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Who: clarke griffin & your poor unfortunate soul
What: memories, all alone in the moonlight
When: all of march
Where: wherever you least expect a rift in reality to open up. also space, mount weather, earth...
Warnings: general warnings for blood, violence, murder attempted or completed, genocide, maybe even gross body farming. specific prompts will have their individual warnings listed in the body of this post and any additional ones will be noted in subject headers.




CHILDHOOD ( open )
— enjoy the little things, like watching a kid commit the stupid crime of touching books. no warnings here.

SKYBOX ( karkat, number 6, & open )
— did you know clarke was in prison for a year for treason? conspiracy to commit treason? eh, best summed up as "to keep her quiet". well now you can find out! bonus points, she thinks she's hallucinating. cw: probably some dead dad/execution talk and mention of mild eugenics themes, this is dystopia space after all.

D(ropship) DAY ( rita & open )
— when 100 kids are pretty certain they're about to be prematurely executed, one or two's likely to fight back. abby griffin cameo! cw: see above warnings.

QUARANTINE ( darcy, palamedes, & open )
— witness clarke gone absolutely feral, and her first escape attempt from body harvesters she doesn't know are body harvesters yet mount weather. cw: some self harm, blood, violence, potential body horror depending on how the thread goes.

LEVERS ( open but requires plotting )
— join clarke in committing a genocide! cw: genocide!! (also mentions of torture and body farming) this can also partially serve as a cinematic experience for your character, but please respond with some sort of reaction just so i know who saw it.

AIRLOCK 5 ( semi-closed to natsuno, but hmu ooc if you're interested )
— no one likes being faced with their demons. but sometimes those demons set up creepy music boxes and lure you into watching your friends being murdered. cw: violence, attempted (or successful! threads of fate can be changed) murder

THE CITY OF LIGHT ( open )
— when you show an a.i. a picture of the greater metropolitan new york, but she cleans it up and also makes it a hivemind that you have to infiltrate. cw: violence, some creepy hivemind shit, will warn further for anything else.

AFTERMATH ( open )
— your all purpose aftermath wildcards! wanted a memory i mentioned in the plotting post but it didn't make the cut? still available upon request! request starters or throw up your own

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aw yeah mama drama

[myagic]

Are you kidding me?!

[Rita's screech probably blends in well with the other teens, even if hers is more exasperated than alarmed. All she did was step out her cabin and right into someone's memory, and if it wasn't so disorienting every time it sure as hell would be getting seriously old.

Ugh. Fine. Fine! Time to just figure out who here's important enough to tail to get this memory to its conclusion--original or otherwise. And, well--that's a little difficult just yet, because it sure is busy here...wherever here is. It's all--dark, and metal, like some kind of technologically-advanced dungeon. And that might be accurate, too, considering...yeah, guards, prisoners, she sure has found herself in some kind of prison, huh? Great. And with all these people, how does she find out-

Just check my file!

...Is she imagining it, or did that voice sound a bit familiar? Rita doesn't bother pressing against the wall to hide (even if she did, she'd stick out like a sore thumb in her brightly-patterned Tommy Bahama wear), instead just taking a step closer to that cell on her right as a commotion starts--and then that sure is a teen girl exploding out of the room. That...sure is Clarke, isn't it? Someone even just called her name-

Oh. Rita crosses her arms, watching with a frown as the older woman hugs Clarke. Watching this just feels--weird, and annoying, especially considering the few tidbits she's heard about Clarke's mom, so...]

Don't any of you people have any decency? Quit throwing your weight around and start explaining!

[Throwing caution and subtlety to the wind, Rita loudly speaks up, half-addressing Abby and half-rebuking the guards.]

drama mama llama!!!

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Reducing population to make time for — ( behind her mother's back, clarke can see a short redheaded girl. her mouth is moving, and seemingly distantly she hears the shouted demands of an explanation which is, you know, fair. but also feels distinctly unwise given the number of guards that crowded in at abby's back, each and every one of them outfitted and heavily armed. same time though, what's a little mouthing off going to do? they're all about to be executed right? ) — the rest of you.

( wet blue eyes flick from one nameless guard to another to the girl — all without really seeing them. her hands are shaking a little as her mother pulls back from the embrace, and abby griffin briefly glances back towards rita as well. holds up a hand not towards the other delinquent, but to the man at her back who's half raised his rifle. explanation incoming, so just wait.

then back to her daughter, with a gentle but urgent sort of unspoken bid. calm down. don't fight. listen to me. ) Clarke. You're not being executed. You're being sent to the Ground, all 100 of you.

What? ( clarke's voice rasps with disuse and emotion. it's higher pitched than anyone on the serena eterna has ever heard, vestiges of innocence and youth. and where rita'd arguably seen clarke scared after they'd crashed into the rover, or as those elevator doors had dinged closed in the promenade while she'd been water logged nursing fresh burns, here she gets to see her absolutely terrified. stumbling over her words. ) But it's not — safe. N... no, we get reviewed at eighteen.

Shh, ( abby tries to soothe.

and the first direct acknowledgement for rita from someone who she hopefully still calls a friend: ) Mom. Mom, she can't be more than thirteen.

[myagic]

[She watches Abby's gesture with an angry frown, shoots a glare over her shoulder towards the guard, and then returns her attention to what's apparently some kind of terrible Griffin family reunion. She tries to think back to the tidbits of information Clarke's told her before--many of them likely forgotten as unimportant or irrelevant to life on the Serena Eterna, though; she remembers dying spaceship, dangerous earth, something radiation, something wars, everything sucked. That at least puts this partially into perspective: this is the spaceship (if only she had time to marvel at being out in space), and all these teens, including Clarke are being abandoned.

...She's never seen Clarke like this. Like--a normal girl who's just trying to rely on her mom. The mom that betrayed her. Executed her dad right in front of her.]

Is that supposed to make her feel better?!

[Rita's already-thin patience snaps, as she suddenly finds herself furious with this woman trying to soothe Clarke despite what she's done--will do?--and without thinking, she steps forward and aims a fist right at Abby Griffin's side, all while screeching-]

I'M SIXTEEN, YOU KNOW-!

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( rita's fist connects solidly and cathartically.

and for the next five seconds, chaos reigns.

abby lets out an oof when she's hit, clarke screams mom! with the sort of unprecedented concern for the woman about to send her to die on earth that only comes from deep emotional bonds; setting aside her own imminent demise for her mother's immediate pain.

several guards move at once, one lunging directly at rita and grappling for a hold on her upper arms. the course of events if she puts up a fight will be: an absolutely bruising grip that bites into her skin, having on arm pulled sharply behind her back and pinned at an angle where it just feels like the shoulder socket is about to give 'way, and then being unceremoniously slammed into the nearest wall face first. the other guards raise a total of three assault rifles in rita's direction. everyone's barking orders at her: get down, stop moving prisoner, hey hey hey! there's insults and threats peppered in, to the general vibe of: you useless delinquent, you air sucking dog, do you know what you've just done? you assaulted a council member! you're lucky we don't just float you.

same time, abby is trying to shake off the punch. she's still shh-ing the concerns of her daughter, who is now fully crying with her face screwed up and blotched red even under the harsh fluorescents of the skybox. )

It's fine, I'm fine. Get a bracelet on her and put her with the others. ( that's directed towards any of the guard contingency; abby isn't about to let rita's outburst infringe on the last time she may see her child alive. turns out the one track mind through thick, thin, pleasure, and pain is heritable. the older griffin is holding a hand to the spot she was just sucker punched, and wheezing through her teeth but her other hand comes back up to clarke's face. ) Earth, Clarke. You're being sent to Earth.

( clarke shakes her head, stop-starts on a few different sentences: ) I — I — I...

Be careful, ( is all abby has in turn for her. ) I can't lose you too.

( way off to the side, easily out of view, a man readies two tranquilizer darts in a handgun. )

[myagic]

Get off--let me--ow-!

[As if Rita Mordio has ever not put up a fight, wise or not--and maybe not in this case as she proceeds to screech painfully at them over her arm, and then greets a wall face-first and jarringly aching. She's not a fan of pain, thanks, and her indignant screeching only lowers in volume as stars flash in her vision. She does catch snippets in between the chaos and mandhandling, though--most pertinently that Clarke's mom was some kind of big-shot, which seems to be what's allowing her to throw her weight around however she likes.

I can't lose you too. That's the next thing that pierces her thoughts, and the only reason she doesn't dramatically point at Abby is because of the incredibly rude guards restraining her. She does, however, turn her head a fraction to properly glare and shout at the older Griffin.]

Oh, that's rich, coming from the person who killed her father in the first place!

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What? ( that's clarke, voice somehow exceeding it's previous register of high and reedy. and her eyes are blown wide at rita's accusation when she turns to stare at her mother, mouth open like a fish out of water. ) What is she talking about?

Clarke, honey —

No, Mom. ( and she starts to try to wiggle out of abby's hands, nerves on edge and visibly churning the gears in her head to try to make sense of what just came out of the other girl's mouth. it won't be as simple as coming to accept the truth, first she must unwind the year-plus of having convinced herself wells jaha was the person at fault. she is not even ten percent towards sawing through that proverbial gordian knot when: ) What did she just say?

Tranq them both.

( and quick as the command is given, clarke startles as a dart hits her in the neck. wavers in place for a second, then crumbles as the world goes black around the edges. she makes a sound like she's trying to say something, but it dissolves into a long exhale. she's not even completely aware that the ground has rushed up to meet her, and her mother caught her shoulders and is cradling her head to her chest. the faint thump thump, thump thump of abby's heart starts to grow quiet as sleep beckons.

rita's next, shot pretty point blank in the neck and allowed to slide to the floor with no inhibitor to gravity. but she probably can fight unconsciousness long enough to hear. )

Nothing, it's nothing. Shhhh, baby, just sleep. You get to go to Earth.

[myagic]

[Wait--what? Rita frowns in confusion (and pain, still, these guards are jerks) as it seems apparent that...this either hasn't happened yet, or Clarke didn't know. And Rita's betting on the latter based on Abby's immediate dodge being to have them both knocked out-]

H-hey--what are you doing?! Don't think you can just avoid it-!

[She sees Clarke drop, caught by her mother who offers what seems to Rita to be nothing but false assurances, and she's gearing up for another round of shouted insults when she feels a sharp impact in her own neck--she immediately jerks, trying to struggle, but except her limbs suddenly feel leaden and she crumples into an ungraceful heap on the floor. Even in her rapidly-darkening awareness, though, she slurs out the best assessment of Abby Griffin she can possibly manage with an uncooperative brain.]

Y-youuu...ssuck. Traitor.[Her drooping eyes light on Clarke... And then there's nothing.

Until she wakes with a start--confused, head full of cotton, and her shoulder still aching--and blinks. What now? Why can't she get up?]

...What'sis? [Still groggy, she peers down at the straps over her torso, and then her head lolls to the side--oh, is that Clarke next to her? With her brain-to-mouth filter even less awake than the rest of her, well...] Get a better mom. She's a jerk.

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( with the sixteen and seventeen year old girls slumped in graceless, unconscious puddles on the floor, abby probably takes a second to breathe. bitterly says something to the effect of — they'll need people who can fight like that on the ground, survival is no joke — in reference to rita, before cradling clarke's head to her chest and pressing a kiss into her hairline. then she'll carefully stand, press a hand to the aching side of her cheek and dismiss the guards to carry them towards the dropship.

—

clarke and rita come to in what is essentially a steel can hurtling through space with inaccurate landing coordinates and 101 (actually 102) souls aboard. they're strapped into a series of jump-seats with bright red safety harnesses, and several other delinquents have already woken up and started chattering; even more are awake and paralyzed with fear, a sour sort of silence reigns supreme here. the hull rattles intermittently, and the first thing clarke notices is the biting pain of the prongs on her vitals bracelet cutting into her wrist.

second thing is the sensation of a head thunking against her shoulder. they're sandwiched in close quarters, this really shouldn't come as a surprise. but when clarke looks sidelong and memories of the skybox hallway flood back like a tidal wave, her mouth curls.

then when rita insults her mom, and — ) Don't talk about her like that. Just who the hell do you think you are?

[myagic]

'm a genius. [Look, she's never been forcefully tranquilized before; give her a moment to remember how everything is supposed to work. She squints at Clarke's face like she's seeing her for the first time--she doesn't look that different, but somehow she also...does--before casting her glance around the...chamber? It's full of other teens, and they're all strapped in too, like it's one of those amusement part rides-

Oh. Oh, hell no. Now she snaps up, far more awake, to stare intently at Clarke.]

Are we going--is this thing--

[And, oh yeah, about that earlier thing... She shakes her head and finally replies belatedly-] Your mom killed your dad and now she's practically sending you to die, too! You get that, right?! You should be grateful I gave her a piece of my mind!

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( a fuzzy mind is rough. a whirling mind is hard to manage; thoughts branching off in all different directions to try to match information given to information known. (an error message is popping up during this particular conversation, because what the hell is this girl talking about? who the hell does she think she is, really? how dare she!)

and, yeah, a fuzzy whirling mind is a headache and a half. and clarke has already decided she doesn't like rita's tone, expression, or proximity. she absolutely fucking scowls at the other girl, and with a tone so sharp it gives new meaning to the phrase biting peoples heads off, she whisper-snaps: )

Just because you heard some, some — half baked rumor doesn't mean you know what you're talking about. Maybe next time just keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself. You punched the top-most doctor on the whole damn Ark —

( if rita's in tune with the hairs on the back of her neck, she may be the first to pick up on it. the boy on the other side of her — tall, dark skin, close cropped black hair, absolutely kind brown eyes but currently wearing an expression of apprehension — has caught on to the fact she and clarke are awake, and is completely focused on the conversation they're having. hanging on every word, a third party waiting in the wings to be noticed and enter the fray. )

[myagic]

[They might be kinda-sorta-friend-like these days, but that doesn't stop a familiar well of frustrated, judgemental anger from bubbling up in Rita and making her snap right back-]

And she deserved it--what, she's allowed to just throw her weight around and execute her family just because-

[She stops short; although not so closely attuned to other people's attention as some might be, it's a little hard to ignore someone directly on her other side. Her whirls around towards Wells--accompanied by a throbbing headache--and even before she gives him a cursory glance over she's snapping at him too.]

What're you looking at?!

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I — uh. ( wells jaha balks a little under the sudden perception. as much as he's keyed into their conversation, he hadn't known how to make room to enter and suddenly being drawn in by rita leaves him lost for words. especially on this topic. especially. his eyes drop to rita and he's lost for words for a moment. how does she know that? and why is she telling.

but then he looks over her head, directly at clarke. and the relief he expresses on finally seeing her conscious again is in direct conjecture to how furiously clarke snaps at him: )

What the hell are you doing here?

When I found out they were sending prisoners down to Earth, I got myself arrested. I did it for y —

( except end of the day, clarke's already fed up. rita's accusations of abby griffin coupled with being sent down to a planet that won't be safe for human inhabitants for another hundred years and now sitting one body away from her childhood best friend... it's kinda a lot. and she angrily cuts wells off before he can finish. )

You know what? This is perfect. Hey — ( they're stapped down but their hands are free. and clarke's close enough to cuff rita's upper arm with an elbow in a particularly sharp nudge. ) There you go. If you wanna yell at the person who got my father floated, he's right there.

( then the dropship permeates the atmosphere of earth. the entire thing shutters, like a car just hit the worlds biggest pothole, and the lights flicker. several people scream. notably, wells never corrects clarke.

a ring of television screens embedded into the walls spring to life with a bright staticky beep, and the image of a man. )

[myagic]

[Ugh, great, she's in-between some kind of drama now, too? Rita has half a mind to tell them they can talk it out later, preferably not around her, when Clarke elbows her--earning first a glare, but it quickly morphs into confusion.]

What? [It's all she can manage, completely caught off-guard and shooting Wells another glance--not that it tells her anything--and anything else she might've thought to say is swiftly swallowed in fear as the ship shakes, a stark reminder that they're hurtling straight into a planet. Rita tightly grips the straps over her torso, reminding herself that she already knows Clarke makes it to the ground, so it's not like this thing is going to burn up in the atmosphere, or crash too badly, right...?

Another unfamiliar man appears on the screens, talking like he's all self-important and Rita scowls, turning again to Clarke because she doesn't know who the hell else to talk to here-]

Just who the hell does this guy think he is!

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"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance. And as your chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for us all. Indeed, for mankind itself."

( which kinda almost perfectly sums up the value of human life on board the ark. they were always meant to be a transitional generation — tasked with keeping the ship maintained, keeping their heads down and doing their duty, and keeping the human species alive in the hopes that, a hundred years from now, their descendants could return to earth. it wasn't supposed to happen now, no one here was ever supposed to see this day.

the other children are abjectly terrified. and among them, only wells and clarke really know why it's happening. and rita, a little bit at least. but this is still her first time living through anything space travel related.

if she was a little nicer, quieter, or hadn't punched her mother, clarke might feel for the other girl, given how she's white knuckling her belts. )

"We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would have sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

( but in the end, rita is anything but quiet. distracted from the televised speech, clarke glowers right back. )

The Chancellor? ( scowling incredulity, that is. ) Thelonious Jaha. His father — ( that's not a very kind jerk of her chin back at wells, who blanches a little but says nothing. in the distance, someone else pipes up with your dad's a dick, wells! and a few others laugh. thelonious goes on to explain that if they survive, their criminal records will be wiped clean but clarke's not listening anymore. not looking anywhere other than at rita, though. and a combination of emotional duress and fear have her snapping angrily: )

Who even are you? How do you not know that? Did you grow up under a rock or something?

( turns out seventeen year old clarke has a whole lot less patience for bullshit than nineteen year old clarke. and is much more a slave to her emotions, including fury. )

[myagic]

[Everything about this self-important and supposed Chancellor just sets her teeth on edge. Sacrificing the few to save the many--just like how there were some who would have executed her best friend to save the world. And they never actually call it murder, do they? Ohh, does she ever wish that was the person she'd been able to punch, all of a sudden...

But he's only a face on a screen. There's Wells next to her--apparently the guy's son, but beyond that Rita doesn't particularly care, even if some of the other kids sneer at him. At this point, it's mattering less to her who's responsible for Clarke's dad's death, because this Clarke might not even know all the details, and it also kind of pales in comparison to the immediate problem of careening towards the planet.

Anyway, she might still be white-knuckling those straps, but between the combination of fear and anger, she manages a half-choke, half-snort. Because...technically, yes, actually. A very big, mountain-sized rock.]

Maybe I did. What's it matter right now? [She scowls at the screen again, more angry at Jaha now than this feistier version of Clarke.] Is he ever gonna shut up and get off that high horse?

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( the short answer is, nah — thelonious isn't shutting up any time soon. he just talks and talks, like a well spoken politician who could have summed up his entire point in "you're doomed but we're interested to see how long it takes you to die". from clarke's position, most of what he's said can be inferred by the entire situation. the ark is dying, the council couldn't stop what her father predicted, they are acting to conserve resources for the remaining citizens, and whatever happens next is bound to hurt.

the long answer is...

never gotten around to, because while wells has the good nature to look uncomfortable and a little ashamed of his parentage right now, clarke's distracted. she can see the way rita's white knuckling her seatbelt, and despite holding negative good will towards the other girl she says — )

You're going to be fine. This is what this ship was built for.

( yeah, over a hundred years ago, that is. it does sound a little like clarke's trying to convince herself right alongside rita, but that's something that can't be dwelled on for too long. because she's immediately distracted again when a boy unbuckles his straps and takes full advantage of the fact they're in the sweet spot of zero gravity.

jaha is still talking, about mount weather and the resources it potentially holds. the screen flickers in colorful blocks of static. and finn collins floats across the screen seat aisle like an acrobat. a few people are whooping at him. hey, check it out, spacewalk bandit strikes again! and yeah, finn! )

Check it out, ( he addresses wells, coming to hover on his back like the epitome of relaxed. ) Your dad floated me after all.

You should strap in before the parachutes deploy.

( clarke spots two other boys undoing their safety harnesses and straight up shouts: ) Hey! You two! Stay put if you want to live!

( finn again, to clarke: ) Hey. You're the traitor who's been in solitary for a year.

( clarke to finn: ) And you're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk.

Yeah. I'm Finn. ( then he looks square at rita, bobbing a little in place. he's just a normal boy, the vestiges of babyfat still clinging around his cheeks. dark eyes, cupid bow lips, dark hair. does the haze of memory manage to fully highlight him as someone important? memory is biased after all, and it'd be fitting for the first meeting with clarke's first love to be a little hazy around the edges — even for intruders.

plus he grins dashingly. ) Is it true? I heard you laid out a Council member.

[myagic]

[Between listening to Jaha drone on and on and on, subconscious fear, and Clarke's oddly-caring nature at the oddest of times, Rita unintentionally snaps right back at her-].

I know that! [She does at least have the awareness to make a sharp sigh afterwards, not even sure why she's getting mad at Clarke. And she does know they'll be fine, just not for the reason this Clarke thinks...

Anyway, distractions from Jaha finally come in the form of...idiots releasing themselves from the straps, and suddenly Rita's backing up Clarke's yelling.] She's right--are you stupid or something? What do you think's gonna happen if you're not secured?!

[The exchange between Finn and Clarke has her raising an eyebrow--she was in solitary a year? Seriously? What is going on with her family--oh, this guy's talking to her. Rita stares back at Finn's stupid (in her opinion) grin, even as confusion furrows her brows over the odd, almost dreamlike glow around him. She squeezes her eyes shut a moment, opens them again, and...nope, he still looks like that. Weird.]

Hmph... [She finally snorts and glances at Clarke again instead of...whatever's going on with Finn.] You're awfully well-informed. I didn't do it because she was on the Council, you know.

[And finally glowering at Finn again-] Shouldn't you be sitting back down? [She knows Clarke survives the landing. She doesn't know who else does or doesn't, or what her presence here already could be changing, or anything else. The least she can do is try not to let someone get killed in front of her because of some idiocy.]