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'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.

[ This isn't exactly the pinnacle of romance right now, but he doesn't care, can't find himself caring in the slightest, too busy easing one hand down her pants and the other up her shirt, rubbing gentle circles on her belly until he gets to her breasts, and then all bets are off when it comes to holding back.

She kisses him again and he groans, quietly, unable to stop from getting at least a little turned on right then, but holding it back. They have time when they're home, when she's safe. ]

[Sarah shudders at that groan, as much as at his fingers stroking against her, and she presses her mouth to his shoulder, nosing aside his collar to suck and lick at the skin there.

She's safe now, she would have protested - at least, as safe as either of them can ever be these days. She'd prefer it if he'd let her return the favor, but this is enough for now, his hands underneath her clothes and her body pressed up against his.]

[ She's safe now, yes, but that didn't make this any better, any easier. He hated that was what this came down to-- that they were going to keep living from day to day with the chance they might both die, over and over again.

York hesitates a moment, fingers stilling, and then sighs, gently adjusting her so he has access to her breasts, thumbing aside her bra. He isn't as hard as he'd normally be during this, still anxious from before, which is a faint blessing, really. ]

Don't know what I'd do if --

[ No, he shouldn't go into that. Instead he keeps rubbing fingers against her, slow. ]

Shh.

[She hesitates a moment, sighing a hot breath against his shoulder, and then raises her head to look at him, stroking her fingers against his cheek.]

Don't think like that.

You don't have to find out today, all right?

[Sarah leans forward to rest her forehead against his, eyes slipping shut as his fingers continue their rhythm.]

I need you too, y'know.

Hard not to.

[ York murmurs it near silently, leaning in to kiss her fingers when they get close, his eyes closed.

He didn't have to find out today, that was what mattered. ]

I know. Love you too. When we're home and you're patched up proper, we're doing this right.

[...yeah, it is. Sarah worries too, about York, about John, not only about what she would do if one of them got hurt, but about what would happen to York without her there.

She knows how hard losing Delta had hit him, and she's not going to let him experience anything even approaching that kind of heartache again. Not if she can help it.]

Sounds like a plan.

[For now, though, they're both okay, they're not in any danger, and York's fingers rubbing slowly against her panties are just not enough anymore. She reaches down to slide her fingers over his, urging him to speed up the rhythm.]

C'mon, baby.

[ He doesn't want to consider it. Doesn't want to consider he could ever be stuck here for real. That he could really, really be unable to see any of them again because they'd be dead or gone or-- ]

Yeah, it does.

[ He takes the hint, with a little sigh, and goes right back to mouthing kisses against the curve of her throat, over her jaw, sighing quietly while his fingers roll a nipple between his fingers. ]

Love you so much.

I love you too.

[So much.

Sarah presses her face against his shoulder again, moaning quietly as his fingernail catches against her nipple.]

Oh -

[She slides her hand out from where it's resting over his, grabbing his wrist to guide his fingers inside her panties. But she moves her arm a little too quickly this time, and her face screws up in pain as she jostles it, letting out a quiet hiss of pain against his shoulder.]

[ He knows it, and forces a tired smile on his face for a moment, more quietly adoring than anything else as he kisses the nearest thing to him, sighing. ]

There you go, sugar--

[ Except, no, they've moved too fast and he freezes the moment she makes that pained noise, not daring to do anything for fear of jostling her. ]

--we can wait-- Sarah--

I'm - I'm fine.

[The way her voice breaks a little suggests otherwise, but after a moment of clutching him to her, she relaxes her grip and raises her face to his, smiling shakily and running her fingers along his jaw.]

I'm fine.

C'mon, sweetheart, don't stop now.

[ this isn't fine-- she isn't fine, but he won't fight her on this right now, just nodding faintly, kissing her fingers if they pass close enough for him to do it. ]

Just be careful when you move, sweetheart.

[ He presses his fingers back against her, one hand sliding up to cup a breast gently, every move cautious down to the last, determined not to hurt her if he can help it. ]

[But she will be fine.

She nods, not wasting any energy on responding out loud, just leaning into York's hand and slipping an arm around his shoulders, as much to support herself as to pull him close.

After a few moments of very gently moving her hips against York's almost motionless hand, though, she shakes her head with a frustrated laugh.]

You're gonna need to be just a little less careful than that, or we'll never get anywhere.

Easy--

[ Okay, no, he's stopping right there and swallowing down all the concern he has, forcing himself to realize that he can't baby her, can't treat her like she's fragile and going to break at any moment.

York works what clothing she has out of the way carefully, but there's a certain force to his movements, now, and then presses his fingers back between her thighs, steadying her with the curve of his arm around her, using his other hand to slide between her thighs, keeping with the light touches until she's worked up enough to rub warm circles against her. The arm around her slips up, fingers pinching a nipple lightly while he presses open-mouthed kisses to her throat, shivering with a soft noise. ]

Better?

- much better.

[Sarah whimpers softly at that noise, pressing more insistently against him as her breathing grows heavier. She's more careful now, terribly careful - believe it or not, she doesn't want to hurt herself, either.

And she definitely doesn't want to do anything that will make York stop now.

She ducks her head down, catching York's chin in her hand and gently urging him to look up so she can kiss him.]

'kay.

[ It's mumbled distractedly against a slowly forming bruise on her throat. He kisses it lightly, rather pleased with himself, squirming into the jeep a little more, hands smoothing over her breasts with a pleased groan as she drags him into a kiss in return.

He's still achingly careful-- he's absolutely still where he's sitting, the vast majority of his motion coming from his fingers easing over her, between her thighs, but at least he's doing something right then, kissing her slow and firm. ]

[Sarah's a little more insistent, at least as much as she can be without really moving. She sucks York's lower lip into her mouth with just a hint of teeth, sliding her hands down to drag against his ribcage, squeezing his sides gently.]

Mmm, yeah.

[She can move enough to wiggle against his fingers, at least, seeking to guide them where she wants them.]

-- c'mon, baby, please.

[ He can take insistent, though. York groans at the little bite, drawing back for a breath and then moving back in to kiss her, slow and sweet and a little more firmly, shivering just a bit when she touches him back. ]

Don't you worry about me, babe, you just worry about you. Help me get you off.

[ And she does help him, at least, letting him know what's good and what's not so much, just by how she moves. York kisses her throat lightly, sucking a mark there, rubbing his fingers in firm circles, while his other hand cups her breast again, thumbing over the nipple. ]

Mmm - oh -

[Her murmur of acknowledgement turns into an unexpected gasp, and Sarah presses her face into his shoulder, kissing and biting and finally muffling her cry against his skin as she shudders, her body tensing as her fingers tighten their grip on his sides.]

- oh jesus fuck, god yeah.

[She stays like that for a moment, leaning heavily against him as she gets her breath back and her heartbeat returns to normal, and then slowly raises her head to rest their foreheads together, pressing her hand against his cheek.]

Thank you.

[not just for that, she means, but for all of it, for saving her life, for going along with her whims even though she knows he'd rather have gone straight home.

For just being with her, in this place where she has no one else, not really.]

[ He knows her well enough by now to know what noises she makes the closer she gets, to understand just what it takes to get her off, easing kisses over her skin as she gasps and then cries out. Her whole body goes tense, and then she's shuddering in his arms, and yeah, he wasn't getting hard before, but it's impossible not to react at least a little bit to the feel of her, the sound of her when she's getting off. ]

Yeah, sweetheart.

[ He shifts their weight a little so she can recline against him a little bit easier, smoothing a hand up undamaged skin, rocking her just a little, gently. ]

'course, Sarah. I-- of course.

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