The 100; a panfandom game

In case anyone was wondering, those people updated on the network, they really believe what they're saying. Not to say it's true, but they're believers. That makes sense super dangerous.

I could probably start asking around if people know who wrote these things. If that's a thing we want done? I'm not sure what the legalities would be on that.

LADY MARIA:

I miss Zed. Do you miss Zed? She worked with me, and I got used to seeing her curls every day.

And I just realized if she ever came back, she wouldn't remember us.

LOKI:

Paperwork is such a headache. I miss the days where I could just look at something and dismiss it out of hand. Toss out this survey because the data is skewed. This person lied about age/weight/sexuality/etc.

Is anyone else really, really confused by the suddenly vocal wave of antipathy for the Grounders? Did I miss a memo? Did someone draw penises on Councilor Wolverine's face while he was sleeping? Did one of them bring a bag of salad to a Superbowl party? Not to mention that "the Grounders" is a really broad term for numerous and diverse tribes with their own sets of rules, alliances, and cultures.

I'm good with hating people - it's my fav! - but generally I like to be in the know on the why.

Also, to continue the tone of this combative entry, The Princess Bride is mediocre at best and you guys can come at me.

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.

[ Friends/Friendly Acquaintances - feel free to assume ]

Who wants to join me at the Rose tonight in a torrent of self-pity for their performance in Weapons club? I should be better, I should not

[ /Friends ]

Anyone here do something back home like life planning? I'd need you to have a real thick skin and a pretty sensitive bullshit detector.



Hey, people who got back from... wherever. I'm David.

FILTERED TO SNOW WHITE:

I assume being back means that I still have my job and that you haven't replaced me. And, really, who could replace me?

As a follow-up consideration, if this whole magic situation turns even more sour than it already is, and if I should vanish one pleasant spring day, know it wasn't you. I have a historical distaste for being told what to do. Nothing personal, I assure you.

FILTERED TO VERITY, THOR, BEN, AND SAMIRAH:

Everyone back to normal? Good. Dinner tonight. Bring someone if you'd like.

FILTERED TO NORMAN OSBORN:

I think my choice words may have to be, "Wow, that was awkward."

I'm a freaking soccer mom.


eta: Meet in the bar until someone fixes this.

It's Friday. Think I'll call it an early day and see how things are going down at the Rabbit Hole.

SIMON TANNER & LOREN FROST:

Okay, you've GOT to tell me that the gossip isn't true. Tell me the rumors that you were spotted at Sarong with Kaila Frye are not true.

Honey.

Seriously? My trash has more class than that.

LOREN FROST:

This town is going to the dogs.

[Ben Irons]

You and your crew up to anything tonight? It's been one of those days and I could use a drink and maybe even shooting some pool. Unless you guys are off rescuing kittens from trees today.

I missed out on the bake sale yesterday. Work held me up, so I guess it's more storebought for me. Please read this as a subtle request for anyone to offer up anything they picked up and are willing to share. Picture me sitting alone in a kitchen with a ham sandwich, longing for some apple turnover or cherry pie.

A lot of people have asked but we're out of strawberries right now. I think they're still in season so we can have more soon. Everyone just needs to have pat wait a bit. Sorry.

We'll try to come up with something else yummy for you.

LOKI & FRIENDS:

Looks like some of these "books" in my apartment can be used as door stoppers. I just got like three boxes of my pure mathematics and science books.

Who wants to have a reading party? I've got a window seat with a view of not-this-world's Manhattan.

Well. I'm here! I tried not being here, briefly, but nothing happened, so... here I am! Hello, Mount Weather. I'm to be a washer of dishes, which is a refreshing change from my previous job titles. I'm a bit flummoxed about the whole "fictional" thing - yet working through it - and on the whole am well delighted to be a guest in your lovely... town? fortress? hideaway? ...bungalow? until I figure out how to return once more to Yharnam and put everything back the way it's supposed to be.

My name's Sami - Sam's fine - and I like pastries, history, the soppiest of love stories and killing things that need killing. I'm also, incidentally, in a bit of a pickle. You see, I'm trying to figure out how to errrrrrrrrr be a God STRIKE FEAR IN THE HEART OF MAN get used to recent changes in my life, and mostly, that's just led to public intoxication. Not that alcohol really works on me, so I just have to make it work on me, but that's neither here nor there. Where's the pub? That'd be lovely, thank you.

[ Filtered to Friends; Feel Free to Assume! ]

I lied, may the Great Ones help me, I lied like a rug. I am so sorry. I failed my Sergeant and I failed Mount Weather and I failed myself. Do not tell him. He will hate me. I am terrible.

But the little cakes on a stick were so cute! Little bows! I ate a pink one. I want another but I will not risk going now. May they have mercy upon me. It was delicious. Delicious!

Don't do as I did. Take Satan's cake pops seriously! I am lost. Save yourselves!

[ /Filter ]

LADY MARIA & ZED MARTIN:

I'm just checking in that you two are still here. Seems there's been a rash of disappearances, and it would suck if you guys vanished.

CHATTY TO VERITY:

» Plz reply ASAP

LOKI & MARIA & ZED:

I'm heading to the figh club tonight to cheer on Lady Maria. Do you two want to come with me?

Very well, I cannot contain myself. The art that has been salvaged and kept here in Mount Weather is magnificent! It is perhaps a mere compliment to what keeps our bodies alive, but I feel as if the vivacious paint strokes in some of these works keeps our souls alive. Do we have any record of the artists? I lost myself for nearly an hour in the beautiful blues and greens of a painting of waterlilies. And there was another of someone screaming upon a bridge; it is as if the work slithered its way into my head and planted a seed of terror!

We did not have much in the way of artwork in Yharnam; most of our artists had other concerns than creating. But we had architecture - dizzying spires and elegant gates. The day that they set fire to the historic cathedral in Old Yharnam I cried, and I had not cried for the people left behind. That must make me cruel, but it hit me very hard. It is difficult to explain; it felt like it was heralding the death of many generations rather than just one.

And home - Cainhurt Castle - it had art, and artists still very vibrant and ambitious and lively. There was always the gift of immortality offered to the artists of worth. But somehow all of their work looked the same in the end. Too much red. It should be used solely as an accent, no?

Like these lilies. The artist used pink and gold to signify light and shadow; it is ingenious.

LADY MARIA:

Hey, I just saw your Valentine thing. All of that is true

I hope you know the feeling is mutual. I got into anti-social habits back home, so branching out is a lot easier when you're so thoughtful.