"Hey, Princess" Bellamy greets from his seat in front of the computers between Raven and Octavia.
The others wave at Clarke, their eyes glued to the screen in front of them.
Clarke stands behind Bellamy and asks, " Hey. What are you guys doing?".
Clarke peers over Bellamy's shoulder and sees what looks like a picture of some of The 100 at a party.
"We're making a fanfiction story." Raven responds as she types on the keyboard.
Clarke looks confused, "What?"
Raven continues to type, ignoring Clarke.
Monty explains instead, "Fanfiction is a form of writing twhere people can make up
stories about tv shows, movies or other popular mediums.
Like if you don't like the
season finale of Grey's Anatomy you can rewrite it. That's fanfiction."
Clarke nods her head but questions, "What does this picture have to do with writing it?
And how is it altered like this?"
Monty laughs, "It's photoshopped. There use to be this snapchat app that let you use
filters when taking pictures and then we made it look like we're at a party."
Bellamy explains further, "It seems like we're always at war, always fighting, Clarke.
Things have calmed down for a bit now but we thought we'd create a different world
where we can just relax. In this story, we're just a bunch of regular teenagers.
Before the dropship, before The Ark. Before the world became drenched in radiation."
Raven smiles at Clarke and says, "In this story, you're the cool girl dating an older guy
played by our dear old friend here Bellamy. See!"
Raven clicks a button and brings up an image for Clarke to see.