that was a very immediate and assured response on palamedes' part. confident and, while shocking to hear, would make absolute sense. the ark hadn't been to the point of assigning someone to oversee consanguinity tables to prevent inbreeding — clarke's only fourth generation — and potentially had the exact opposite problem as mount weather in regards to population regulation. one has made second children a crime punishable by death or imprisonment, the other is potentially so desperate for more that they're willing to take in 49 strangers on the off chance of they fuck around and reproduce.
and really, wouldn't cross-breeding between mountain men and skaikru have been a really peaceful way to resolve this whole issue? for future generations, at least. it's right up there with just asking for bone marrow donations — if 300 arkers would willingly sit in a makeshift airlock in hopes of giving their people more time, 381 would have sat through painful medical procedures to help others too — but we already know this doesn't play out peacefully.
clarke's attention had been split — she'd been half following jasper and monty's backs as they fetched more snacks — but as palamedes goes on to give a lowkey dissertation, she hones in on him. really looks at him, and purses her mouth as literally nothing comes up when trying to place his face. you'd think if someone was brimming with logical ideas this whole time, they would have stood alongside her and bellamy at the head of the delinquents. so where was this guy when they were attempting peace talks and battering down for war?
but she's too distracted looking at new enemies to truly scrutinize pal. )
...huh. ( ends up being all clarke says on the matter. and after a beat: ) Their hydroponic farm probably includes cocoa beans and sugar cane.
( then she looks for the other two boys again, and sees jasper approaching maya. the map with no exits is still firmly front and center in her mind, everything is so tightly held under lock and key — and keycard — here. an idea sparks.
very abruptly, clarke stands up. ) Excuse me.
( and she'll be several purposeful strides away from pal before he can so much as scoot back his chair. )
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that was a very immediate and assured response on palamedes' part. confident and, while shocking to hear, would make absolute sense. the ark hadn't been to the point of assigning someone to oversee consanguinity tables to prevent inbreeding — clarke's only fourth generation — and potentially had the exact opposite problem as mount weather in regards to population regulation. one has made second children a crime punishable by death or imprisonment, the other is potentially so desperate for more that they're willing to take in 49 strangers on the off chance of they fuck around and reproduce.
and really, wouldn't cross-breeding between mountain men and skaikru have been a really peaceful way to resolve this whole issue? for future generations, at least. it's right up there with just asking for bone marrow donations — if 300 arkers would willingly sit in a makeshift airlock in hopes of giving their people more time, 381 would have sat through painful medical procedures to help others too — but we already know this doesn't play out peacefully.
clarke's attention had been split — she'd been half following jasper and monty's backs as they fetched more snacks — but as palamedes goes on to give a lowkey dissertation, she hones in on him. really looks at him, and purses her mouth as literally nothing comes up when trying to place his face. you'd think if someone was brimming with logical ideas this whole time, they would have stood alongside her and bellamy at the head of the delinquents. so where was this guy when they were attempting peace talks and battering down for war?
but she's too distracted looking at new enemies to truly scrutinize pal. )
...huh. ( ends up being all clarke says on the matter. and after a beat: ) Their hydroponic farm probably includes cocoa beans and sugar cane.
( then she looks for the other two boys again, and sees jasper approaching maya. the map with no exits is still firmly front and center in her mind, everything is so tightly held under lock and key — and keycard — here. an idea sparks.
very abruptly, clarke stands up. ) Excuse me.
( and she'll be several purposeful strides away from pal before he can so much as scoot back his chair. )