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i'm running low on serotonin ( july catchall, ota )
Who: clarke griffin + you
When: all of july
Where: throughout the ship
Summary: fitness, reading trashy fiction, unfortunate lies & even less fortunate truths, murderboarding, angst, sigil shenanigans, and more!
Warnings: blood probably. perpetual cw: the 100. will update as necessary
i. early to mid-month out and abouts ( all over )
ii. early to mid-month curse shenanigans ( wherever you want )
iii. mid- to late month ( mostly cabin 108, maybe skulking about )
iv. late to end of month ( all over again )
v. i wildcard
When: all of july
Where: throughout the ship
Summary: fitness, reading trashy fiction, unfortunate lies & even less fortunate truths, murderboarding, angst, sigil shenanigans, and more!
Warnings: blood probably. perpetual cw: the 100. will update as necessary
i. early to mid-month out and abouts ( all over )
( this is to be the month of self growth. sure, clarke still inevitably hunches her shoulders to brace against whatever new curve ball may be thrown their way. she half expects the rain to turn from water to acid at a moments notice, or this to be the lead up to another monstrous storm sent their way from a god less reasonable than pirate jenny. she is constantly, perpetually waiting for all the food onboard the ship to disappear, or else the faucets to stop working. if the air circulating throughout the ship suddenly turned noxious and they all fell to their knees choking on their own blood, she wouldn't really be surprised. and if someone snapped and went on a killing rampage, well. that'd actually make the most sense, being most in line with the captain's insistence he needn't do much to worsen their circumstances — they'd inevitably do it for him.
but she can't just sit still in the bowels of her cabin, occasionally chat with ruby, and just wait. so, begrudgingly — because this feels a lot like accepting that this is her life now — she sets about a routine. all for the benefit of the fight, but still seemingly banal. from july 1st - 14th, you can find clarke a number of places.
up on the sports deck, running laps to the point of exhaustion in the pouring rain. also in any given stairwell, bolting between levels of the ship (and potentially eating shit on a descent, gravity and momentum don't mix well). otherwise, in the gym absolutely failing at pull-ups, but stubbornly reaching up to grasp the bar again and again and again until her hands blister. likewise, if you're anywhere around publicly practicing martial arts, hand to hand, or close quarter weapon combat, congrats, you've got an audience now. clarke will stop virtually whatever she's doing to very obviously stare for a few moments — curiosity mixing with some sort of envy, but then folding back in on itself to become dread. that was a skill she'd never learned, always relying on environmental factors to get a leg up, or guns. and the more time they spend on this ship, the more people who show up, the more trials they're put through, the more it feels like at some point she will have to learn.
at the same time but on the opposite end of fitness, catch her reading a bunch. self prescribed homework after they've caught on to the captain's unoriginality and reliance on old world books and movies. she'll be spending a lot of time in the library, tucked away at a table with a whole stack of random fiction genres in front of her, one book splayed open with her right hand in the crease, and a stack of paper and pens at her left hand to take notes on. most notably she's probably reading some science fiction, high fantasy, or a classic like an off-brand version of the box car children.
the library surroundings get a bit suffocating after a while, so she may curl up on a couch in the lobby to read the rough equivalent of flowers for algernon, or else laying on her belly across the stage of bellona theatre to deadeye at the disjointedly written, all too real apocalyptic horror of the road. and of course, no meal is complete without a cup of orange juice and flowers in the attic.
there really aren't words to describe how much she hates this portion of the research.
more towards the middle of the month, there may be an occasional sketch break — phone open to sneakily taken pictures, and painfully recreating the sigils she'd broken into ebalon's room to rifle through. this is more a secretive indulgence, clarke most likely posts up in tauva or else some back corner of playback thinking no one she knows incredibly well will come looking for her there. if stumbled upon, she's quick to slip the notebook closed. no poker for her, she's underaged, but this poker face though... at least n=in this venture she's probably so invested she's forgotten to eat or drink for two or more hours, and can lie of her own accord. )
ii. early to mid-month curse shenanigans ( wherever you want )
( there's a distinct lack of bloodshed and no sign up sheet for another expedition, but it's still apparent from pretty early on that something's wrong. it literally took one conversation where she'd let wanheda slip through her teeth to someone she'd really rather not have mentioned it to yet for clarke to try to guard her tongue. not that it does any good, she's not figured out the connection to water and, yanno, humans sorta need water to survive. sometimes in the depths of study, she might have forgotten to eat or drink for a while and thus speaks unimpeded, but working out in the rain is still a daily occurrence. freely accessible clean ("clean") drinking water along with the varieties of tea, soda, and juice the ship has to offer has been one of the few things clarke's enjoyed taking advantage of after coming from a resource bleak world. and showers — oh god, she's come to love showers — are novel and thoroughly enjoyed. so let's open up the lines to chaos and some unwilling truths or ridiculous lies falling from her lips before she ever realizes.
some ice breaker truth options:
a. you may ask "hey clarke, how you doing?" and be answered in turn with blunt honesty —) Awfully, actually.
( b. or cheerily greet her with "what's new?" ) I really miss my mom.
( or c. "hey, you doing okay?" ) No, I could really use a hug.
( and for d., lies — specify and hit up this prompt to get a specifically tailored fabrication. )
iii. mid- to late month ( mostly cabin 108, maybe skulking about )
( and as brute honesty usually does, it gets to be too much. overwhelming, leaving her feeling too vulnerable in the face of too many unknowns. going into each new conversation feels like rolling the dice as to if she's going to ruin a relationship without a filter to gentle her thoughts, or else a game of poker where each hand lost could lead to someone she'd really rather not knowing her weaknesses.
...the lies don't bother her nearly as much. they're just inconvenient, and occasionally embarrassing.
so for a few days between july 15th and 19th, she sequesters herself in her own room. maybe occasionally harassed by someone who cares to come check on her, usually trying to communicate in person with hand gestures and silent shakes of the head, but that tactic is eventually ruined with word vomit no matter how hard she tries. so there's a lot of social hedging here, a little clarke griffin leave of absence except for when she emerges to gather food, or occasionally run the circumference of the sports deck around four am.
but solitude isn't necessarily a bad thing. it's here that she makes the connection between water exposure and the curse enacting. can parse out that it's a coin flip if one was forced to give whole truths or compelled to lie regardless of how small the lie would be. and it's here that she wonders if it could be... weaponized. )
iv. late to end of month ( all over again )
( and thus the game becomes to avoid water while also confirming her hypothesis and testing the boundaries of this curse.
so, end of the month you'll find a rather rumpled, un-showered clarke griffin prowling around the ship again, spray bottle in hand and ready to piss a few people off in the name of answers. she had just been saying how convenient it would be to know everything about a person, the same way friday gets snippets and the captain seemingly knows all when he cares to remember. and, well. here's the chance, right? people are about to get misted in the face with tap water for the greater good.
it's a simple set up. anyone, regardless of if she knows them already or not, will get approached and asked — ) Hey, what's your name?
( and after receiving an answer, surprise squirt squirt to the face. congradulations, you're wet now and again being asked — ) What's your name? ( — so she can gauge if you're telling the truth or a lie. (this isn't an infallible plan; someone could lie the first time, get hit with the truth portion and give a completely different answer the second time, and she'd probably write them off as being cursed to lie. but the kinks can't be worked out in one day. it's still at least a start.)
liars are dismissed, usually without apology.
but those detected to be truthers... again, there's choose your own adventure style options.
a. ) What are you?
( b. ) What have you lived through?
( c. ) How many people have you killed?
( d. ) If you were told to kill people here, would you do it?
( near the end of the month, and i mean like the VERY end of the month, july 29th and onward, she'll figure out showering is still an option provided you wait an hour after. usually does it right before going to sleep so like, if you throw pudding at her, she's rocking that shit in her hair until the next day but is at least mostly clean.
but it's just more of the above, only this time she looks a little less a mess. she has new questions, though. )
( e. ) What's more important to you, immortality or morality?
( f. ) Have you ever been to war?
( g. ) What's the worst thing you've ever done?
v. i wildcard
( y'all know me, easy peasy lemon squeezy. hit me with something not listed here, tweak my starters a bit to suit your needs, or hit me up atinb4circlejerk to plot or ask questions. combine i & ii prompts at will. this post will also be used throughout the month to start closed threads, but all these prompts above are ota. )
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but the wind does observe her; she is very much a person of interest and the wind would linger around her on occasion before disappearing. and then a text comes in maybe after she questions her latest victim. ]
Claaarke!
Having fun watering people and harvesting truths? You sure are enterprising!
Maybe we could fill out questionnaires. Actually those many questions could be like the icebreaker party all over again but with less stickers.
Any interesting answers? Or could I have a sticker if I do?
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Are you... watching me?
( because that's weird. maybe an unwritten rule of having a newfound god but color her religiously stupid to have expected privacy unless she invoked his name in prayer. )
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You're not being amazingly stealthy in questioning people you know?
Also
Would it be going too far to ask
Have you bathed recently?
[ just. asking.
the wind could pick up on scents and even apocalypse survivors with distrust of truth and lies should shower...! ]
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( main takeaway, the wind's a bit of a creep. and the threat of surveillance is a mainline feed to self consciousness — does she need to watch what she says now? — that's subsequently thrown into a full on complex at that follow up question. )
It is going to far.
( she's also decently dehydrated, gravel voiced with thirst after 12+ hours since last caving to base human need and greedily downing bottle after bottle of water until she felt on the verge of throwing up. but... yeah, alright, a valid question. )
We know this... whatever it is, is triggered by water, right? And most of us can't survive without at least drinking water, but that's no reason to further expose ourselves other than meeting the base necessities to stay alive. Less of a reason, if I'm trying to remain impartial and objective when asking people questions.
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Does keeping yourself decently clean not count as a necessity?
Even if not, you'd surely feel better if you did. You know, at times even I would use the rain as an impromptu shower when I didn't have enough money to buy a room at an inn for the night. [ cleanliness is next to godliness and all. and, all right, maybe he'd spend all his money on wine instead of a room but still. ]
Or you really don't want to risk it that much? Being victim to truth or lie again.
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whatever. if he doesn't mention it, neither will she. as for these queries of his, why not both? )
That'd be nice if the rain wasn't part of the problem here. And you're forgetting the kind of world I come from, Venti. I grew up on water and oxygen rations. And on the ground, there were creatures in the lakes and rivers. Showers weren't always an option, but at least here I'm not covered in mud and blood.
And yeah, I don't want to spill my guts outside of familiar company. ( or at all. filthy hypocrite that she is, demanding as much from strangers with the nozzle of a spray bottle trained on them like a gun. )
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he's definitely picked up on that hypocrisy though, from a fellow hypocrite to another. ] And yet you're asking others to give up their own truths or even secrets. [ not exactly judging, because he's that stupid special god who rarely ever cast judgment except maybe when it came to literal slaveowners. but maybe judging a little. ]
Gathering info is a fine thing but is there something you're so dying to know about others?
Anyway I still think you'd feel better if you could shower, I know the feeling of going without [ #hobolife, ] but of course I'd rather be fresh and cute.
I'm sure so do you~
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venti please. her anime style stress symbol appearing over her temple. )
I quite literally
could not care less about being cute.
I just want to know who's most likely to kill people next time we're pitted against each other like starving animals.
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Ah
That's fair I suppose [ considering they were talking about taking action against people if they found themselves in another killing situation. well all right, that sobers him a little. ]
And did you? Find anyone that likely, that risky.
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As of right now, I've found an assassin with a kill count to rival mine, and a man willing to kill us all for creature comforts and crab legs.
( and yanno what, she likes both of these people. emphasizes more with sharky, maybe, them both coming from similar irradiated wastelands; the main difference is she'd been born in one and he'd apparently had to adapt. )
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Making friends and influencing people I see
You sure are working hard 🎵 but I imagine an assassin is worth some concern
Maybe they’d win the next killing game! I sure hope a professional killer could be so kind as to kill mercifully ✨ [ can he be serious?… under duress. ]
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There's plenty of other people to worry about other than Ava Starr.
( she hasn't managed to corner everyone yet, ya see. )
What about you? Has anyone let anything slip in conversation that you think's worth noting?
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Not quite 'slip' but I wonder...
I'm not very organized but when it comes to people who are willing to hurt others in an excursion or some killing game, the first place to look is probably that very first battle royale. Several of us had killed in self-defense or revenge, including myself. Out of those killers I feel the most threatening would be
- Maximilien, who admitted he participated in the game entirely because he could, and that it's entertaining.
- Jinx, who wants to play in these games to prove herself to the Captain. [ and to get close to him and assassinate him apparently, but hmm he's still not entirely sure if it's a good idea to say that even over DM, not that he's really paranoid that the captain would tap into conversations. ]
Rafaela did kill quite a lot but even so, I could tell that she wasn't trying to be cruel or sadistic about it. And I haven't seen her around lately, I wonder if she's disappeared? Ebalon was more sadistic but strangely enough he seems to be sincere in wanting to peacekeep. Who can say whether he really means it but it'd be nice to believe it's true, hm?
[ yeah. who knows. but he does want to trryyyyy to trust even if he totally doesn't at the same time but maybe everyone deserves one chance. if mizuki lives then that probably goes a long way in keeping ebalon pacifistic, but there's no guarantee that anyone could live so, how questionable can this be... ]
I can't say I have a decent idea of how willing our newcomers are to kill, but I haven't been asking the hard questions like you have!
So I suppose the biggest threats to 'cooperation' that I know would be these two.
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but end of the day, yeah. ebalon, jinx, max and la pluma — whom clarke hadn't known was missing, having been set on avoiding the woman like the plague; can't say she's mourning her absence too much now that it's been brought to her attention — are all the most prevalent agents of chaos. if this conversation were in person (or if he's still watching like a creep), he'd get to see her ready agreement with a decisive nod at each. )
I'd add another name to the list: J. Seed.
( she means deputy pratt but like. they didn't exactly get to introductions so, just going off the name on his gore streaked army jacket. )
He claims to want to cull the weak, or something like that. But he's not that strong either, so I'm sure he could be dealt with. Restrained, at least.
There's so many newcomers these days, it's hard to keep track of them all...
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but yes, he is the type to want to give peace and even criminals and worse a second chance. reluctantly, in the case of some people, but even so... anyway he knows now she's also a softie who want to save everyone too so who's talking??? ]
We really get did quite an inflow of newbies it's true!
At the very least they came in during
Well, these truths and lies are rather inconvenient but at least it's not a battle royale.
Did you happen to receive the warning that next month may be more dangerous than this?
Perhaps we should prepare somehow? Probably, concerning these potential killers too.
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Yeah, Natsuno told me. Teeth and everything.
Preparing isn't an awful idea. We don't know exactly what we're prepping for but. What are you suggesting? Physical fitness? Combat training?
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I’m a musician, not a fighter! I could offer help with archery but other than that I would rather take a nap!
Sorry 🫢
I might think about it more but at the very least it would be a good idea to talk to these people and I suppose
Warn them? Whatever may happen, I assume we’ll be prompted to try to hurt or kill each other again. Whether we have enough conviction and trust not to relies on us. [ it’d sure be nice if they could rely on each other to die together rather than attack each other but even he isn’t that level of idealist. ]
But peace needs to be protected, I’m sure you understand.
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I would take you up on archery lessons.
( just would, though. you know, the unspecified no contact order they'd seemingly agreed to put in place. )
Think about it if you have to, but we're not exactly flush with time to organize so. Think quickly.
A tangible peace hasn't even been established yet, Venti. You can't protect something that doesn't exist.
( the easiest translation being: clarke's thinking about protecting people. a select group first and foremost, as a whole secondly. )
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Anyway let's just call it a hypothetical peace then. [ one that, if he were to be really honest maybe under influence of water, he's not very convinced will last or even exist in the next month. how's that for idealism? ]
I'll see what I can do but in the meantime
Hmm
How to put this
Shall we talk religion if your faith hasn't wavered yet?
[ texting the new proselytizing. ]
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Oh.
I'm still parsing out my reason, but my conviction isn't faltering. What's on your mind?
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So if you'd like to believe in me then it may be for a different reason than power. Not to say that it won't empower me, it may at least a little and every little bit may help if we're in a dangerous situation.
That, and we know that the captain is pursuing godhood. Fear in him may well be as potent as faith. The fact that nobody surely is worshiping him, that he doesn't seem to want worship but does our pain and suffering, might be significant.
[ so there's the more practical reasons for faith--if not crossed out, it couldn't quite be a focus. even as novel and potent as it felt, her yearning for power. ]
You may still pray to me for power, but I can't bless as I used to and I wasn't very in the habit of doing so anyway.
You don't necessarily need to know what your reason is or have one right now, but it was always my hope that those giving faith to me would grow faith in themselves and the world and set themselves free.
I would so rarely appear to them, some wondered if I was even alive or existed.
So prayer to me would be more one-sided than it would be to my colleagues. A wish from you to me may go unanswered back in my world but here I would listen and support you how I can, like I had told you.
You could pray, or sing, or confess to me. I would hear you, again, I would absolve you.
[ and... of course after that first taste of her faith, he had pushed her back to bed. he doesn't make a habit of that, honest. let's sure as hell not offer that anymore. ]
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I'm willing and ready to throw my weight behind whatever sliver of power and strength you can eek out here. I absolutely believe we're going to need it in the end, no matter what that ending might look like.
( and objectively, besides the soul-searching that'll inevitably start keeping her up at night, how much does this side tangent into faith, learning prayer and worship detract from the other angles she's pursuing? it feels entirely possible to set aside an hour to pray to barbatos and then jump headlong into an hour of practicing drawing the sigils she'd stolen from ebalon's room, then into even another hour of reading trashy fiction from the library in hopes of getting a leg up on the next excursion theme. and why stop there? devote another hour to running the track on the sports deck, then seek out darcy for however it takes for one of them to call uncle in hand to hand self defense lessons.
just because plumbing the depths of her soul might prove to be the most emotionally taxing endeavor doesn't mean it's the only plot clarke griffin has in the works. there's a lot of time in the day when you barely sleep. )
After these last few weeks, I'm so tired of confessionals, Venti. And I don't want absolution. ( it hurts. i do not deserve it, and god could not convince me otherwise. if nothing else comes from her staunch efforts to remain dehydrated and unshowered, at least there's this outright lie of her own volition. it feels a lot like self preservation, bricking up the cracks in that emotional wall he's managed to slip through like a whisp of wind. putting some artificial distance between them, decidedly ignoring how she'd last cried while he'd been braced above her. ) )
But unlike the bulk of your people back home, I know you exist. I wouldn't pray to you out of some lacking, antiquated sense of obligation. I'd do it because I know you're as real as I am.
And you've promised me your Wind's Ode. And wings, if I ever needed them. And to come if I called you in my darkest hour. ( if you really meant that — ) I'd call those blessings.
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also girl get some sleep ffs... he could hazard a guess that she isn't being entirely truthful but who among them would be so forthcoming with truths unless literally cursed? it's so fun, what he'd told her might be more vulnerable than a wound.
... but it's nice that she's so convinced. even this much sends a small warmth in his chest, the strength of will of belief. ]
I do mean it.
I suppose
I simply wish I could do more [ ... that's probably more vulnerable and truthful than he'd mean, again. he deletes that last sentence. it's sure tough being weak as a deity or even ex-deity. ]
Then if you'd like to get started
How about finding a spot to pray, rather than the lobby if you're still there?
Of course worship can be done anywhere if you mean for it to be brief, even just thinking of me for a spell or a wish. However it's nice to do so somewhere comfortable or
Well, at a holy site. I had a church and a statue of me at a plaza, but of course there's nothing like that on this ship.
I don't want for believers to feel pressured into rigid practices or structure for religion, you know that I value freedom above everything. However it can be comforting to have a habit or ritual and to do this somewhere you might feel safe and willing to worship, wherever such a place might be for you.
You can pray wherever you'd like, but somewhere the wind may hear would bring your words that much directly to me.
It's not necessary, but it may also help to have an idol or token of me for you to pray to.
Would you like me to give you one?
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"if you're still there", and it takes an innumerable amount of restraint not to respond with aren't you watching me?
but he presses on in a series of text, and sass falls by the wayside in the name of function. she's learning gradually, to parse through whatever venti says and deglove the flowery language from the conversation. the instructions are clear: find a spot, make it a habit, incorporate wind.
got it. )
The forward.
( the leading most part of the ship, where the tip of the serena eterna's prow set their heading. where it felt like the bulk of the ship split the air around it, and send the fiercest of breezes spilling around either side of the ship. almost a vortex of air, where it felt impossible to breath as inertia ripped air from the lungs, but also invigorating to feel the whip of wind across her face like a slap. also there's a post of a railing there, where she could take a knife and whittle whatever symbolism was required to enhance this particular sort of prayer. maybe wet it with her own blood, as clarke inevitably sinks deeper and deeper into the idea of sigil magic and the added proponent of blood.
and as for a token: )
Yes please.
Can it be small, something I can wear on a cord around my neck?
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[ he'd given jinx his vision, given mizuki his cecilia flower... well he doesn't exactly think of himself in danger of giving too much away. maybe if he were a rainbow fish he would indeed offer all his scales. maybe if he were low-effort about it he could gift a wineglass he'd drank from, it would be a holy grail. there are zealots (or maybe one) back in his homeworld who would collect counterfeit bottles of his very breath--but then again, he'd given that to her for free. as it is, after a few minutes-- ]
It'll be in the elevator when you open it on your way up to the topmost deck.
[ and true to his word, if/when she chooses to use the elevator to go up, there would be a small golden pin on the floor, shaped like a pinwheel or similar to an aster from his homeland, small to fit in the palm of a hand. he normally wears it near his hip but would now offer it to her; it could probably be affixed to a chain to wear as a pendant, or simply held as a relic during worship. ]
Consider this a relic. This, the shape of a flower from my country that adores the wind, that would turn in the breeze of favor and my favor will shine upon you.
[ whether she carries it or not, but relics, shintai, holy items are as tangible blessings from deity to follower. this would carry his wish for freedom, his favor--and perhaps fondness. ]
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