The 100; a panfandom game

I'm not Hallmark (store that sells greeting cards, for those not from a world that has one) or anything, but I've got a little cardstock and a few colored pens, including red. If anyone wants to go with a more homemade touch from Catherine's good suggestion, I can do up some hand-sketched cards for Valentine's Day.

No promises you won't end up with some kind of prophecy on yours, but at least it'll be unique?


That was probably a joke, I swear. Feel free to filter me with questions or ideas or requests, if you'd rather keep it secret.

[FILTERED TO FLARROWTINE]

Okay. Somebody put me out of my misery. It's been two days and I'm still finding glitter.

[OOC: This is me, forgetting about plot.]

Tall, blue flannel, black boots. If you're planning on going outside today, you might want to rethink it, otherwise we're going to have to send out a search & rescue party for you cause you're going to get hit in the head with a chunk of ice off of the trees.

Search & Rescue, know that you're probably going to have to go rescue someone that didn't heed the warning today. Most people don't.

FILTERED TO JOHN:

Alright, I'm getting desperate. Can you do a spell or something to make the water hot enough so I can have a shower?

[OOC: Feel free to claim this for your character! Either they can go out and do it anyway or they can heed the warning, it's open to whoever gets there first.]

I am really glad that's over. I'm sorry for running out of work screaming.

[Jordan Parrish]
Thank you for talking to me yesterday and offering to help. I'm sorry my brother acted like a jerk to you. He's a little overprotective sometimes but he means well. Anyway thanks. I owe you one.

[Oliver and Felicity]
Thank you for yesterday. I never knew pixie dust could do that. This whole place is screwed up though so I shouldn't be surprised. I'm glad you're both here, I feel better having family around. I love you guys even if I don't say it very often.

And Ollie, I really can take care of myself but it's nice knowing you've always got my back.

Someone help me! Oh my god....no! NO!

Right then, rather than everyone writing at once, why don't we consolidate our information in one location so that we can reference it in the event that someone's parents or guardians show?

Just fill it out here, perhaps? For example:

My name is Alfred. I'm supposed to be in the Lower Cathedral Ward of Yharnam under the guardianship of Father Gascoigne.

In the meantime, for the very young ones, might I suggest we putting them someplace where they aren't like to wander about and be food for beasts? Just... suggestion. You know?

I've been sitting in front of this computer for about 30 minutes without typing anything, because I have no idea how to start. End of the world! Radiation! No internet! All very horrible and depressing things. We're talking nightmare fuel here, ladies and gentlemen.

But. BUT. This is better than the Central City Comic Con. I may have made very unmanly and slightly inaudible noises for the better part of the day. I have seen SO MANY cool people, and none of them are charging me $20 for an autograph or $40 for a picture.

So, uhm, hey. I'm Cisco. Sup?

I feel like death on a cracker. Or maybe just death. I don't know. This sucks.

Does anyone have boyfriend tranquilizer on hand? Maybe suitable for an elephant? No? I'm going to guess no. I'm pretty sure Oliver wants us to use fake names, but I'm Felicity. Annnd I just ruined that for him anyway, so.

Thea? Barry? Sara? Your names were in the system when I umm

looked into it after waking up. Nice tech for the apocalypse!

Anytime some egghead wants to solve this honesty madness all on his or her own is fine with me. I've managed not to come clean about Evie and I belonging to a secret society of Assassins sworn to defend freedom from the Templars with our lives, and I don't much fancy doing so now.




[ Edited to add ] Shite.

Cheers, everyone who showed up for fight club. Loads of fun, right? And it'll be even better when we're not all exhausted and bruised and laudenum'd to start with. Black Bat, it was a beautiful battle and I salute you. Oliver Queen, you're dead to me and I hate you (all right, don't actually. Brilliant offensive work. People want to hit you often?).

We'll have another go-round next month, preferably not after a gang fight with a psychotic mirror beast.

Anyway. Neither Evie nor I are the religious sort, but we've picked up a habit of reading Charles Dickens' The Christmas Carol every year. Didn't see it in the library - didn't actually go to the library - but I've got the whole thing mostly memorized and I'm going to give the Best Bits version, if you're interested and want to pop by on Christmas Eve. Evie'll do the parts with the Ghost of Christmas Future; she's dead dramatic (Evie, I just volunteered you). Sounds fun, right? Come over, let's be friends. There may even be mistletoe because I am so very traditional.**


** Edited to Add: There will be no mistletoe.

Well, that was....something.

How does it even work, getting memories that I haven't even lived yet. How do we know they're even real?

( cut for spoilers and there will likely be some in the comments )

FILTERED TO TEAM ARROW (Ollie, Thea, Sara) AND TEAM HELLBLAZER (John, Zed):

Everyone pulled through the other day fine, right?

And I was going to hold onto this because the timing seemed wrong in the wake of a huge attack, but I guess you could argue it's the right time for it because you never know what'll happen next. So, Christmas is next week. I know not everyone might celebrate, and that's okay, but it's the holiday season, and most of us are pretty far away from family this year. What do you guys think about a little get together? I don't know about you, but I'd rather spend the day with friends.

Medical is doing everything we can to put people back together, but we need your help to stay organized and make sure everyone gets the care that they need, so we're asking for the following:

First and foremost, check your phones. We are way, way too busy to be keeping an updated list of where everyone is or how hurt they are right now. Send your loved ones messages and keep an eye on the network so you don't miss them. We have a lot of people coming in and out of the hospital area right now, but I'd say the chaos is only semi-organized.

We have enough injured people that we're running out of space inside the hospital itself, so we're setting up tables, chairs and cots in the hallway just outside for smaller injuries. If you are not bleeding profusely, dying, or are otherwise in need of immediate life-saving, please go to the people outside the hospital. The only people we want to see inside the hospital are ones who need more long-term care. If you need some stitches before heading home, we simply do not have enough room.

Volunteers! Anyone with medical experience or who can assist and isn't a bloody mess, we need you. I'm not exaggerating when I say most people in Mount Weather need some kind of help today. If you can't help in medical, they need help doing clean up, or looking through the rest of the base for injured people who can't make it to medical themselves. Many of the sanitation staff need care, just like everyone else; if you aren't bedridden or immobile or generally limping about, you need to be helping out right now.

I know we all care for our loved ones and desperately wish to be by their sides when they're in the hospital, but please, for the next couple of days, visits to long-term patients should be kept short, and visitors should only come one at a time to reduce crowding. We'll make exceptions for parents with small children, but we have a lot of people and not a lot of hospital to put them in. Please trust us to take care of your friends and family. We're trying our hardest and it will be easier on us without lots of visitors underfoot, so no camping out at bedsides this time.

Anyone with magic or powers that can heal or reduce pain, now is the time to use them, even if you're not in practice with your healing spells. Our supplies are limited and we desperately need to reduce how much of them we use.

I can answer questions now because I'm on break, whether I want to be or not.

( PRIVATE ENTRY; EVIE'S DIARY )

With everyone on edge, I thought it might be a good idea to enact an event that Jacob and I have back home, in London. We call them Fight Clubs, and they are essentially just as they sound - a way to unlock your inner pugilist. Prize fighting, with your fists. No weapons, no other powers or anything besides you and your opponent in a ring, punching the living daylights out of each other. You fight until you or your opponent is on the ground, not to the death and taking care to not cause any permanent damage - especially given medicine is rationed. It's not for beginners, mind you, but should you have skills in fisticuffs, we welcome you to join us.

I'll be giving a demonstration tomorrow evening, in the gym. 7pm. Should you wish to also participate in the trial run, I welcome a challenge. And you can also go up against my brother, he's quite fun to smack about. But following this, we'll make it a more official thing, say once a month? For bragging rights, given that money is rather useless here.

You know how I can tell I've really gotten around? I'm delighted to have been dropped somewhere near a nice cozy bunker full of people who look like supermodels instead of being left out in the post-apocalyptic winter. Camping out in the snow wouldn't be my first choice. I like it in here. Very survival chic.

Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you all.

Hey, Mount Weather! Listen up! Tomorrow's the last Thursday in November which means it's Thanksgiving. The day where you spend time with family eat turkey, give thanks, and, more importantly, watch football!

There's no football to watch here but we can fix that. Who's up for a scrimmage?

Wish I could say this is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. My name is Sara Lance and it looks like I'm going to be a new scout. Sorry if I'm a bit anti-social, I've had a rough few weeks.

I have good news. The brewers have made vodka. The catch is that it's blue. I sent some samples to the lab and was told that there's nothing wrong with it, it's safe to drink. It's just blue. And right now it's being infused with various flavours, so there's that.

It's pretty brilliant, we've got an alcohol now that's not bad, in all honesty. And it's been diluted down to a strength that won't kill anyone on contact.

There was something else oh, right The tavern is pretty well open for operation, and has been for a little while. But we're still working on a name, so if anyone has any suggestions, that'd be brilliant.

This is what I get for leaving Ariadne's thread at home, I guess.

I'm Zed. They already told me that I can't blame John for all of this, but I'm tempted anyway.