clarke "no chill" griffin (
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i tried ( memshare event )
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 frombody 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
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
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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all the books inside the glass case are relatively young — 100, to 120 years old at most — and the vacuum seal is entirely for show. for preservation, for remembrance of the original grounders who brought them on board. but they are also a thing that's been locked away for her entire life, and as palamedes touches the spine of the book clarke's been staring at, on and off, for about a month... amazement, curiosity, excitement, and reverence play all over her face. this version of clarke hasn't had the time to develop pronounced forehead lines over the smallest crisis, she's a relative blank slate with a lot of questions bubbling beneath the surface. )
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Let’s see here…do you want to know about popular gardening trends in 2034?
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She wants to see pictures of the farm animals, ( wells offers up in the background. for all his flighty, resistant body language, now that the book is out of the case and open he's stepped closer to peer at the pages. and do that best-friend thing where ya swoop in for an assist and just end up embarrassing your best buddy. )
So she can draw them.
It sounds silly when you say it like that, ( clarke hisses under her breath, a failed stage whisper. )
It sounds silly when you say it at all. We have pictures on the school tablets —
That's a screen, this is paper. It's different.
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[He begins to page through the book, not yet realizing that he has used Clarke’s name before she had actually introduced himself. Pausing on a page with a photograph of some truly adorable baby chickens, he pauses.] Ah, here we are. [He looks up at the boy and smiles.] Would you like to see as well?
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grins so brightly, with that untouched childlike enthusiasm for the small things. then does that behind-the-teeth-squeal of little kids who are so excited that it feels like their entire body is vibrating. even bounces a few times on the balls of her feet before remembering she has a very important job to do here and stills herself.
but can't entirely refocus. )
They look so fluffy, ( clarke hisses at wells under her breath. )
They are so fluffy, ( he hisses back, soaking up her delight like a sponge and getting a little giddy himself. ) They look like, like, you know the —
Like those big balls of lint you see down in the laundry.
Yes! Just like that!
I bet you'd have a sneezing fit if you ever held a baby chicken, too.
Hey!
( there's that easy shorthand and familiarity that comes with a lifelong friendship, to the point where you can finish each others sentences without second thought. both these kids are somewhat in their own world on board the ark — the children of high ranking council members, privileged by apocalypse standards but a little isolated — and that world was just made a little bit larger by a picture of chicks.
then she asks palamedes, with all the firm confidence of a child who recently learned something in class and wants to share it with everyone around them: )
Did you know, back on Earth, if you ate a whole chicken, you'd be getting approximately 165 grams of protein?
( wells follows up with a solid nod. ) They were a very common source of nutrition in the old world.
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...I didn’t know that. [That isn’t something Palamedes Sextus can say very often, but he has never had a reason to research protein values of long-extinct domesticated avian.]
That would be quite a bit of protein. You probably wouldn’t want to eat it all in one go. [A sly smile.] Shall we see what else is in here?
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( but clarke's on the ball, and tears her eyes off the picture of chicks to look up at palamedes with bright eyes. excited, full of anticipation, still not entirely recovered from having her little kid mind absolutely blown away. but still a tad shy when she asks him to find: )
Suuuuunflowers? Or — or — a house. Animal house. A barn, I mean.
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He carefully turns the pages, which mostly show weather forecasts and predictions regarding the most popular sort of apple for the coming year, until he pauses on the perfect picture.] Well, would you look at that. Two for one.
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the chicks had been great, but these sunflowers? these sunflowers?
they dropkick caution and decorum to the wind. where she'd patiently stood off to the side and held the edges of the pages as instructed, now she crowds in. little fingers stained around the edges with graphite and charcoal press fingerprints against the picture, and clarke's mapping the edges of sunflower petals like she could commit them to memory just from this. like she can imagine what they feel like; soft and pliant, suntouched and warm in midsummer air.
off to the side, wells is a little more reformed. he watches his best friend do her thing, and watches palamedes watch her. he could absolutely eat a whole chicken, but the beginning flickers of confusion are sparking in the depths of his dark brown eyes. )
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Off to the side, Wells remains wary, looking far too serious for a child of his age. Pal offers him a smile.] Is there anything you would like to see?
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( wells is particularly serious. not to the point of having divested the last shreds of childlike wonder — he'd enjoyed this book viewing, just not as much as clarke — but he's watched his father act as chancellor from the entirety of his life, casually groomed to one day run for the position himself. he's developed a keen eye.
...while still possessing that childlike capacity for bluntness. )
What station are you from?
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Hydra Station. And what about the two of you?
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but he doesn't ask any more questions yet.
and clarke happily butts in, because palamedes' had asked a question and she was nothing if not a teachers pet in those early years. )
Alpha Station! ( there's no hint in her tone about the class disparities between stations, nor really any notion in her head that her housing quarters denoted her as one of the privileged. there's also no vanity, because she doesn't expect him to know who they are. but does kinda expect he'd have heard of their parents, because they do important work, and thus a trickle of pride seeps into her voice. )
My mom's Chief Medical Officer, and my daddy's the Senior Environmental Engineer. So they need to be close to the Go-Sci ring, you know?
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With care, Palamedes closes the book. Eventually, someone will come in here, assuming Wells doesn’t grow suspicious enough to find an adult who actually belongs here. As much as he hates to leave them, he needs to extricate himself.]
That’s all the time I have, I’m afraid. Do you have the material you need for your drawings?
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but not entirely put out, because she'd gotten to see sunflowers and a barn, and — )
Yeah, I have charcole and ( with the pride akin to someone from the sixth proclaiming they have a piece of real paper all to themselves ) — a whole pencil.
It's like half of a pencil. ( wells on the other hand seems a bit relieved this is over, and is looking over his shoulder at the entrance door like he echoes pal's thoughts. but still finds time to playfully chide his best friend.
and it works to snap her out of the mini depression that storytime is over, as clarke whips her head around and raises a hand to her mouth — like that at all hides the fact she's sticking her tongue out from pal. ) A pencil's a pencil, it counts.
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[Palamedes rocks from foot to foot, struck by the uncharacteristic desire to pull Clarke and her friend into a tight hug. But he isn’t used to such displays of affection in the best of circumstances, and he can’t imagine that such a gesture would go over well here and now. Instead, finally, he returns the book to its plinth and sets the glass covering back in place.]
Well, this has been an absolutely fascinating diversion. [A pause, looking at each of them in turn.] Be well, children.
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clarke, pouting. ) Aw...
( but neither put up much of a fight if and when pal turns to leave. wells does not jump down his throat asking questions about water compressors or the purification process, clarke doesn't cry and beg for one more book. but she does lift one hand to give a small wave, before her best friend grabs the other and tugs insistently. he can probably hear them whispering — )
We gotta go before someone else comes along.
I — I know. But that guy... ( ...huh. ) What did he say his name was?
( just out of the rooms opening archway, a rift will reopen for palamedes to exit through. actually really well timed this time, not everyone this month gets so lucky