The 100; a panfandom game

Okay, I've been sitting on this for a couple of days because I suspected I might have just gone crazy, but the more I think about it the more I swear I wasn't seeing things. Please tell me someone else saw the creepy snowmen the other day.

Now, I've looked everywhere for it, but I can't seem to find my pipe! If this is some kind of trickery, it's certainly not welcomed. That was a Baggins heirloom it was, something I had with me from the Shire. Bit of pipe weed gone, too. It's such a shame...I'd be most grateful if someone could help me find it.

Everyone fought well yesterday. She was a beautiful creature, let us treat her well.

[CHARLIE WEASLEY (and anyone else who tried to save the dragon!)]

I appreciate your respect and dedication to my kind, but I cannot say I'm sorry for how things went.

Who has experience with dragons?

I've been meaning to ask and perhaps it's just me not knowing this technology just yet. Have we found the dragon that everyone was talking about previously?

To all those looking for the dragon, good luck. If it is sleeping, do not wake it. That may yet buy us a lifetime without the need for slaughter. You may think this advice to be obvious, but I was still awoken by some who I can only assume received the same warning.

Not to ruffle any feathers, but have we actually confirmed that our dragon isn't the one causing mayhem?

He can do that, right? Turn from hottie Khal Drogo into a dragon?

FILTERED TO PARRISH:

Have you been brushing up on your dragon slaying?

Dragons.

Fucking dragons.


LUKE:

Hey.

So, I'm not good at much of anything, least of all relationships. I wouldn't date me. It would be smarter if you didn't, but... I really want to go out on a date with you. Like a real, actual date. Sit down, do something fun-ish, get-to-know-you kind of deal.

Clearly nowhere fancy, though.

I can't believe I

I know we're all recovering from what happened and Christmas is right around the corner — I don't want to pile too hard on anyone's plate, but I wanted to make everyone aware of where I've been.

I flew out to the Raven Rock Mountain Complex in Pennsylvania, another nuclear bunker like this one. In the war, it housed important Pentagon employees, but as far as I can tell they didn't survive like the community at Mount Weather. Still trying to figure out exactly what happened. They might have run out of food. I didn't get too involved in searching for answers yet. There's no evidence of slaughter, at least, but I will say this: the place isn't ... abandoned. It's Creepsville. Seriously.

So: I need to put together a small team to head out there after the new year to pick through what they have and bring back any usable supplies. It's mostly salvage and scrap metal at this point, but we can always use that.

Volunteer if you:

• Have flight or teleportation ability over long distances.


• Have some military and/or survival training.


• Are over age 18.

If we have a teleporter capable of taking other people alone we might consider people who can't fly, but because of weather, supplies, and the situation with the Grounders, we can't risk any kind of long-distance travel on foot.

All volunteers need to be approved by myself and the Council. We're not risking lives by taking someone out who's unprepared or lies about being qualified.

STEVE:

I still can't believe I missed all this. I leave for what, four days, and we get attacked? I could have helped. Christ.

[...] Look, I'm not going to tell you to stay in bed or anything but take care of yourself and don't push. There's time to recover, so just be good to yourself.

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've been told to introduce myself. I'm Sandrilene fa Toren. I'm not very good at this, I can't tell what sort of order the letters are in and I'm much more used to writing with ink and a brush.

Everyone really lives underground? I feel like the mountain is going to collapse on me.

It was nice to stretch my wings today. It was the first time if far too long.

A few of us scouted outside after the blizzard stopped. It seems fine. And people should be okay to go out now. I think. But, maybe wait for Command to clear that.

Just, me and Mom saw something really weird. A two-headed deer frozen like a statue and, a panther frozen when it was getting ready to lunge. But, the sense I got from them was that they weren't killed in the storm. There wasn't enough snow on them for that.

Anyone know anything that can freeze an animal like that?

The cold makes this body feel so brittle. [...] If we require fire for warmth inside this cave, I will provide it.

So this is what the future looks like. Seems kind of...dismal. No offense.

Anyway, hi. I'm Georgina. Interesting set up.

Before travelling here, before coming face to face with wolf claws, I mayn't have shied at the sight of blood but to be true, I admit defining it as delicious is a surprise at every new full moon. Bless the kitchen for making a steak practically raw to fulfill whatever part succumbs to this new pull.

I made a girl cry And I suppose the lot of us cannot help but look back, look to provide comparison between the lives we knew and the lives we forge here, in order to achieve whatever catharsis arriving in a metal coffin requires. Though I am more accustomed to travelling by wardrobe, let me assure you of this:

After a while, all places become like home.

This place is beginning to reek of dwarves. How many are there now?

Does anyone want to spar?

[Filtered to Food Service]
Is it hard to make ice cream?


[Filtered to Batman]
Have you seen Commissioner Gordon? Not... commissioner yet... Mr. Gordon?

I have to admit, when I pictured a nuclear holocaust, [...] this is exactly how I imagined it. Of course, with a lot more bunkers.

And a lot less - what was it again? Interdimesional travel?

Very interesting magic you all have here.

I am told this is where I am to make my introductions. I am Fili of the House of Durin.