Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

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.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

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

[originaljoe]

"I guess they don't want us havin' ta open 'em again if we need ta run." Joe said with a shrug. He usually listened to Eridan's ideas but the whole "I'm the space dad" thing did get in the way of that at times.

"That's just it. He doesn't need protectin' anymore. It's the people here that do. It's funny. Ya just can never seem ta believe he's the same Gamzee was before."

[princeofhope]

"...Right." Eridan muttered, crossing his arms. "... I feel like I'm startin' t'run out of ideas an' my only real use is startin' to run out." He edges just a bit close to his space dad, but not looking back at him just yet.

"Hm... I know. I couldn't stop him from gettin' that bad, either, " He gently removed the necklace under his shirt. The old rings he toted around to symbolize his quadrants were safely tied to it. He stared at the gem with the subjuggulator's blood color blankly. "The lack of slime, obviously. But... I know he's there, though. He's... gotta be. Sol's still himself, even after all of that bullshit he put himself into."

[gamzgrewup]

He remembers how to laugh. It comes out rasping and scraping, and from everywhere at once as he flashsteps around his victim.

He doesn't remember talking. Nor does he remember Eridan's voice.

Gamzee is gone. The monster is all that's left, and he's hungry.

[notjelly]

Sob small favors :(

[shipper]

Nepeta no longer really recognize Gamzee (although sometimes seeing him brings painful flashes of bright happy rooms and sweets that make her yowl), but she likes when he challenges her. People usually don't survive more than a round of her games, and definitely don't play the same sorts of games she does. It's fun to find someone who bucks both trends.

Sometimes, when she's feeling very daring, she skulks into his section of tunnels and makes a game of how far she can go before he detects her. Her favorite thing to do it steal on of his precious heads, although this very rarely happens.

She was lucky the day before. Soon enough Gamzee will find a severed head bouncing down near where he's moving, a ghostly giggle echoing through the tunnels from up above.

[vilified]

And then he risked being caught by Hypatia to give her a proper burial in one of the garden zones. There's a mural to her on the wall of one of the places the resistance uses most often to enter the station.

[princeofhope]

He knows that laugh.

He knew it when it was full of life, when it was carefree. He could still recognize it in that disgusting . He's still fearful, there's no doubt about it. He's dangerous, but... he has to try. He needs to.

"Gamzee." he begins, his voice loud, but... almost in an odd sense as... calm. "Gamzee Makara. C'mon, Gam'. Come home with me. Come on back to us. I fuckin' miss you. We all miss you."

[originaljoe]

"Kid, ya can't think like that." Joe still was of the opinion that others gave Eridan too little credit. Yes, he'd screwed up but, he was Eridan Ampora and he was the closest thing, no, he was Joe's son. "You're more useful than any a them give you credit for."

Joe sighed and looked to Eridan. "He might be. Who knows if it's even possible to get to him though. This ain't someone stickin' metal in ya and messing with your brain. This is his own body."

[nyctophobias]

/crying

[gamzgrewup]

He snarls. One of his prized heads; how dare she. He hates her. He loves her. He loves these games.

He flashsteps up to the ceiling, clinging to a stalactite and searches for her, silent again. He sees a flash of her moving and follows.

[notyourchauffeur]

There's only a small blip of confirmation from the armored drone who quickly passes into recharge. He normally wouldn't have trusted so easily. Or at all, but it's not something he can argue with. If he was to be killed, it would have happened already.

Perhaps the remnants of some dream- some kind of memory triggers it.

But after an hour or so, he's moving. Not awake- but moving. Crawling up and over and curling up against the warm metal.

[gamzgrewup]

The words are meaningless to him, little squeaks and mewls from his victims as they beg for their lives or try to reason or whatever it is they do. He doesn't know anymore.

So there's no answer except for another menacing growl, echoing so that it's impossible to tell where it came from. He steps out into the light behind Eridan and approaches slowly, trying to see how close he can get before his prey notices.

[selfkismesis]

"Serendipity was my favorite. Your human John Cusack was damn good. We can probably watch it again, if you want." Her last sentence clarifies the strange countdown. The enforcements were being rerouted, either by Buffy or someone else, and while it'd be difficult to work out which it was, it gave him all the time he needed.

So he keeps moving, breaking into a run, absconding back to the whateverthing the resistance uses to get to Sacrosanct, I don't know technology.

[vilified]

Before everything collapsed Rattmann had never let Charles touch his mind. It was a terrifying thought, someone digging through his last remnants of privacy and examining the bits and pieces he found there like so much trash at a rummage sale. Just the suggestion of it would be enough to send him into paranoid hysterics.

Things had changed considerably in ten years, however. Rattmann may have descended almost completely back into his mental state during GLaDOS' reign, but he knew that he wasn't working alone this time. And he knew exactly what was on his side.

He sends a constant stream of information out into thoughtspace, inextricably tangled with his shattered kaleidoscope of a mind. He doesn't expect anyone to answer (no one speaks to him, no matter how much of a comfort some confirmation would be) but maybe it's helping someone. He has to keep hoping.

Today's jumble is mostly concerned with coordinates of organic prisoners still held by Hypatia, along with markers of which doors will find their lock a little faultier than they should be. Rattmann is no master hacker, but he knows the power little things can hold.

[hedgehogengine]

Sonic tried to get her out, doing too many raids to count in the process. He tried to find her in Zone 12. Holy shit did he try. For once in his life however, he was too slow. He attempts to stay cheery, 'cause he's pretty sure Camille wouldn't want him to grieve for her for a very long time, but her not being there hits him a hell of a lot harder than he's willing to admit.

[selfkismesis]

GUILT AND FEELINGS

[selfkismesis]

do you just want to continue our thread from last time. i have always felt guilty that i dropped it

[hedgehogengine]

"...window's quicker, though. Pretty sure if I knocked, you'd just tell me to fuck off, too."

He's a little sharper than he's given credit for, sometimes.

[selfkismesis]

"I would probably tell you to fuck off less if you used the fucking door." EYEROLL and frustrated sigh.

"Well? The faster you tell me what you want, the faster I can get rid of you. What's up?"

[shipper]

Yes this is an excellent idea. Obviously we need to continue with Karkat Guiltapalooza, 2012 Edition.

[notjelly]

She would have been glad to know people tried.

[shipper]

He's fast, nearly always faster than her, but that doesn't stop Nepeta from letting out another delighted laugh and tearing off down the tunnel. Half the fun is in seeing if she can shake him, after all. The other half - well. This was one of the few circumstances where she didn't mind being caught.

That was when the real fun began, after all.

[pariahdom]

Guess who is walking into Karkat's respiteblock uninvited and limps his sweet ass over to his cot... and then flops onto it face first.

Before Karkat can even raise one yell of protest, he lifts an arm up, voice following.

"Don't say anythin'. I'll be out a your damn hair in a sec. Just... let me rest for a second, alright? I need t'sit here an' see if I can get any ideas from where you lay."

[hedgehogengine]

"I was in the middle of a raid when Harley caught on to me, and things pretty much went FUBAR, so I only managed to get out with a few of the prisoners. I wanted to go back, but people are tellin' me it's too soon. So, need you to do that thing where you yell at people 'til they do what you want so I can get a shuttle and go back up."

[gamzgrewup]

He gives chase, flashstepping forward when it seems like he's falling behind, sometimes dropping to all fours when the terrain becomes too difficult or the tunnels incline. He's closing in, can see her ahead of him, and the chase has the blood thundering in his ears. She spill such a lovely green when he catches her sometimes, and he wants that more than anything right now.

At the exact moment he leaps forward and tackles her from behind, claws digging into her back.