[Aspects of this remind her of home, and in a weird way. And not her home, exactly—the home made by the grounders. They were always uneasy about technology, never wanting it close. Clarke had few opportunities to see any of the grounder villages, as they weren't typically the site of diplomatic discussions and arrangements. Naturally, she knows of their farms, as well as the damage Pike tried to bring to them. That was a prevalent part of things right before Lexa died. Right as Lexa died, for that matter.
Yet even so, the vegetables grown in hydroponic arenas are familiar for other reasons, for Monty Green-related reasons. That, too, draws her attention. It's not moonshine and revelry, with Clarke smiling and at ease. She's more withdrawn at this occasion, off to the side and in some shade, armed with her sketchbook. She's in the middle of drawing one of the dancers who's icing her ankle, down on the ground at a distance. If anyone draws close and is one of the Displaced, she'll look up, offering them a smile.]
It's pretty calm over here, if you'd like to join me.
b. we're going shrine hunting
[Partway through the festival, Clarke eventually leaves. She doesn't return home or head to the safehouse. Instead, she heads off on foot, sticking her sketchbook in a bag so that she can look for a specific thing: the shrines. She took a few images of the tattooed people with her neural implant, spoke to one of them, and then headed off.
Her first stop? A shrine she hit months ago, standing alongside Eugenides while they spoke about the existence of god. Or gods, as it may be. It's not far from the river, and there are parts of it still there. But the recent rain has washed it away, and it hasn't been set up anew.
Sometime later, she comes near the old safehouse location—the grocery store, that is, rather than the very, very first one. The shrines there seem to be actively cleaned out from what she can tell, pulled away.]
Huh. Apparently they got the memo.
[That they did is very concerning.]
c. wildcard
[Assume she does things like "eats food" and "watches dancers" at the festival, too! There's just a lot of sketching, too.]
clarke griffin | the 100 | ota
[Aspects of this remind her of home, and in a weird way. And not her home, exactly—the home made by the grounders. They were always uneasy about technology, never wanting it close. Clarke had few opportunities to see any of the grounder villages, as they weren't typically the site of diplomatic discussions and arrangements. Naturally, she knows of their farms, as well as the damage Pike tried to bring to them. That was a prevalent part of things right before Lexa died. Right as Lexa died, for that matter.
Yet even so, the vegetables grown in hydroponic arenas are familiar for other reasons, for Monty Green-related reasons. That, too, draws her attention. It's not moonshine and revelry, with Clarke smiling and at ease. She's more withdrawn at this occasion, off to the side and in some shade, armed with her sketchbook. She's in the middle of drawing one of the dancers who's icing her ankle, down on the ground at a distance. If anyone draws close and is one of the Displaced, she'll look up, offering them a smile.]
It's pretty calm over here, if you'd like to join me.
b. we're going shrine hunting
[Partway through the festival, Clarke eventually leaves. She doesn't return home or head to the safehouse. Instead, she heads off on foot, sticking her sketchbook in a bag so that she can look for a specific thing: the shrines. She took a few images of the tattooed people with her neural implant, spoke to one of them, and then headed off.
Her first stop? A shrine she hit months ago, standing alongside Eugenides while they spoke about the existence of god. Or gods, as it may be. It's not far from the river, and there are parts of it still there. But the recent rain has washed it away, and it hasn't been set up anew.
Sometime later, she comes near the old safehouse location—the grocery store, that is, rather than the very, very first one. The shrines there seem to be actively cleaned out from what she can tell, pulled away.]
Huh. Apparently they got the memo.
[That they did is very concerning.]
c. wildcard
[Assume she does things like "eats food" and "watches dancers" at the festival, too! There's just a lot of sketching, too.]