first one who touches the ground loses

Octavia woke up to someone gently nudging her shoulder. It was Jackson, the closest thing they'd had to a doctor since Abby had gone with Diyoza. Behind him, Indra. Octavia had no idea how long she'd been out of it, but it had been long enough for them to have turned her chambers into her own personal sick ward.

She told Indra her brother had poisoned her.

Jackson, shocked, told Indra to arrest Bellamy.

And Indra told them she couldn't do that.

( And then, with Octavia able to do nothing but watch from the bed, Indra threw a knife. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 9-10. CONTENT WARNING for suicidal ideation and self-harm.]

Octavia was exhausted.

She was sitting outside the bunker door with Indra. The closed bunker door, the locked bunker door. Skaikru had betrayed them all. Led by Clarke and Jaha, they'd locked themselves in the bunker while the conclave was still going on.

Bellamy was down there with them. She'd spoken to him over the walkies, told him she'd won, that she'd announced they'd share the bunker. He hadn't gone down there willingly: they'd grabbed him off the street and dragged him down. And now he and Abby were their best hope at getting the damn door open again. The black rain was keeping the clans in their safe zones around Polis for now, while Kane and Gaia and the Flamekeeper scouts were stalling everyone who'd been in the tower during the conclave.

It was right as the clans were coming in, right as Octavia was sure they'd have to face the music, that the door finally opened.

She hadn't hugged Bellamy as tightly since before they'd left Fandom.

(But when he said, "I love you so much," she still said nothing.)

( The next twenty four hours were a blur. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, thus concludes The 100 S4, with this post taken from episodes 11-13. Next up, THE REAL FUN BEGINS.]

Wasn't really a war Octavia found in Polis. It was a conclave, like the ones they used to use for choosing a new commander. One warrior per clan, in a fight to the death. No guns. The clan whose champion was the last person standing would take the fallout shelter, a bunker underneath Polis, built by a doomsday cult before the first Praimfaya. Other clans would perish.

The timeline of the oncoming apocalypse had shifted. They didn't have months left, they had days. And Skaikru had no fighters trained in hand-to-hand combat, no champion with a fraction of a chance of winning against the best of the other clans.

Enter Octavia.

( The Flamekeepers were presiding over this, the final conclave. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S4 episode 10. Part 1 of 2. Surprisingly no violence in this one!]