singularityderp | 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 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.

[She sighs, finally able to relax a bit, leaning heavily against him and wrapping her arms around him carefully.]

What would I do without you, huh?

[Leaning up against him like that pretty much makes it impossible not to notice what's going on in his pants, and she lifts her chin to raise an enqiring eyebrow at him, letting one hand drift down to press against his jeans.]

[ He'll shift and accommodate her as much as he can, curling his arms as tight as he dares, voice softer. ]

Hey, don't even think about that, sugar. S'bad juju or something, and god knows we don't need any more of that shit, okay?

[ York reaches up, brushing her bangs aside and kisses her forehead, and then the tip of her nose, just leaning against her, enjoying sharing space for a moment. ]

Now. Can I please get you home, and make sure you're okay, and get you in bed?

[Yeah, she had a feeling he was gonna insist on that next.

Sarah withdraws her hand to wrap her arm around him instead, tilting her head to press a kiss against his cheek.]

I am okay. I promise.

[But he's right, of course, and she's not gonna fight him. She got what she wanted, and if he wants to carry her to bed himself and coddle her and feed her chicken soup for a week, she's prepared to let him, if it means he'll stop worrying.

She nods, and lets herself roll to one side, sliding off his lap so he can drive.]

Yeah, babe. Let's go home.

[ Like he wouldn't. Pfff.

Sarah lets him do this, though, and he kisses her back, light, resisting the urge to sigh anymore and just focusing on getting them out of there, knowing it's better like this, better they get home and survive to fight another day.

He makes sure her seatbelt is fastened, and then strokes a hand through her hair, turning the car on. ]

Sounds good.

[Sarah does her best to arrange herself comfortably in her seat, but the relief provided from the biofoam is starting to wear off, and she reaches up to rub at her shoulder as York takes the driver's seat.

She catches his hand before he can do more than start the car, looking over at him.]

We're gonna make it, York.

[ He just looks at her a moment, not quite sure what he's going to say in response.

Yeah, they will, tonight. And maybe tomorrow, too, and the day after, but their luck won't last forever. He's not an idiot, he knows that just as well as any other soldier.

So he bites his tongue and just nods, smiling at her, lifting one of her hands to kiss her fingertips. ]

I love you.

[She watches him as he looks at her, starting to worry a little when the silence stretches out and he doesn't respond right away.

When he finally does, she smiles back, squeezing his hand.]

I love you too.

[...And fuck seatbelts, it's not like anyone else around here has a car, it's not like there's traffic to worry about. She unbuckles it and slowly lowers herself to lay on her side on the bench seat, careful of her shoulder, ending up with one arm wrapped around herself and her head resting on York's thigh.

She raises her other hand to cover his knee, squeezing lightly once before letting go.]

C'mon, let's go home.

[ Things will be okay.

He tells himself that once, twice, and then a third time with a heavy exhale, just staring ahead for a moment. He's just about to bitch about the lack of a seatbelt when she lies down next to him, head on his thigh, and all the bitchiness seeps out of him, leaving him just looking down at her for a moment, smoothing a hand through her hair. ]

Okay.

Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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