madinightblood (madinightblood) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-05-21 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *lena, *tama, clarke griffin, madi griffin |
The last thing she remembered was lying down in the cryo, preparing to be put to sleep. She almost didn't reach out to touch it, because she knew what the next adventure would bring. There was Clarke, so everything was going to be okay. She would wake up and would find herself in a whole new world, most likely, if everything went according to plan. She trusted that Clarke's friend was able to find a solution for them, a way to carry on their world and humanity. It had to work, because if it didn't? That meant the end of everything that they all knew. But, with Clarke looking down at her, well, nothing could go terribly wrong. Her eyes closed, but just as they did, Madi's fingers enclosed around the shiny object that had caught her attention just moments before. She opened her eyes again moments later, promptly sitting up in pure surprise. She wasn't in space. That was the first thought she had. She had never been in a bed just like this one before. It was so incredibly soft and warm. It almost made her uncomfortable. Madi was used to sleeping in the most uncomfortable of situations and places, so to suddenly find herself in a fluffy white bed, well, this was alarming to her. Her hand flew to her side, sighing with relief when she felt her familiar dagger at her side. At least she had something to defend herself. "Clarke?" Madi called out, anxious for a moment. The last thing she'd known, she'd been saying good night to Clarke before being put to sleep for hundreds of years. Now? Now she found herself in a different situation, in a different world, possibly. Nothing like this existed on Earth, so how could this be anywhere back home or on the space ship? She did jump to her feet when the strange person appeared, speaking and giving her information about this new place. Her hand waved through it, startled to find that she couldn't touch the hologram. If she couldn't touch it, well, at least it couldn't hurt her. That thought was comforting, at least. Technology in and of itself was still fairly new to Madi, but she had been watching Clarke and the others use it for years. Just because she wasn't familiar with it didn't mean that she was nervous with it. Madi took a few steps to the dresser, following the instructions of the device for now. "Fighting a war? Well, if there's anything that I am familiar with, it's fighting a war. I am heda, after all, so I accept your mission for now," Madi declared, speaking aloud as if the device could understand her and respond back to her. She opened the drawer and found her clothing, what little of it she had. At least that was familiar. Her hand ran over the familiar cloth, along with the uniform mentioned with the number 8 on it. "Whatever that means. I'd feel better about this whole thing if Clarke were here. First things first. I need survival food. I don't know what this place has to offer." As much as she knew she could stay in this room for the rest of her time here, if she was brought here to help fight a war, it must be because someone recognized her skill as a fighter and decided that she was strong enough to help them in their cause. Very well. She was going to give it her all, because she didn't back down from a challenge like that. |