( this new palamedes character responds to her paranoia with abject logic, and somehow it's frustrating. like the beginning of a very dangerous pipeline to trusting people who've given them every reason to trust them suspiciously easily. when life outside the mountain had been clawing for every scrap and every opportunity to survive, having the necessities just... handed to them? it's odd. dante wallace hasn't even said what he wants in return for this hospitality.
long story short, shared receptacles and swapped teacups or not, clarke's not touching cake any time soon.
he at least seems on board with her point about the map. and a little more willing to engage than monty and jasper, who are both looking at their plates uncomfortably. both the other boys are accustomed to clarke griffin's particular brand of intensity, but haven't fully reckoned with how hard it's intensified since she'd woken up in the quarantine ward. )
Exactly. They tell us we're not prisoners, but haven't offered us any recourse to leave. So I need you guys to tell me everything you've seen. Every room, every hallway, every way out —
Way out? ( that's jasper, a quiet storm of disagreement; looking somewhere between tired, sick, and rolling his eyes. ) Look around you, Clarke. There's no one hunting us here. First time in our lives we're not hungry. Why — why would we want to leave?
Because we have friends out there who need our help. ( and clarke isn't angry at jasper, but there's a call to action in her words and a flicker of disappointment when jasper doesn't rise to it. )
They're looking for survivors, ( monty now, with a more gentle tone. he means to comfort and bridge the gap between his two friends, not demand or dismiss. ) And they're way better equipped to find them than we are.
( but even to that, clarke just minutely shakes her head. looks away from them, out over the dining area. at the old paintings hung on the walls, spared from the apocalypse. at the happy faces of all those inside. she hears the live piano music playing softly in the background, sees how well dressed and content and seemingly peaceful these people are. and just... ) This place is too good to be true.
You're... you're bumming me out. I'm going to get more cake...
( jasper stands with the façade of a smile, turns towards the tables bedecked with food. and in this reality, monty follows him, leaving just clarke and pal seated across from each other at the well set dinner table. she briefly turns to watch the two boys depart, then slowly, slowly comes back around to look at pal. )
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long story short, shared receptacles and swapped teacups or not, clarke's not touching cake any time soon.
he at least seems on board with her point about the map. and a little more willing to engage than monty and jasper, who are both looking at their plates uncomfortably. both the other boys are accustomed to clarke griffin's particular brand of intensity, but haven't fully reckoned with how hard it's intensified since she'd woken up in the quarantine ward. )
Exactly. They tell us we're not prisoners, but haven't offered us any recourse to leave. So I need you guys to tell me everything you've seen. Every room, every hallway, every way out —
Way out? ( that's jasper, a quiet storm of disagreement; looking somewhere between tired, sick, and rolling his eyes. ) Look around you, Clarke. There's no one hunting us here. First time in our lives we're not hungry. Why — why would we want to leave?
Because we have friends out there who need our help. ( and clarke isn't angry at jasper, but there's a call to action in her words and a flicker of disappointment when jasper doesn't rise to it. )
They're looking for survivors, ( monty now, with a more gentle tone. he means to comfort and bridge the gap between his two friends, not demand or dismiss. ) And they're way better equipped to find them than we are.
( but even to that, clarke just minutely shakes her head. looks away from them, out over the dining area. at the old paintings hung on the walls, spared from the apocalypse. at the happy faces of all those inside. she hears the live piano music playing softly in the background, sees how well dressed and content and seemingly peaceful these people are. and just... ) This place is too good to be true.
You're... you're bumming me out. I'm going to get more cake...
( jasper stands with the façade of a smile, turns towards the tables bedecked with food. and in this reality, monty follows him, leaving just clarke and pal seated across from each other at the well set dinner table. she briefly turns to watch the two boys depart, then slowly, slowly comes back around to look at pal. )
It's too good to be true, right?