Six years. And then a very long nap. I wouldn't worry about the nap part. (No, it wasn't a coma.)
[She won't tell most people about that complication, not unless they ask. But someone close to Fitz? They might be able to guess why a nap might come in without being too puzzled or worried.]
[Of course, Clarke is the type to make it so that she has earned her wine with her antics. This time? It's only marginally her fault. Sort of. Some of it. Look, Clarke Does Things.]
[ bobbi isn't exactly the type not to make it so she deserves the wine with any antics. she's not good at sitting still, at not being where the action is.
she's been hiding that part of herself here for the most part, but it's getting harder and harder to do. ]
of course we are
[ clarke said she'd bring the wine, so bobbi makes sure that there's some food in the house before she leaves for work. hours later, she's back - probably just in time before clarke gets there. ]
[Clarke's new to wine drinking, or drinking anything that isn't moonshine, so she ends up having to do some research and ask for help. If only she hadn't alienated Gabyâthe Morningstar person, not the spy from another world (so to speak)âbecause she could've asked for help. Alas. Clarke has to deal with the bed she always makes for herself.
She ends up showing up a solid ten minutes after Bobbi gets home. Both of the bottles in her totes are reds, and on the cheaper side. She did just quit her job. It's going to be a while before she's back up on her feet again. She buzzes in from outside, waiting for the permissions given to her implant to let her in.]
[ it doesn't take long at all for clarke to get the permission, for bobbi to let her in. there's a variety of noodle dishes in take-out containers on the sidetable by the couch, filling the air with steam and mouth-watering smells. ]
Hey, you.
[ bobbi smiles, lifting an arm and pulling clarke into a half-hug before gesturing toward the couch. ]
[Clarke leans into the hugânot for any reason other than the fact that she's glad she's back with these friends. She told Prompto how disorienting it was to know that she hadn't remembered her people here. It's been an adjustment, especially given the aspect of it where she's felt somewhat powerless.]
You got us dinner. ... That's probably a good idea. Did you know they don't have noodles in the post-apocalyptic landscape? [A joke. A bit dry, but she manages it. Clarke is doing ... better. In a number of ways.]
[ bobbi wishes she knew with certainty that people who disappear here go back to their own worlds, that the absence of those here from their own worlds has no impact on timelines, that they'll go back eventually to the same point in time instead of being missing for ages.
she wishes she knew, but she doesn't.
what she knows is that they're here, that they need to make the best of it, that she's glad clarke is all right, hugging back. ]
No noodles? Sounds uncivilised.
[ if clarke can joke, bobbi will take up that tone and do the same. ]
Not dinner, no. I was going to suggest we order something. You cut ahead of the line there. [That's one of the conveniences to being here: having food readily available. That's also one of the conveniences of Sanctum, but her people weren't welcome. Clarke was only welcome because Russell and Simone had set their sights on her, hoping to turn her into their daughter. Which, of course, they succeeded.]
I spent most of today trying to figure out how to make money. I agreed to a nicer apartment with my roommate, but ... well, I'll explain the rest once we break open the wine. [She grabs the bottle. In the future, the stopper isn't made out of wood, and therefore is easily removed by hand. It's not a twist top, instead offering the same treatment as a cork without including wood in an unwanted place.
With the wine open, she sets it down, letting it air out. That's what someone's meant to do, right? That's what she's learned, anyway.]
[ in some way, it's removing the choice — if they'd ordered, clarke would have gotten to choose her own meal. now, she'll have to eat whatever bobbi got her. bobbi would like to think that she's got decent taste in food and some idea of what clarke likes, but still.
while clarke deals with opening the bottle, bobbi wanders into the kitchen to get some glasses for them. ]
Not yet. I'm debating seeing if I can start with some hands on training for medical work. That's a part of the schooling, but anything that could get me working and helpingâespecially since I assume the city still needs as much help as it can get.
[Clarke doesn't know for certain, but having someone else who can take measurements and get things set up would be a boon. But then, she's used to limited medical personnel.]
I might see if PRESERVE has a program with that. I've been taking classes to finish my medical training, but it'll still be a while.
Of course. And if you need any helpâhonestly, it's too bad that we can't just cook up a lab for ourselves and work out of that. Training could go slower and I wouldn't be stressed about it.
[They could really use a proper lab right about now.]
if bobbi didn't feel the need to keep pretending at being a biologist first and foremost, instead of it being her third or maybe fourth priority.
but she chose this path and this cover for a reason and she can't deny that it's put her in a position where she can do good, even if it's not in her preferred way. ]
[Clarke thinks about Gabriel's labs in the woods. While he undoubtedly stole away with a lot of technology to get there, he still was able to accomplish it.
Why can't they do something like that?]
... Do you think we can? It would involve having to work slowly, chipping away to get supplies, and the big stuff, wellâwe'd always be without. Butâmaybe we can find a way around that, too?
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guess we're in the same boat as far as that's concerned
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[They needed Fitz. Clarke knows that now. Will always know that. But there's no changing that the loss has happened.]
Is your schedule the same, or are you putting in some extra hours?
[Which could be for any reason: Displaced-related science projects or the fact that they incurred losses and are shorthanded.]
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[ they needed fitz - but bobbi's missing her friend first and foremost. ]
roughly the same [ she was putting in some extra hours before, so not much has changed in that regard ]
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[She won't tell most people about that complication, not unless they ask. But someone close to Fitz? They might be able to guess why a nap might come in without being too puzzled or worried.]
Tomorrow. After work. I'll bring the wine.
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[ if it was a very long nap, that's bobbi's guess. ]
looking forward to it
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[What if they had cryo in space on the Ark? But then, it might've been an energy suck. Bad news for different reasons.]
I was out for over a hundred years.
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[ but cryo exists in practice. it's just not well known and katelin philips might not know about it, being the civilian that she is. ]
a century? shit
that must have been an adjustment
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I'd say it's closer to being here.
We woke up in the orbit of a new world.
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Though I guess the spirit of it could really mean the same thing.
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it sounds like you really deserve that wine
log or action this?
[Of course, Clarke is the type to make it so that she has earned her wine with her antics. This time? It's only marginally her fault. Sort of. Some of it. Look, Clarke Does Things.]
So, we're on?
gently action it here?
she's been hiding that part of herself here for the most part, but it's getting harder and harder to do. ]
of course we are
[ clarke said she'd bring the wine, so bobbi makes sure that there's some food in the house before she leaves for work. hours later, she's back - probably just in time before clarke gets there. ]
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She ends up showing up a solid ten minutes after Bobbi gets home. Both of the bottles in her totes are reds, and on the cheaper side. She did just quit her job. It's going to be a while before she's back up on her feet again. She buzzes in from outside, waiting for the permissions given to her implant to let her in.]
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Hey, you.
[ bobbi smiles, lifting an arm and pulling clarke into a half-hug before gesturing toward the couch. ]
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You got us dinner. ... That's probably a good idea. Did you know they don't have noodles in the post-apocalyptic landscape? [A joke. A bit dry, but she manages it. Clarke is doing ... better. In a number of ways.]
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she wishes she knew, but she doesn't.
what she knows is that they're here, that they need to make the best of it, that she's glad clarke is all right, hugging back. ]
No noodles? Sounds uncivilised.
[ if clarke can joke, bobbi will take up that tone and do the same. ]
Figured you might not have eaten yet, either.
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I spent most of today trying to figure out how to make money. I agreed to a nicer apartment with my roommate, but ... well, I'll explain the rest once we break open the wine. [She grabs the bottle. In the future, the stopper isn't made out of wood, and therefore is easily removed by hand. It's not a twist top, instead offering the same treatment as a cork without including wood in an unwanted place.
With the wine open, she sets it down, letting it air out. That's what someone's meant to do, right? That's what she's learned, anyway.]
a million years later...
[ in some way, it's removing the choice — if they'd ordered, clarke would have gotten to choose her own meal. now, she'll have to eat whatever bobbi got her. bobbi would like to think that she's got decent taste in food and some idea of what clarke likes, but still.
while clarke deals with opening the bottle, bobbi wanders into the kitchen to get some glasses for them. ]
Did you find something?
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[Clarke doesn't know for certain, but having someone else who can take measurements and get things set up would be a boon. But then, she's used to limited medical personnel.]
I might see if PRESERVE has a program with that. I've been taking classes to finish my medical training, but it'll still be a while.
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[They could really use a proper lab right about now.]
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[ if they had their own lab.
if bobbi didn't feel the need to keep pretending at being a biologist first and foremost, instead of it being her third or maybe fourth priority.
but she chose this path and this cover for a reason and she can't deny that it's put her in a position where she can do good, even if it's not in her preferred way. ]
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Why can't they do something like that?]
... Do you think we can? It would involve having to work slowly, chipping away to get supplies, and the big stuff, wellâwe'd always be without. Butâmaybe we can find a way around that, too?
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Probably, if we get more people on board.
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