The 100; a panfandom game

AA/NA & CLAIRE/LUKE (Separated into two so they both read the same thing, but can't reply to each other):

( Trigger Warning: Alcoholism. )

Here's hoping the inaugural radio show last night was vaguely interesting.

I need help naming it -- puns are always appreciated, and you get a bonus if it's particularly clever. Looking for something that gets to the root of who I am as a storyteller, so don't think you're barking up the wrong tree if you make a wood pun.

For those of you who knew her, Jessica Jones has disappeared. No need to look for her; we were speaking when it happened.

[Trish, Audrey]
Ravi's got some stuff going on and... traditionally, this is when I start looking up job opportunities in different cities. I don't know how to be a supportive girlfriend.

AUGUST BOOTH:

You still want a show? Radio show, storytelling on the air.

Glad to see a resolution. Sure hope it quiets down around here now.

Filter: Trish Walker

Hey. Never did ask you-how you holding up now that you're back?

LOIS LANE:

Hi, long time fan, but I won't gush. You probably get that enough here.

I wanted to discuss something with you. I know that you're a heavy hitting reporter, and I am... not. However, I've got the news here, and I was wondering if you'd like to take that over from me.

( Filtered to the AA/NA Group & a separate one to Jessica Jones; Triggers for alcoholism & relapse. )

It feels weird that I miss my kid. Okay, she's a lot smaller and she's babbling more than talking and I can't send her off to do homework while I get a glass of wine and some peace and quiet, but she's here.

Whatever. I feel way more like myself after last night. Going down to a god in the semi-finals isn't a half-bad effort.

[Trish]
I don't usually give a shit How are you?

I feel like I missed my birthday. I didn't of course, but it didn't mean anything to me there. My family might have been messed up at home, but whether it was my father or Wilson, they always found time to do something.

There is one I haven't missed though. Happy birthday, Matt. I've been under a magic spell and didn't get you anything.

[Friends, roomies]
I need to clear my head, get out of here for a few days. Three, specifically. Since everything's a bit of a mess here I'll stick around to help out for the rest of the day and head out tomorrow. I've got a tracker and I'll leave a map with my planned route and campsite marked, stick within the five mile radius, and bring first aid gear and a flare. I suppose my tablet too in case I want to read, though I'm not sure if it will be able to connect to the network out there or how long the battery will last. You can expect me back about lunchtime on the 21st and start getting worried if I'm not back by sunset.

I'm a freaking soccer mom.


eta: Meet in the bar until someone fixes this.

WILL WOODSON:

Okay, so I've spoken with the lawyer and we can get the paperwork and talk things over discreetly with her on Monday at noon. So we have a date for all this to start.

JESS DOLEMEDES:

Will and I are getting divorced.

WILL WOODSON:

Can you run a few errands for me? I'm on my way to the library to do the research about how the divorce stuff should go. I just didn't want to go to the lawyers just yet, because this town is a cesspool of people talking. If I can, I'd like to keep this as private as possible. No one else's business but our own.

JESS:

Okay, so I heard something happened at the Rabbit Hole yesterday? Were you there?

WHO: Rachel and Will Woodson (AKA Trish Walker & August Booth)
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WHERE: Their house.
WHAT: Rachel makes a decision.
WARNINGS: Some talk about alcoholism, adultery, and divorce.

( It's the right decision. )

WILL WOODSON:

I'm getting a sitter for the kids tomorrow. Do you have some time?

KARA ZALE:

We haven't spoken in quite some time. It's been understandably awkward and frustrating. I thought perhaps it was time we did.

So I suppose I'll start.

Do you love him?

DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES:

Ever since he's been back, I can't stop thinking about this other woman having her hands on him. Him being ins I don't want him to touch me. I'm not happy. I don't know how to get over this. Is there a way? The kids are suffering. They know something's wrong. They've been on their best behavior. I can't keep doing this to them.

I don't think I want to try anymore. I think I just want to give up. Cut my losses and move on. Get back to work, you know. Have my own place with the kids, and we can co-parent. He's really great with the boys, and I'd hate for them to lose that.

I just think it's time to shit or get off the pot. If this isn't going to work, then we should just admit it. It's the first step to healing, right? Realizing that it's a problem that can't be solved without damaging the boys.

» Alright, I saw Will decided to come back
» And I've no idea what you might need, cuz
» I'd deflate his tires but I think that'd be more a nuisance for you than anything

Francis Barton, I'm not sure exactly how, but I'm still fairly certain this is your fault.

( Drawing by: Cal Barton, age 7. For: Steve Shields )

Sorry, Steve. I'm going to take this to mean he doesn't show artistic promise?

[OOC: Special shout out to my own 6yo artist for drawing this for me. Happily.]

My fifth graders got me with silly string today when I wasn't paying attention, and the third graders tried to get out of school by pretending like they all had lice (they don't; they backed out real quick when I told them we'd have to shave all their heads). Happy April Fool's.

SALLI:

Want to invite some folks over this weekend or next? I can fire up the grill now that it's nice out again.

[OOC: Potential spoilers for Daredevil season 2 in the comments!]

Alright, so. Let me see if I've got this straight: Alternate universe, people who know me but not really, shit that's straight out of some kind of fantasy novel, the apocalypse, a giant battle and a crazy witch?

This place is even crazier than Hell's Kitchen and that's saying something.

Karen Page. You might've seen me helping out Nurse Temple with the triage today, sorry if I fucked anything up. Definitely not a nurse, even worse at being bossed around. But I