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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

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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.]