JUNE EVENT: CAMP

[sailmods]

early on June 10th, Friday's morning announcements end with a request for everyone going on the latest excursion to meet her in the atrium. she seems in noticeably better spirits than she had been last time, and she leads them cheerfully to the tender. once they are all aboard, and the door is securely shut, the interior fills with gas, and, perhaps, their last thought before they slip into unconsciousness is "oh shit, not again."

passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?

or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:

 

 

 

 

 

CAMP AION

when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.

welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!

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[skaikru]

That's basically what it was. So there were these chips —

( and this is the point i tap out on summarizing the entire series. i'm tired, you've watched it, i'm linking this video again. but of course, in clarke's own narrative, there are certain points she hits on harder.

so they slayed the mountain, and then she ran away. lived in solitude for three months, trying to outpace the faces of the dead that haunted her dreams. and while the sky people flourished as best they could, and survivors from other stations that had broken off upon reentry of the atmosphere trickled into what became known as arkadia, the grounders put a bounty on the head of wanheda. the disgraced prince of the ice nation found her, dragged her to a dilapidated but magnificent city called polis and delivered her at lexa's feet.

she'd managed to get a knife to lexa's throat, but couldn't press the blade any deeper. i want your people to become my people wins her over, she swears fealty and turns bellamy blake and his rescue entourage away when they try to save her. life in polis is fraught with tension, no one else wants her there; some fear her, some just hate her. plenty still want to kill the entirety of skaikru and be done with it. forgiveness comes on the heels of lexa dropping to her knees and swearing an oath not all that different than the one clarke had sworn to her, and somewhere past absolution comes affection.

meanwhile — parts of the story she hadn't known then, but learned quickly enough — a.l.i.e. was passing out microchips, laying them on the tongues of followers with honeyed promises of a better life. former chancellor of the ark, thelonious jaha, acts as her right hand man and prophet. charles pike stirs the pot of fury he's brewed within arkadia, birthing violence and undoing months of hard work at establishing a peace. the queen of the ice nation is assassinated. a.l.i.e. moves past infiltrating offshoot grounder villages and makes her way to arkadia proper, she is god in a red dress and her influence grows until promises of salvation are sung in concert with hymns of violence for all those who resist her.

clarke's narration slows as she discusses the day she was to leave polis. if natsuno cares to parse out the metric of her speech, or watch the tight way her shoulders begin to curl and hunch protectively around her torso, he can probably expect what happens next. she'll gloss over falling into bed with lexa, spare them both the embarrassment of sex talk. but spares no detail on how she'd found john murphy chained and bloody in the commanders bed chamber just a few hours later; how titus had chased her around the room with a gun, and how lexa had walked through a door at the exact wrong moment. how she'd bled out on a bed of white furs, using her dying breaths still trying to protect clarke. offering her comfort, while pitch black blood seeped through clarke's fingers. don't be afraid. you'll be fine. (does this sound familiar yet, natsuno?)

the next commander will protect you.

i don't want the next commander. i want you. )

...I loved her. I got her killed. Titus pulled the trigger, but it was me.

( sorry, did you think we'd moved passed the utter mountain of self loathing and penchant for self flagellation already? only these aren't entirely clarke's own words. at least this time she doesn't linger too long on the topic, the wound is too raw. she also doesn't explain much about the flame — it's back on the boat now, tucked in it's small rusted mint container for safe keeping. and clarke misses being able to slide back the lid of the tin and just staring at it.

anyway, moving on: )