[ OPEN ] Hot Springs Episode!

[shri]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.

[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]

( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.

You are to be clean before you come in. )

[ Maybe you're here because she bullied you, maybe you want to soak - maybe you're the poor bastard that is standing guard at the door. Either way, welcome to the Suana, have fun. Or don't. ]

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[skaikru]

( a careful, considerate pause. that brand of bitter tastes familiar, although clarke's thought on her missing broodmates had been — sad. curious. they'd never met, she didn't have names to assign to the absent tug at the back of her conscious. it had been difficult to come to terms with, and learning to accept feeling lonely when surrounded by people would never be comfortable.

okay, pause over, back to disdain. )

( Then consider that one person. More will show up eventually. )

( probably?? )

[raw]

( I've considered him and decided I don't care. )

[ If it's disincentive for Hadrien to detangle their minds, to put up walls, then good. The sweetness of connection is dangerous. ]

( It would be cool if you could mind your own business. )

[skaikru]

( a brighter hue of distaste colors her thoughts, bleeding across the link with absolutely no attempt to stopper it. bright and bold, one last piercing look without the two of them making eye contact. there's a tangible moment of consideration, taking in the scope of what elliot allows of himself to be seen, teetering between defiantly pushing her agenda — perhaps even picking across rocks to confront him in person — and just walking away. but taking into account how well attempting to pry rust from his bottle had gone, going down this road again isn't exactly inviting.

she doesn't know this man well. they aren't so tethered together as to be unable to discern where one stopped and the other began. and in the scheme of picking her battles, clarke just doesn't care. (or does, but doesn't want to.) )

( Don't fall asleep and drown. )

( and the connection is severed with a purposeful amount of efficiency. an invented door slammed in her wake, i don't want to see this. )