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Dark Future Meme

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!

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Sarah--

[ Wash looks at the both of them, not wanting this to turn into another fight, but there's nothing any of them can really do about it. They can't go back to the way things used to be, together on the station in their little house in the woods, all alone with each other and the closest thing to happy Wash thinks he's ever known.

He comes closer and presses a hand against Sarah's shoulder, letting out a slow breath and looking up at York. ]

It's not okay for us, either, man. I get it, okay? Stop acting like I don't know what you're going through. I get it. But it doesn't change anything.

Whoa. He wasn't dead? Eridan had shut his eyes tight when he began slapping, and opened instantly when he felt a hand stop moving, and then came the pain. Wow. That really hurt.

That was the distraction he needed. He bit his own lip hard, to the point of bleeding, trying not to be overcome with the feeling of jaws tightening around his fingers.

The free hand does not attempt to slap at him this next time, but he's a bit more gentle... administering another pap. But, don't think this is the only one he is doing, oh no, he's not going to stop until his fingers were to be released and he made progress this time.

Oh, good. Jade hadn't shown up. The distraction had actually worked. Terezi wasn't absolutely sure it would, and an overwhelming majority of the timelines she had seen included Hypatia's lapdog showing up and wrecking all kinds of havoc. While Terezi did her best to keep that possibility from becoming reality, she was still always interested in hearing how things actually went down. She never saw victory, after all.

"God, Dave, always talking about sight to the blind girl," she says without rancor. "You have hurt the delicate and sensitive feelings I sometimes pretend to have. My emotions are a lone, defenseless antlerbeast, and your unthinking words are wild caninebeasts who have just dealt them a mortal blow. Oh, I am slain."

Poke poke poke gentle paaaaaap to the face. Her expression doesn't change, but there's a crinkle around the corners of her eyes that says I'm glad you're safe.

Edited 2012-02-07 03:37 (UTC)

Oh fucking hell.

It's one thing to know that there has to be some sort of synthetics in him for Hypatia to have even a the most rudimentary control over him, but this...

She sucks in a sharp breath, feeling that difference. Right, she might not be able to look him over, but she'll do the next best thing and fuck you if it embarrasses you, Ladon. She carefully sheathes her sword and presses her hands to his cheeks. Runs her hands through his hair a little, across his shoulders, down his chest.

It may not be a thorough examination, but he doesn't feel like he's on the verge of death, anyway.

And also screw being all badass and shit, she's going to throw her arms around his neck and hug him for all she's worth.

"You were never any good at being a badass," she mutters into his shoulder. "Fuck, Ladon. Just... fuck."

There's an indigo-blooded troll in the corner of Karkat's room. He doesn't live there, but he has a tendency to pop up uninvited whenever he feels like it. Right now it just looks like he felt like getting away from everyone else.

Fully adult, he should have a large set of horns upon his head, but there are none. A bandanna covers the small metal plates now in their former locations, long messy hair pooling out from under it. Also unlike his other self, he's significantly more cowed.

"Hey, best friend."

"Say the magic word."

There's something there, perhaps. Something deep. Buried under too many layers, under all the rust and blood, drowned in slime and too many years living like this.

It reaches up vaguely, tries to find the daylight, but it's too far away.

He's gone. He's just a monster, and this is just his meal.

He grabs the other hand in a fist, crushing them until bones crack. Then he slams both hands back into the ground, effectively pinning his prey.

No escape now.

Ladon's unfortunately something of a mess. Where he's not wired or augmented, every few inches of skin is interrupted by patches of scales, and his breathing is something akin to a constant rumble of lungs that don't really belong in a compact human body. He has no fingers, not anymore, just black claws that manage to thankfully be at least proportional to the rest of him. He's whole, though, like some strange patchwork quilt. He mourns the loss of her eyesight, but at the same time, at least she's spared actually looking at him.

He doesn't resist in the least when she hugs him, immediately closing his arms around her and taking a stuttered breath, breathing in that wonderful copper-and-cut-grass smell she always has. He doesn't want to let go.

"Only good at pretendin'," he sighs. "You've always been the stronger one, doll."

[ Sarah pulls away and he instantly wants to reach out to her, wants to drag her back to him, breathing unevenly, a little hitch that he can't fight back, can't get rid of.

He's so fucking tired and Sarah's pulling away and sometimes the only thing that makes him feel better is them touching him, distracting him. Wash's hand lands on Sarah's shoulder instead, and York's hands twitch, the empty feeling in his head making his palms itch, but he won't make them do that. ]

I can't stop trying. He wouldn't just. Give up.

Fighting Harleybot nonstop for years has trained Karkat's reflexes well. Her skill to teleport (usually right behind him) has taught him hyper sensitivity to his surroundings. As soon as the Highblood's hand enters his personal area, he's ducking downwards, spinning, sickle out-- an attack he's perfected to trip up his opponents.

As he had originally feared. He hadn't felt pain like this since his foot was to be removed, hearing and feeling the bones crack in his hand, he let out such a scream, before interrupted by being pinned right to the ground.

He felt tears pooling quickly in his eyes, he looked up, focusing his eye on the other's, trying desperately to find something anything in him.

"G-Gamzee! Gamzee please, don't do this!" He tried to be reasonable with his voice, but fuck it all, he was in too much pain right now. "Gamzee, Gamzee... Gamzee please, I know you have to be in there. Eridan needs you, please... please don't do this. What would the others think?! Like Karkat?! Or ME?! Or-- Or anyone!? Gamzee you're going to regret this, just... please. Please!! P-P-P--" He couldn't help himself at this point, the more he pleaded while he waited for the end, he couldn't help but just become absolutely hysterical with screams and tears. Perhaps it was just because of the pain, or perhaps because he knew that if he were to die, he was going to stay dead... and he clearly didn't want that.

"Give me the fucking files."

He'd want you to, though.

[She speaks quietly, looking up at him, leaning into Wash's touch a little bit as he rests his hand on her shoulder.]

Look at yourself. You're exhausted, you're unhappy, you - shit, you could've gotten us all killed tonight.

[She shakes her head, frowning unhappily.]

He wouldn't want to see you like this. Not the real Delta.

"That's not the magic word. Those are multiple words, and not a single one of them is magic."

What can he say, Jetfire just doesn't suit the shuttle.

There's the faintest of sighs as Skyfire mentions his problem and the wing comes into view. That should be a simple enough fix, and it explains why Skyfire is here in the first place.

"What did you do to it?"

Shockwave steps towards the shuttle, properly looking over the wing. The suit is damaged, Skyfire is damaged. It's mildly frustrating if he gives himself time to think about it.

"I will fix it, however I will require you to take off your helmet."

It's not so much that he needs Skyfire to do it, it's more of that he wishes to see the shuttle's face.

[ Wash kneads her shoulder, careful to avoid old scars -- they've all gotten pretty busted up over the years, just trying to keep each other alive. He reaches a hand out to York, wanting him closer, to stop shaking so much, but he knows it's not easy for him. ]

C'mon, man. You know she's right.

Gamzee's one of the few people Karkat doesn't mind in his personal space. He'd been staring at the same map for an hour, willing his thinkpan to come up with solutions. A break was welcome.

"Hey, bro. What's up?"

He makes a grab at them.

"Fuck you!"

DENIED.

Terezi snatches them away and holds them over her head, out of Karkat's reach.

"Wow, you're pretty terrible at this game, Karkat. You should really learn some manners!"

Edited (goddammit dreamwidth i need blink tags oh god) 2012-02-07 04:05 (UTC)

[ Even he can recognize that he's a shadow of his old self, but damned if he knows how to change that.

He didn't ever think he'd find the day when he'd see Wash and Sarah better adjusted to things. Much as he loves them, he knows that he's the one that's the most unstable now. ]

Yeah.

[ York sits heavily, like he's got weights on his shoulders, and just looks at them for a moment, before finally just looking at Wash, asking something he hasn't ever dared ask. ]

I don't know how to get used to it, Dave.

I know.

[ Wash gives Sarah's shoulder another squeeze and moves over to him, pushing his hand into his hair and sliding his arm around his shoulders, tugging him close. It's a familiar motion, the kind of thing York's done to him plenty of times, and he just holds him for a moment, quiet.

He knows how hard this is for York, knows he doesn't know how to do this, but he's got something that had taken Wash a lot longer to find when he'd gone through the same thing. ]

But you've got us. We can help you, just-- stop pushing us away for once.

"Root and branch, boss, you are full of it." No, she's not letting go just yet. She is not stupid enough to count on seeing him again, not with everything that's happened in her life thus far.

She rests her forehead against his shoulder and just... soaks it in. She hadn't realised exactly how much she missed him until right this second. They'd never been huggy or anything, generally speaking, but this is really the only way she can sear him into her memory one last time.

In another lifetime, or if he'd escaped as well, maybe they could have...

Well, it's not worth thinking about, or bringing up. It would only make everything worse when he leaves, when he dies, because that's something that will happen, and soon, if he keeps doing things like disabling the tech Hypatia's put in him.

He's wrong, though, about her. She's a selfish bitch sometimes, not strong at all.

"Don't go," she whispers. "Please don't go."

It's been about a week since he's brought Buffy back. He had sent her to Sollux as soon as they touched down to make sure her connection with Hypatia's network was effectively severed. From then on, it was a delicate process, trying to coax her organic mind to operate over the mechanical inorganic imposed on it for so long.

They've got her a room, though. It's small, sparely furnished. But when Karkat's not in meetings or trying to strategize, he visits her.

"Hey."

[Sarah watches as Wash moves over to York, still tired and upset and, more than anything, worried. York had always been the strong one, the one who'd been there to help whenever she or Wash needed it, but after Delta, everything had changed, and she'd never quite figured out how to do the same for him.

She moves to join them, after a moment, sitting on York's other side and sliding in close, tucking her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around him.]

We don't wanna lose you, York.

There's a pause.

Reluctance.

Eventually though he sighs. It is a small price to pay for having Shockwave repair him. The helmet slowly slides away panel by panel until it retracts into the rest of the suit.

Shockwave is left with a rather sullen-looking, gaunt man. His long, chin-length hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Chapped lips and sleep-deprived face. He always looks hungry, but it's rare that anyone really sees his face to begin with.

"Not necessary," He comments in his low, rough tone. He'll leave it at that though.

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