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[skaikru]

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

Comments

[skaikru]

( yanno, that doesn't really sound like something she can argue. but flipside, she's currently dealing with so many issues that simple arker kids had never imagined — complex grounder monarchy politics, hivemind a.i.'s, the demons of the third most recent genocide now lying motionless on the floor and fully bled out. interdimensional rifts just pushes the envelope on pure insanity. clarke has absolutely no idea what to make of that admission.

she blinks at him, vigorously shakes her head. raises the barrel of the gun a few inches and — more in line with her current concerns for their safety — asks: )

Are you chipped?

( behind her, raven frees jasper, jasper frees monty, monty frees harper. )

[neverleave]

[His eyes flick to the rising barrel and back to Clarke's face. He hopes she won't shoot him and waste a bullet - also she'll feel horrible when she remembers it later.

It takes him a moment to parse "chipped," then he remembers. It means controlled by the hivemind A.I.]

No. [But isn't that what any chipped person would say? How to even prove something like that...] I just got here.

[skaikru]

( monty and harper branch off; monty and jasper converge on octavia and bellamy with some fuss over the bloody gash emerson had carved across her collarbones to show he was serious. harper turns to bryan, who will in turn flood towards miller. shortly all her friends will be free and just as aware of the corpse of their would-be killer and the new face among them.

and clarke's doing some real, real quick mental math here. stranger or not, this boy had just saved their lives. there is no good way to tell who's been chipped or not until they start acting weird and other disciples of a.l.i.e. start converging on them. she owes him, she doesn't know him, and every gamble on a new ally could lead to dire outcomes if she'd ended up trusting the wrong gut instinct. just got here, but from where before?

emerson had known bellamy was hiding around a corner, but not this purple haired boy. the idea of a rift still makes no sense, but he'd slaughtered the last of the mountain men with efficiency and no secondary question. and given how quickly she thinks she'd seen him move, how strong he'd been, the fact he's not lashing out right now with a gun level to his stomach screams truthfulness. so maybe they'd not in additional danger right now, maybe... maybe it's okay.

maybe she'd just imagined the moment where his sclera had gone black and the ring of his irises shone like the sun. )

...thank you. ( her finger is still on the trigger, and through all the internal agonizing, clarke's still not entirely sure if she should shoot or let him go.

but from around the edge of the airlock, raven steps out, still coughing and limping stiffly on the leg that has a very visible brace on it. ) Who is this? ( she asks.

and that outward expectation that she have a good answer seems all that's necessary for clarke to make up her mind. she drops the line of sight and half turns towards raven. speaks with all the confidence she does not feel, but embodies well when saying: )

A friend.

( then natsuno's wholly ignored for a few seconds as clarke screeches out of defensiveness and into damage control. ) You okay?

Sure, ( raven says, sounding winded and actively fighting back more coughing. ) What's a little hypoxia?