The 100; a panfandom game

What's all this coffee shit about, anyway? You want a morning routine, I've got one for you:

Step one: wake up next to a gorgeous Vint. Make him mad cause you tease him about his mustache being skewed.
Step two: get kicked out of bed. Take a cold shower.
Step three: have your lieutenant hit you with a stick a dozen or so times.
Step four: skip the coffee and go straight to the shit that'll put hair on your balls. EVERYBODY likes hairy balls.
OH yeah, throw in some shit about bathing in the blood of your enemies and jacking off to dragons and you're more awake than you've ever been.

You're welcome.

Thanks to everyone who came out to cards night today. It's always great to have folks teaching games from their own worlds.

[Aramis & Porthos]

You two up for drinks or swordfighting lessons or something after cards tonight?

So which of you do I get to thank for teaching Kira the Mother's Day dance she did yesterday? Because it was inspirational, and I'm leaning towards blaming the sugar high.

[ Aramis/Porthos ]

:D

[CHATTY TO PORTHOS]

» A moment of your time, if you please.

Alright Poe, it's time to stop I'm putting my name in for Fight Club this month. Spirits know I've been in my fair share of fights, but it's been a long time since I had basic training and I've mostly just been in the air. I'm rusty.

BB-8 interfaced in and told me I should put this up: (ง'̀-'́)ง​ because it means "fight me".

Bonus points if tall, dark and handsome, since knowing my luck, first round'll be Rey or Pava kicking my ass. Which I'm probably due for anyway.

Anyone here know where I can find this so-called Pod God? Chap's been a bit stingy recently, all that lovely pornographic material from earlier notwithstanding, and I'd like to duel him. See what he's got. And take his crown if he's got one. Seems like the type to have one.

Any of you people one of his batty-arse followers? Pretty please?

See, that's what my last apocalypse was missing: the religious crazies.

They also missed a huge opportunity for an acronym. If they'd just called themselves the Order of Pod Sayers, they could be OOPS.




This is probably totally offensive to any of you who are part of The Order that Should Be OOPS, so I apologize.

Filtered to Child Caretakers, minus Sue:

Hey, it's already May. Are you guys gonna have the kids do something for Mother's Day?

I just need to say the biggest THANK YOU to everyone ever who was involved in the musical. From set to design to my amazing fellow cast members to the audience that came to laugh and cry.

And a BIG HUGE THANK YOU to Alison for believing in us and not letting that damn curse get us down. We so couldn't have done this without you.

I cannot wait for the next one!

WHO: Aramis & Porthos
WHEN: April 22nd, 2016 after Fight Club
WHERE: Their room
WHAT: Porthos can only communicate via whiteboard and body language, but Aramis has always known him best. Basically, they’re dumb and really really into each other.
WARNING: PGish. Some kissing, some language.

( Not talking was exhausting. )

Thanks for putting up with the whiteboard and the annoyed grunting. My voice is all good now. The bloodthirsty alien plant won't be mute or sound like a duck getting smushed under a boot, promise. So come out and see the show tonight, yeah? Or else.

After a bunch of... how should I say this nicely, mishaps? Inconveniences? Hiccups? After a bunch of that, we finally made it to the night before the show. I hope everyone comes out tomorrow night or Saturday night to see Little Shop of Horrors, because we worked really hard and it's going to be great. I'm really proud of all of us.

If I don't see you there, pretend I'm frowning at you like Captain America does when he's disappointed in someone. I think we all know that face.

Congratulations, Magnus! And well done, everyone who competed today! You made the first Weapons Club enjoyable.

Sir Aramis, tales don't do you justice. If I had to be knocked out in the first round, at least I can salve my pride by saying I lost to a musketeer.

[Reyna]

Still sore? Are you sure you're not

I can't claim to know Peter half as well as his close friends but I did like his music and he made rather idiotic choices with women but at least he was aware of being an idiot, which often goes a long way because most people just stay idiots until they die.


Does anyone else not miss Storybrooke but maybe the idea of having ... normality? WHatever that is. But living a life. Being married. Having kids. Jobs. Not worrying about death and darkspawn and maker knows what else because you're set on a path where you can never be content with anything and you're destined for more. I'm not supposed to be the destined one. Garrett is. He's a good brother, you know, even if it's easy to get overshadowd by him but that isn't his fault, hes just larger than life and doesn't realize it sometimes. being a warden helped me step out of that shadow, but it always feels like there's some other shadow. the darkspawn. the calling.

maybe I'm not meant to be content unless it's done by magical spell and stripping me of all else i know

drinking alone was probably a mistake.

Sooo I don't know if I'm more passionate about the fact that I beat as many people as I did in Fight Club or the fact that I lost to Thor.

Easily some of the best bruises I've ever gotten.

Somebody get Alison to sit down before she reads this. And nobody give her a gun. (I'm looking at you, Aramis.)


Anybody got advice on recovering a voice that's gone all croaky and nonexistent? I've already got a belly ache from too much honey in my tea.

The weather is far more enjoyable than it was last month, and I'm feeling restless. After my shift with the children today, is anyone interested in a shooting contest?

I'm ... eh. Moderately good with a gun. I'd like to have a bit of fun with it, however. Also if anyone with one of those lovely "sniper rifles", as they're called, is willing to let me get my hands on one (unloaded is certainly fine with me), I'll treat it with all the respect it deserves.

This is not where I expected to end up next, but all right, universe, I can roll with the punches.

I'm Agent Abbie Mills. I've been getting caught up in what this place is all about, so now that I think I'm getting a handle on that, hey. From one apocalypse into another I was an FBI agent back in Sleepy Hollow, and before that I was a cop, so I'll be working in law enforcement here too. Home sweet home, right?

What else are we supposed to say here? I like red wine, trashy romance novels and cooking. I was easing myself back into caffeine recently, but I hear that's in short supply here, so it looks like I had good foresight. Crane would probably have a meltdown if he wasn't able to have a cappuccino.

LAW ENFORCEMENT:

I've met a lot of you already, but for those of you I haven't, hi. I wanted to take a moment to say I'm looking forward to working with all of you. I don't expect anyone to trust me right off the bat, especially since I can't exactly produce any credentials beyond a badge that doesn't mean much here, so if you have any questions for me - hit me with it. I'll answer to the best of my ability.

WHO: Aramis & Porthos
WHEN: April 17th, evening. After they’re back from Storybrooke and settled.
WHERE: The Rose
WHAT: Talking out Storybrooke, a little awkwardness, a little of their normal flirting, figuring things out and where to go from here.
WARNING: PG, some dirty talk and a little swearing, that’s about it.

( ’...I’d have to seriously wonder how bad I am in bed, eh?’ )

It is, perhaps, a small thing, but it is an extraordinarily reassuring feeling to grasp my sword and feel the familiarity that I had forgotten while away.

Darcy, would you care to continue our trainings now?