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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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If the nickname wasn't enough evidence to prove Nepeta's identity, the blood gives another clue. Karkat gives her time, knowing she'll return somewhere she feels safe to deal with her injuries. If he chases after her right away, she'll lead him through the tunnel for hours trying to get rid of him.

He gives her a twenty minute head start before he follows the trail.

It's not his if it's been given. But he takes the other half anyway.

Gamzee gives the same shrug again. Then, after a pause, he shakes his head. "Sleep comes hard. Don't like what I see on the other motherfuckin' side."

And to think he used to enjoy it.

"...It's my selfbro."

Edited 2012-02-07 07:11 (UTC)

[Sarah slides in closer still, her back pressed against York's chest, and takes his hand, brushing a kiss against his fingertips before pulling his arm tight around her waist, threading her fingers through his.

They can't fix everything, they can't help York get over this overnight, but they can at least be here for him, reassuring him that he's not alone in this, comforting him through words and touch alike.

And, an uglier, more pragmatic part of her whispers, if he's tucked in safe between her and Wash, pinned in on either side, he can't slip out while they're sleeping and try doing it again, and maybe screw himself up permanently this time.

She rests her head on the pillow with a sigh, squeezing York's hand reassuringly and murmuring to both of them.]

Love you.

It's kind of hard to keep hating on Dave when they're both stuck in the same shitty fuck of a place. He tried, at first. He screamed and bitched and snarled at every opportunity he could catch. He blamed Dave for getting them stuck here. He blamed him for what happened to Jade, to the resistance, for being too much of a fucking failure to break out (its not like youve never fucking done it before), for giving up and fighting on Hypatia's side when he could've fucking fought his way out and done something.

But Jack spent most of his time alone. Had a lot of time to think about things. And after a few years of all this bullshit, he realized he was more pissed at himself about all those things than he really was Dave. And Dave was in just as much shit as he was. Besides, Dave was too fucking crazy and retarded to argue with him anymore. His rage just fell on creepily indifferent ears. What was the point in keeping it up anymore?

So he gave up on all the Dave-hate. Finally. Didn't mean he had to like him, but he could at least tolerate the freaky mutant kid now.

Since he's stuck in a laboratory cell with all his limbs and shit deactivated 90% of the time, he isn't one to pass up any kind of human(ish) interaction. So, even if he's pretty sure it's a Dave that's passing through, that's better than no Dave at all.

"Hey, pinkie! Is that you, or am I losing my mutant-prick detecting skills already?" Okay so maybe he gave up on Dave-hate but insults are still fair game.

He shakes his head.

"Only a scratch."

Hardly. Half his upper-back is black and blue, the red, bloody scrape marks as the final touch.

"Suit is fine."

Ass is moving. Ass is moving so hardcore, and it's not even a booty bounce. Through the glories of me getting tired of describing shit and bear traps, both Karkat and Jack make it back to the planet and live together in harmony harmony aaaalllwaayyys.

"I shall take that as a no. You should consider it, you do not look well."

It's concerning. An emotion he doesn't feel too often anymore. Actually being concerned for another feels strange, yet acceptable. It shouldn't, it should be uncomfortable and he should wish to get rid of it immediately. Just clinging to before he assumes. No time to give the sensation anymore thought.

Time should not be wasted.

"Do you have any missions for today?"

...Oh.

"Do you want to talk about it? Or just want distractions. I can do both."

The thing with Jade's skin taunts him, mocking and prodding at him, and even Sollux will not stop him anymore. In a flash he is by Jade, not far enough back to even swing, and from his position parallel with the ceiling he slams his mouth and fangs into hers.

he wishes he could pass it off as irony, or some weird battle plan, but - all it is is anger and need and give jade back, give jade back, give jade back.

"I'm fine," He growls faintly, pulling the blanket back over him.

He thinks about the question briefly before shaking his head.

No. No missions.

"Done."

And then they're falling -- or she's falling -- because her mind isn't programmed to handle extenuating circumstances, and so when faced with overwhelming hatred that isn't provided in a way that's physically harmful, she doesn't really know what to do. Usually, this is when the small part of her mind that's still human takes over, kissing back or holding hands or whatever humans were expected to do.

Only Jade's human mind stopped aging at around sixteen, so currently her brain is doing backflips at being kissed by (a rather sharp, scary) Dave Strider. She hasn't kissed anyone in so long that she's not quite sure what to do.

So Jade's body goes into lockdown, sending her plummeting for the cityscape below.

"Give up give up on me, please just go home--"

But then her brain's gone into override and the human functions are shoved in a corner as she pulls out a rifle and aims for his head, intending to kill.

"Did I like that fort?"

Her question is truly curious, because she doesn't remember. It's hard, to remember everything from almost ten years ago. Snippets of conversations wound around Hypatia's lies, to keep her trapped in an ever-changing reality. To make her stop trusting her own mind.

"Tell me if I liked it. I liked you a lot John, you're my shut up you little maggot do you want to die? No, I-- just answer the question, John."

"I just need to get a hold of shit is all. Fortify things up in my motherfuckin' brainscape. I'm an indigoblood. Same all around as him. I can do this."

He sighs, biting into the remains of the sandwich. "Just ain't how it was supposed to turn out." Not that anything since he'd first arrived had been as he'd wanted it.

Dave thinks of himself as a lot of things, loyal and almost knightly (but not quite) and willing to do anything to get his friends back, but after ten years human is no longer really in his lexicon, and the way he kisses her is anything but human. He is all sharp edges and hate - growls and fangs, cutting and sucking and hissing and purring, and even if he notices in the back of his head that she hasn't teleported away he's too busy licking at her (bloodied) bottom lip to do anything about it.

One hand tangles in her hair, right above her scalp, and pulls it taut as the other tightens in its grip at her back. Falling is inconvenient (if not exhilarating), and he starts flying upward in an attempt to counter her downward momentum.

She remembers this troll, she thinks. But this one isn't an enemy, not to her programming -- not like most of the others, the leader and the girl with the glowing circuits and especially the boy who once was human. So she watches the repairs curiously, perched on a table nearby. Watching mechanics rings with her, somehow. Like she used to know how to do things like this, something that wasn't killing.

There's a long pause as she gathers her thoughts, trying to sound as put together as possible. "Did you fight a lot, on the planet?"

And then Jack got new robobits that weren't full of Hybitchia bullshit and moved into a cardboard box outside Karkat's house and played shitty beach CDs all fucking night long GOOD END????

Shockwave sighs, leaning back against the table just staring at Skyfire for a moment.

"If you will not find someone who can tend to it, then consider allowing me to have a look. I am certain I have some supplies."

Not much, but he should have some.

"If that is the case, I recommend you make yourself comfortable. I am going to alter your suit slightly."

Do his best to add in some padding perhaps. Anything that he had the materials for and would assist in avoiding further injury on minor crashes.

At least she doesn't mind what he's become -- herself is a little different, but it's a different story and she can't tell it to anyone without fumbling and breaking her words into pieces. So she sits on the edge of what's called her bed (though really, it's more like a cot, a place for her to shut off her mind and let the manipulation take over) and stares at him.

Carefully, she lets her lips form a hesitant smile. Nothing like her old smiles, carefree and effortless. This one takes work; Jade has to think about it to hold it in place.

"Hi, Ladon. How are you?" The speech is slow, deliberate. She tries to keep herself in one piece for him, because she knows that he expects it.

"Too fine, the little piece of machinery... he's super good at i--" There's a pause and then a human whimper, the sound of metal joints moving of their own accord and slowly crushing human bones. "N-no, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!"

Just as quickly, there's a clank as she falls to the ground. What Jack can't see is that her hand is clasped around her good arm, still as tight as before. But she pretends that she's fine; because he can't do anything to help her, and maybe if she ignores the situation, it will stop. Her programming will stop telling her body to torture itself.

"He's nnnn-not my b-boyfriend, he's just a nuisance and one day I'm going to--- to kill him, I mean it. And y--- y-- you'djustrunaway you'd try to do something bad, Jack."

GOOD END

When he draws blood, the circuits kick back in. Blood she understands -- emotions she does not -- and as soon as his tongue wipes across her bloody lips she's moving into action. Biting back with reinforced teeth, aiming a knee for his groin and screaming in robotic-sounding anger as he pulls at her hair.

Jade wants to teleport out of his grasp, but can't figure out how without bringing him along. Sure, getting him lost in the void between worlds would be kind of fun, but she can't really keep playing with him like that. This is the first time in a long while that she's actually losing the match. And she realizes what's at stake: her mind, her freedom. Forced into a cage until the effects of so-called science can reverse the damage done on her mind. Until someone can break through the firewalls and traps and turn her back. If there even is a back for someone like her.

She can't remember a back, anyway.

"Let me go you little bastard I'll rip your teeth out and yyyyyyy-- y-- you can't have me I won't go with you don't even try and take me away from Her she's my MotherMasterProgramming I need her so stop it!"

Edited 2012-02-07 08:14 (UTC)

The glitches kick in full throttle in her voice, and Dave is suddenly acutely aware that he just tried to get jiggy with one brainwashed Jade Harley. (Sollux has a few things to say about that, too, mind you.) But that's not important, and Dave actually shooshes Sollux for the first time in god knows how long, because she's not teleporting.

She's.
Not.
Teleporting.

He has no fucking clue what triggered it, if it's this sort of proximity that she can't escape from, but if that's what it takes then fine. His grip tightens even harder, bringing Jade closer to him and

ow ow ow ow managing to absorb most of the blow to the crotch with some absurdly quick momentum shifting. Still, his grip doesn't waver for one second - this is the first breakthrough he's made in years. He isn't quitting now. If he has any say, he isn't quitting ever.

"Quit complaining, Jade. Jeez, take a chill pill already."

His voice manages to sound calmer than the tempest of excitement that it actually is, somehow.

It's progress, and goddamn, progress feels good. He nods and says, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. Movies. Maybe we'll get to watch one sometime. But until then, I brought some snacks for you." Karkat holds a bag of popcorn in front of her, offering some. He ate like half on his way to her, so like.

Deal with it.

She can't get away, and her programming is screaming in her mind you little fuckup is that how you want to play, do you really want to lose to him? So she's glitching bad, her motions irregular as she jerks and twitches in his hold. "I don't want to lose this let me go dave i ha-- ha-- hateyouhateyouhateyou letmego fuck you fuck you!"

Her robotic arm scrabbles for his face, sharp nails trying to sink into his skin -- but then she's trying to yank herself free-- and then

you don't even deserve to live if you can't even escape one little boy

the long, sharp nails that were just a second ago trying to maim him are now jamming themselves into her chest, ripping at skin and trying to break bone to hurt her, to make her die in the most painful way she can think of. And for a moment, she's almost completely human; the metallic shrieks and glitches turn into a pained, high-pitched scream as her own body attempts to decimate her.

Edited 2012-02-07 08:29 (UTC)

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