We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





Fast Travel Thread Links

★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[skaikru]

If Disney survived the apocalypse is up for debate, but there's still probably stories akin to the good ol' Grimms Fairy Tales, or at least oral tradition folklore passed down through space locked generations. Probably enough for Clarke to know Rapunzel was a princess with long blonde hair, locked away until love persisted. It'd be easy to stretch her imagination and draw parallels between an imprisoned princess and a victim of human trafficking, but this isn't the place. She's too drunk to do it delicately or kindly, and what would it actually matter? Not every moment with a person has to be seen as an opportunity to plumb the depths of their personhood and gauge how much use their hurts could lend to her cause.

Nah, she'd offered to braid Ava's hair. And while maybe she'd meant at some point in the near future, there's also nothing wrong with right now.

"C'mon."

This time Clarke jostles the shoulder the woman's been leaning against for the better part of ten minutes, urging her up and fussing with both hands until Ava's turned her back enough that she's proper access to her hair. There's no comb nearby, and after a hot party environment, no way her hair's free of sweat. But Clarke's made the best of worst situations, and offers a few quiet shhhhh's to any of Ava's objections before working her fingers into the brunette locks at the root.

Shitfaced or not, she's done enough princess braids on herself throughout her life that it basically comes as second nature. A few tugs here, some finger combing here, gentle detangling with soft sorry's whispered under her breath if Clarke thinks she might be hurting Ava. And give her a good five to ten minutes, and a mysteriously produced hair tie, and the end result isn't horrible. Clarke's proud enough, at least, and hums in the back of her throat while fussing with a few fly away hairs she couldn't tame.