singularityderp | Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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!

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[ He rarely wakes her up with breakfast, anymore. No time, lack of desire, or just plain exhaustion-- it's reserved for special occasions, now. He does, however, make every effort to set her alarm thirty minutes after what she sets it at when he can, just to try and get her another thirty of restful sleep.

It's seven when the alarm finally goes off- he's been awake for an hour, really, but he turns it off quietly, and smooths a hand down her shoulder, their notes and plans for the battle ahead already in a notebook that he'd gotten twenty minutes ago, before crawling back under warm covers. ]

Wake up, sweetheart.

[She wakes immediately, as she always does, already fully alert as she shifts, rolling onto her back and looking up at him.]

Hey.

What time is it?

[ aaaaand he can't lie, still. Ten years hasn't helped that.. ]

Early.

[ omitting is the same thing, right?

York curls a hand in her hair, rubbing her neck idly. ]

Got coffee going.

[Sarah doesn't wait for him to answer, though, putting a hand on his side and pushing herself up to look at the clock. It's not the first time he's pulled this trick.]

Not early enough.

[She flops back down, all the same, smiling tiredly and raising a hand to press against his cheek.]

You're gonna spoil me.

[ shit. ]

No. I'm gonna keep you from working to exhaustion.

[ Exhausted people make mistakes. He keeps his tone soft, even-- not accusing, because he's too tired to consider an argument right now, and instead tips his head into her hand. ]

Ha. Yeah, I wish, honey.

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Coffee and sleep? I'd call that spoiled.

[She shakes her head, stroking her thumb across the rough stubble of his cheek.]

I'm fine, York.

[She doesn't sound angry or annoyed, though, just quiet. By now, Sarah's learned to choose her battles, and save her energy for fighting her enemies, not her allies.]

How'd you sleep?

[ He just smiles, faintly, kissing her thumb lightly as it slides over his cheek, and if she's not getting up just yet, he's sliding into bed with her again, curling around her protectively. ]

Good. How about you?

Good.

[She'd set the alarm early deliberately, this time - if he wanted to think he was giving her time to sleep in, she wasn't going to argue about it, but she also wasn't going to let him decide when she needed to wake up.

Right now, they have a little time.

She settles into his arms with a little sigh, sliding her hand down from his cheek to run lightly down his arm.]

How's your shoulder?

[ oh c:

York rolls onto his back a bit and tugs her in and against his chest, stroking a hand up her spine, rubbing firm circles up and down her back, lingering at her neck, working out any kinks. ]

Shoulder-y.

[ He leans in, steals a quick kiss, and smiles tiredly. ]

S'good, don't worry. Got almost full range of motion and painkillers.

[She smiles just a little bit at that, humming as his fingers knead into the stiff muscles.]

Just don't want you making it worse today.

[Sarah rests her head on his chest and curls her palm against his side, quiet for a moment before she speaks.]

I dreamed about Delta last night.

[ He smooths both hands down her shoulders, nudging her shirt out of the way to get to them, thumbs rolling over tight muscle. ]

Hey, trust me, I'll be fine.

[ There's a moment of silence that he just memorizes, every last little thing, and he strokes his fingers against the nape of her neck, quietly, until she speaks again and his stomach clenches. ]

Oh. Yeah?

Yeah.

[She doesn't turn to look at him, just stays leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and stroking her fingers idly over his ribcage.]

Dreamed he just popped in right over your shoulder and started offering advice. Just like he'd never been gone.

[She smiles wistfully, remembering, but then hesitates, raising her head to look at York's face apologetically.]

--sorry.

I shouldn't have said anything.

[ He doesn't know what to say to that. He dreams about it, too-- dreams about waking up, about feeling that warmth in the back of his mind, the quiet assurance of Delta that he was right there, that no, Sean, I wouldn't leave. York doesn't mention that, though, not even to Sarah. ]

No-- [ he has to pause, clear his throat because his voice is too uneven, quiet. ] No. It's-- okay.

Better good ones than bad, huh?

Yeah.

[There've been enough bad ones.

Sarah looks at him for a moment, and then leans forward for a kiss, curling her hand into his hair and letting her eyes slip closed.

There are no words she can say that can help.

She pulls back, looking at him a moment more, and then rolls off him and up to a sitting position, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.]

We better get moving.

Mm.

[ York leans into her, kissing her back, soft and sweet and he hates it-- god he hates knowing that it's possible she's not coming back, that he's not coming back. There aren't any other choices, though, not like this.

Sarah swings her legs off the bed, and York follows with a kiss at the curve of her throat, and a stroke of fingers over the small of her back. ]

Go shower, I'll get the coffee and some toast ready.

Okay.

[She smiles at the little signs of affection, allowing herself a moment to lean against his shoulder, squeezing his hand lightly before she lets go and heads for the shower.

She reappears a few moments later, heading straight for the coffeepot and inhaling the scent with obvious relish.

Mmm.

[She slides in at the table next to York, smiling as she lifts the mug with both hands.

Your coffee's always so much better than mine.

[ He'll take what he can get-- those small moments of affection are the best, honestly.

She heads for the shower, and York heads for the kitchen, spreading butter on toast, getting their coffee ready with the ease of someone who does this every morning, or near enough. ]

Years of making it, that's all.

And why do you think that's your job?

[Because her coffee is nearly undrinkable, by comparison. Sarah shoots him a smile, nudging his leg playfully with her foot as she snags a piece of toast.]

So what's the plan today?

[She nods to the notebook lying on the other side of the table.]

M'okay with being coffee bitch.

[ He tangles his leg with hers, playful right back, and then tugs the notepad over, after taking a bite of his toast and chewing. ]

Dunno. Gonna need supplies again soon, we're running low on a few things. I wanted to see if I could get any more spare weapons, too. Gonna start looking back into getting into her systems.

[Sarah nods, all business as she leans over to look at the notebook.]

We've got the supplies cache in sector 12, but it hasn't been restocked in awhile. We should probably look into trading for more, or seeing what John can spare.

[She hesitates, looking up at him.]

...think you can do any good in there?

[It's not that she doubts you, honey, it's just that...well. It's dangerous, messing around in the AI's systems, and a lot of people have tried with nothing but regrets to show for it.]

[ Truth be told, he'd prefer to leave John out of this. Not out of lack of capabilities, but because Sarah doesn't need that stress right now, not with everything else. ]

I've got a few friends who'll trade if I can get them into some places, so no worries there.

[ Her question, though, makes him pause. ]

Dunno. I want to say eventually, yeah.

[Sarah frowns, brooding over her coffee.]

Just don't want you drawing attention to yourself for nothing.

[They both know what happens to people who attract Hypatia's attention.

But she also knows that getting in there is the only hope they really have for ever putting an end to this.

She sighs, and tries to smile, resting her hand over York's where it lies on the table and squeezing gently.]

Anything I can do to help?

Can't gain anything without taking risks, Sarah.

[ Not that he wants to take too many risks, not with how dangerous things get. There's a resistance, but he doesn't wantto draw unneeded attention to anyone and risk them.

His reasons for wanting to get into her systems aren't noble or unselfish though. Delta's still there and so are others. He can't leave Delta there forever. ]

Yeah. You feel up to coming?

I know.

[Of course she does. And she knows, too, the real reason York wants to get back into Hypatia's systems. He wants to see her shut down as much as the rest of them do, of course, but she doesn't have to ask to know that he's thinking about Delta.

She has her doubts about whether saving Delta is possible - if there's any hope left for him at all. But she doesn't voice them, just smiles and throws back the rest of her coffee.]

Of course I do.

Cool.

[ Except not really. Every time he asks, he wants her to stay behind, wants her to stay back and stay safe, because that's the best option in his mind, but he knows she'll never go for it, and he'd never suggest it. ]

I'll make some calls. We'll head out in 10?

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