Dark Future Meme (as requested)

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

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?

Comments

/remains unmoved

[shipper]

"Just because you look like me doesn't mean I know you!" Her voice wobbles a little, although whether it's from frustration or uncertainty is impossible to tell.

/cries a river

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"I'm Karkat, you fuckass! Just look at me, goddamnit! Just because I don't have nubs anymore, it doesn't make it any less true!" Hornpoint. They are still kinda nubby.

/wades through

[shipper]

"Don't know a Karkat." This statement is definitely uncertain, most likely because she's trying not to laugh too loudly at his stupid tiny horns. Hers are way bigger.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Don't you fucking laugh!"

[shipper]

All that did was make her laugh harder - Nepeta's restraint was even worse after being alone for so long. "But they're so useless! You couldn't do anything with them!"

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"STOP FUCKING LAUGHING, WHAT THE FUCK. I DON'T NEED TO DO SHIT WITH MY HORNS." Some things never change.

[shipper]

"You don't because you can't! You might as well not have any!" Ah yes, the maturity that comes with age.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'M TAKING THIS BULLSHIT FROM A CAVE-DWELLING CATGIRL!"

[shipper]

"Nubhead, nubhead! I bet you can't do anything with them."

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THEM?"

[shipper]

"Nothing, they're too tiny. I can rip open stomachs with mine! It's fun, even if that means the game is over."

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"That's pretty fucked up." (unsure)

[shipper]

"Nope, it's fun! I'll show you if you lose, ok?"

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Did you miss the part where I said I'm not playing your shitty games?"

[shipper]

"But you started one! It's pretend, right? You're pretending you've seen me before."

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

He's about to retort, but then he stops himself. Mutters a quick "Fuck."

"Look... If you're not Nepeta," it can't be her, she's dead, it's just a really creepy resemblance, even if she's a troll...

"If your not her, I'm leaving."

[shipper]

"You can't leave, Karkitty. Not until the game's over." She shakes her head, not even aware of the nickname rolling off her tongue. It just fit.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

It's her.

"Alright," he's got both his sickles in hand again. He's ready to fight.

"Once this game's over, you're coming back with me."

[shipper]

"Only if you win!" She leans in, her grin stretched too wide, and quickly taps him on the forehead.

"Tag! You're it!" And just like that she's tearing through the tunnel, determined not to be caught.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

Karkat doesn't chase her. She knows the tunnels better than he does, and she's fast. So he changes his tactics. He sets traps.

Bear traps.

Because, honestly, for a second there, you were forgetting that you were RPing with Linda, weren't you?

No, but seriously. He pulls that shit out of his Sylladex. Spreads 'em about. Sets up a motherfucking tripwire or two. Considering the fact that robots can't jump, this strategy is very successful for the rebellion. Which means Karkat can be quick.

why am i allowed to rp. ever.

[shipper]

Probably the same reason people keep letting me use knives and matches. That is, they don't know how much trouble they're in until it's too late.

Nepeta whips through the tunnels, turning back every now and then to check on Karkat's progress. It's during one of these turns that triggers a trap, the heavy metal closing with a sickening crunch over her arm.

Her scream resonates throughout the tunnel. There's now a lovely green trail for you to follow back to her den, Karkat.