and to the point.

Eddie Carmichael was bitten last night. The doctor I talked to says that he's in critical condition. They're keeping a close eye on him, but there's no guarantee that he'll make it.

There were others of ours hurt, but they'll be fine. Right now, it's Eddie we need to worry about.

Today was the dedication of the memorial garden. Everyone was invited to attend. At the gate to the garden, large flats of flowers were available. People can either take one, put it in a pot, and keep it with them, or plant it themselves after the dedication. One section of the garden was purposefully left unfinished for today. There was a moment of silence for those no longer with them in whatever way. In an attempt to incorporate as much of the recent history of the world as possible, those Sky People and Grounders that have died were named, as well as all of those who have died since the Pod People started arriving.

After that, the floor was open to people to speak, sing, recite poetry, or anything they can think of. Neville began with himself, which I'll detail in a comment, and then he asked Chancellor Griffin to speak, and Steve Rogers and Asala Adaar. After that, he would ask that people take turns and be courteous.

The dedication ended with the planting of the flowers in the garden, with the farmers helping people individually, as well as anyone who has experience gardening.

How are you coping?

Hullo, mate. Did your flowers go over well?

I feel like we haven't done anything just in quite awhile, so I propose we take over one of the common areas not used by the book group on Friday and have ourselves a bit of a party.

And I do mean that all of us are invited.

Hullo, I don't know if we've ever spoken face to face, but I'm Neville, one of the farmers. I was wondering if you'd be willing to lend that game you've mentioned a few times making? Cards Against Humanity? I promise we'll take good care of it.