[No matter how much Clarke has grown up and acclimated to this world, there's still a bit of that rigidity to how she carries herself. Someone can take the girl out of the apocalypse, but not the apocalyptic uptightness out of the girl. Or however it goes.
"Soon" is around a half hour, maybe more. It's not that Clarke means to keep him waiting. It's that Clarke has a life here, too many responsibilities (all laid on herself by herself, because that's the Clarke Griffin Way™. She does grab Murphy some food along the way: something basic and leafy, but more tasty than algae. Because things like leaves can have taste, especially in this leaf abundant world (New Amsterdam in particular is in the middle of Too Much Growth).
She strides in and finds him, and sets the salad at his side. It's inside of a cloth tote bag, and within, the salad is in within a reusable piece of tupperware. All things that Clarke has on her, all things that she made sure to have on hand.]
The first few days here are hard on our stomachs. I thought this would help. [In addition to flavorful leafy greens, there are also bits of broccoli, carrots, and tomatoes. She skipped onions—they can be hard on the digestive track—but otherwise? A good salad for people who aren't looking for junk food. (There isn't any dressing because: see "can be hard on the stomach.")
Otherwise, we're obviously due for a talk.
[Otherwise, indeed. Clarke is still Clarke. Shorter hair–at least in comparison to what she had before Praimfiya 2.0–and a leather jacket (the same one she wears after the timejump, covered in can tops all over the back). She drops into a seat on a cot across from Murphy, hands set at her sides.]
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I'll be there soon.
[No matter how much Clarke has grown up and acclimated to this world, there's still a bit of that rigidity to how she carries herself. Someone can take the girl out of the apocalypse, but not the apocalyptic uptightness out of the girl. Or however it goes.
"Soon" is around a half hour, maybe more. It's not that Clarke means to keep him waiting. It's that Clarke has a life here, too many responsibilities (all laid on herself by herself, because that's the Clarke Griffin Way™. She does grab Murphy some food along the way: something basic and leafy, but more tasty than algae. Because things like leaves can have taste, especially in this leaf abundant world (New Amsterdam in particular is in the middle of Too Much Growth).
She strides in and finds him, and sets the salad at his side. It's inside of a cloth tote bag, and within, the salad is in within a reusable piece of tupperware. All things that Clarke has on her, all things that she made sure to have on hand.]
The first few days here are hard on our stomachs. I thought this would help. [In addition to flavorful leafy greens, there are also bits of broccoli, carrots, and tomatoes. She skipped onions—they can be hard on the digestive track—but otherwise? A good salad for people who aren't looking for junk food. (There isn't any dressing because: see "can be hard on the stomach.")
Otherwise, we're obviously due for a talk.
[Otherwise, indeed. Clarke is still Clarke. Shorter hair–at least in comparison to what she had before Praimfiya 2.0–and a leather jacket (the same one she wears after the timejump, covered in can tops all over the back). She drops into a seat on a cot across from Murphy, hands set at her sides.]