Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!


<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

He visits more frequently than he'd like to admit. But it's almost a pleasure to just sit and watch Camille work in her cafe (yet again, something he'll never admit). It keeps his mind off worse things, and while he doesn't sleep, it gives him a chance just to empty his mind.

So here he is today, sitting in his usual spot, arms sprawled across a table.

[notjelly]

She's less talkative these days. It wouldn't be noticeable if you didn't know her. Even with Karkat, the teasing has lessened significantly, mostly because this comfortable understanding has existed for nigh on ten years now.

She smiles when she spots him, though, and brings over his usual plate of cookies.

"Hello, Karkles. You look right knackered."

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Jack's been playing those goddamn beach noises for the past month now." Oh, Jack.

[notjelly]

"Lawd ha'mercy. Never learns, does he?" So many people have changed. Then again, a lot of people haven't changed at all.

She bustles around behind the counter. There's no one else in the cafe. Customers were always scarce, and they're a rarity now more than ever. It's getting harder to pretend to be busy.

"You should try at some sleep, Karkat. Crash at someone's place if you need to. Much as you hate sleep, no sense in running yourself in the ground. Your Folk need you."

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

He grunts as he gnaws on a cookie, not willing to admit how right she actually is. Next cookie. Next cookie. He still shovels them down like a bear tearing the face off a salmon. But when he's done, he merely rests his forehead on the table and mumbles into it.

"Anything interesting happen lately?"

[notjelly]

Same old Karkat. She smiles just a little.

She gives up trying to be busy and leans on the counter, halfheartedly sprouting her old corkscrew troll horns.

"The usual. 'Robots and Those Who Fight Them.' Well, the last raid went better than most. Managed to get some proper meat for once! That guy who hangs out up topside said that there have been fewer drone patrols lately. Sounds like things are either winding down or Hypatia's planning something. I'd wager on the latter." She shrugs expansively. "When is she isn't planning something, really?"