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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Blood loss wasn't too bad.

[...considering.

She doesn't try to move too much, all the same, just stays put, clinging to his shirt as he maneuvers them around. Once they're settled, she opens her eyes to look at him, pressing her bloody hand against his chest reassuringly.]

's gonna be okay.

Yeah.

[ He cradles her a little more carefully, kissing her cheek, just holding her for a long moment. ]

I can't-- you get it, right? I can't lose you, too.

[ Because she's the only one he's got left, now. He can't do this over and over again, getting close to people and losing them here. ]

I get it.

[She does. It's not the same for her - John's still here, and though she doesn't see him very often, she listens to his radio broadcasts religiously every night, just to hear his voice, just to reassure herself that he's survived another day.

But she knows - she's been there, she's lost everyone before, and she knows just how scary the prospect is.

She slides her hand up to York's face, moving a little clumsily, pulling him down for a kiss.]

We got lucky today.

[And that's as reassuring as she can offer. She can't promise that nothing will ever happen, that they'll be lucky enough to get off with a shoulder wound next time - she can't, because she doesn't know for sure.

But today, at least, they're safe.]

Mn.

[ There's not much to say past that low noise in response, pressing his face further against her throat, wishing he could smell something past the bitter tang of blood in the air, the coppery scent almost too much this close.

She drags him down for a kiss and he doesn't say no, leaning in, curling a hand in her hair with a soft noise, kissing her right back, shuddering just a little at the idea that he really, really could have lost her just like that. ]

Yeah we did. Armor next time. No chances.

Getting sloppy.

[They should have known something was wrong. They should have looked, they should have been prepared - but dwelling on all that is pointless now. All they can do is vow to do better next time. Next time, they'll put on the armor at home, as uncomfortable as she finds it to drive in.

She can't help but feel that shudder, and she doesn't have to ask what it's about. The painkillers are starting to kick in, finally, and she's able to reach her hand up to thread her fingers through his hair, holding him close and turning her head to whisper into his ear.]

Hey. It's all right. I'm okay.

Didn't want that to be a lesson we learned now.

[ Nnghh, heavy sigh, just cradling her gently, pressing hands over her belly for the moment since she's not hurt there, shivering out a breath, sucking a calming one back in. ]

Okay. You promise, yeah?

[ He leans into her, kissing her again, slow and sweet and deliberate. ]

[It could've been worse.

They'd gotten off so easy. She won't even need a doctor, if it doesn't get infected, and York hadn't even been hit. They'd been stupid and sloppy and it had been their own damn fault, and it could have been so much worse than it is.

Most lessons come with a much steeper price.

She doesn't say any of that, though, just closes her eyes and kisses back, sliding her hand up his chest, pouring everything into it.]

I'm not gonna leave you today.

[ It could always be worse. There was once a time when he had considered that no, things couldn't get worse-- losing Delta had been a hit he hadn't been able to take.

But this-- ]

Okay.

[ York presses closer for just a moment, not caring about the blood and everything else, and just breathes in and out. ]

Okay.

[Sarah presses back, sliding her good arm around him to pull herself up against his chest, just listening to him breathing.]

Hey.

[She leans up to drop a light kiss against his lips, then a deeper one.]

Hey, c'mere.

[ He hesitates a moment, balking at the idea of getting too close when she's injured, and then is entirely convinced by he kiss, practically melting into it, hands sliding over her stomach, winding around her gently. ]

Yeah?

[Oh, that kiss. Sarah makes a small noise as he pulls away, sliding her hand down his chest and stomach to slide up underneath his shirt.]

Don't worry, okay?

Look, I'm fine.

[ That's not exactly convincing, but he'll go with it, for the moment, instead focusing on the attention he can give her right now, thumbing over her belly and her hips, every move careful even when she starts touching him. ]

--yeah, but--

Shhh.

[Inappropriate? Probably. A bad idea? Almost definitely. But she's alive, they're alive, and they both need to reassure themselves of that.

And she'll be damned if she's going to let York tiptoe around treating her like she's made of glass, just because she got one little bullet in the shoulder.

She sighs a little, scratching her nails along his stomach lightly and then sliding up to skim along his chest. After this long together, she knows just where to touch him to drive him nuts.]

[ One little bullethgsksjgahskfjal no no no, sorry, sweetheart, it's a lot more than that to him but--

well.

He's always been a kind of doormat when it comes to what girls want. He gives her a wide-eyed look for her trouble, the hands sliding over his stomach and over his chest, breathing going shaky just like that. ]

Are you seriously trying to-- babe, you're hurt--

[She slides a thumb over his nipple, leaning up to graze his skin lightly with her teeth where neck meets shoulder.]

It's not that bad, York.

[She pulls back to look at him, eyes just as wide and pleading. They've both been so stressed lately, there hasn't been a lot of time for, well, them.

And York's not the only one who's relieved that they'd gotten off as easy as they had.

She reaches up to slide her hand around the back of his head, pulling him close and kissing him deeply, murmuring into his mouth.]

Come on.

I'm-- sorry, I kind of think a hole in my girlfriend that someone shot into her is...kind of a--

[ 8(

He's only a man, goddamnit, and he's so, so easily shut up, especially when Sarah gets all handsy and starts kissing him.

He sighs heavily after a moment and then leans in and closer, curling his arms around her in a loose hug, before he draws back. ]

You suggesting foolin' around in here?

But I'm gonna be okay.

[Sarah smiles. She can hear the surrender in his voice, and she's pretty sure she's already won.

She slides her hand back down to press against his pants, tucking her head up against his chest.]

Let's make one good memory today, huh?

Sarah--

[ He's. Not really hard, because his blood is still pumping from the fear earlier, anxiety and concern doing a whole hell of a lot to harsh any sort of arousal.

Gritting his teeth a moment, he sighs, and shakes his head, gently taking her hands, and carefully situates her against him, leaning back so he's got his legs spread and she's resting against his chest, leaving his hands free to wander, careful not to jostle her like this. ]

You. Then we get home.

[She doesn't want to force him, of course, not if he's really worried. So she doesn't fight it when he takes her hands, letting him arrange them both how he likes.

But she smiles when he puts his hands on her, obviously pleased.]

Okay.

[She leans forward to kiss him again, deep and slow, reaching her good arm up to wrap around his neck.]

I won't even ask to stop for ice cream on the way back, promise.

[ He's still not quite sure this is the best course of action, but for the moment, it's acceptable and he just runs his hands down her sides. ]

Ohh, so now you behave yourself, huh, sweetheart?

[ He can do this, though. He can pretend like it's okay, like she's not hurt, and he'll just be quiet for the moment, kissing her slow and sweet and firm, easing his hands up to cup her breasts, gentle. ]

Are you suggesting that I would misbehave?

[She falls silent, returning the kiss, and concentrates on touching every bit of him she can easily get her hands on, smoothing over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, hard and wiry now after so many years spent fighting to survive.]

Love you.

God, I know, right? Who would ever think that.

[ He forces the humor into his voice, running his fingers back and forth over her belly, and then back down, fiddling with her jeans idly. ]

...I love you too.

[Sarah smiles, leaning forward to rest her head against his chest, wrapping her good arm around him tightly.

She stays like that for a long moment, and then raises her head to look at him again, pressing her lips against his and murmuring into his mouth.]

Then show me how much.

[Show her how glad you are that she's alive, York.]

[ Oh, god, honey, don't do that to him. 8( York chokes out a laugh that's not really amused in any way, shaking his head for a moment.

You don't realize how much I-- ]

God, Sarah--

[ York shakes his head, dragging a hand up to cup her cheek and then he kisses her hard and fast, careful of her arm, while his fingers ease down, getting rid of buttons and zippers and anything else in his path so he can start rubbing soft circles against her through her panties. ]

Yeah -

[The word's little more than a whimper, as he finally, finally touches her. She tilts her head and kisses him again, deeper this time, reaching a hand up to tighten in his hair.]

God, just - please.

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