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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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Without missing a beat, he's down on his knees and rolling her over, wiping dirt off her face.

"It means I need you."

His growls increased in volume the more the creature talked. At this point it was just annoying, all these sounds he couldn't understand, this massive barrier between them. He dragged gouges in the wall with his claws in irritation. He paced back and forth out of the creature's range of seeing.

The creature stopped for a moment and made a shape with his hands. The best stopped and squinted at it. That was another thing that couldn't quite be called familiar, but something close to it.

That shape...

He traced it in the wall with a claw, and then after some hesitation, three others. Diamond. Club. Spade.

He could still count, sort of. One, two, three, four. There had been four of these shapes, each with a different meaning, each important. Four. There had been a word...

Snarling in frustration, he dragged his claws through the shapes, scratching them out. He just couldn't understand.

He hears the noises, but he doesn't show fear. If he shows much fear, it'll be the end for him. All of the work would have been for naught.

He pulled the wand out again, but does it with care. He knows to tread great caution. The wrong move could also bring the same fate. He held it up slightly in his grasp, but did not turn it on Gamzee. Instead, it went elsewhere.

"Remember, you're still a troll," He spoke, pointing at the wall. As he moved it, the shapes that he had drawn came back, illuminated by his magic. "See? You remembered the quadrants."

He's a bit impressed, but he moves it to add to the shapes that were faintly glowing. The others fade a bit, but the heart stays. "What about this?" He asked, drawing their symbols on either side of the heart.

He snarls at the magic. It reminds him too much of that stinging light that protected this creature before. He throws a rock in the direction of the creature, not aiming to hit him but just to scare him off of ever doing that again. He doesn't like light, even when it's natural. Prey comes with fire or lights sometimes and he hates it.

He paces around in the darkness for a bit, calming down before thinking about the other symbols the creature drew. One of them is completely foreign to him, but the other.

That's his. It was him. He always sort of thought that that shape defined him, was what he was supposed to call himself. He carved it into bones sometimes.

He looks around now in his den for a good example, eventually finding a skull with the symbol scratched into it. He tosses it into the light and it rolls toward the creature.

The stone whizzes past him, successfully startling him to break his concentration. The light is much more dim now, like how mushrooms give that faint glow in the dark or something. He's intent of keeping that lit as well as he could.

When he watches the skull roll toward him, he rolled it over carefully, looking to see why he had done that. The symbol. He knows of who he is.

"And you remember that. The symbol is yours. You're Gamzee, Gamzee Makara." He began to explain, turning it against the ground. He reached down and tossed it back to him to the dark. "An indigo blooded troll."

She just stares at him blankly for a moment. You know those really uncomfortable silences that seem to last forever?

And ever?

And ever?

"Don't talk to me like I'm a wiggler." She's not angry, exactly - the response is more cold than anything. "I always know what I'm doing. Which is probably why you're jealous."

...Which is bullshit and they both know it. But still.

"No shittier than someone who barely remembers how to do it," Sollux reminds him. "And I guess my life filtered through the eyes of a moron is better than nothing at all, ehehehehe."

Buffy ponders this for a moment. The act of physically writing something down could potentially trick her memory into thinking it's writing to a very slow drive, and make it easier to remember. Or, if nothing else, she'll be able to look at it and remind herself what she's remembered.

She nods. "Yes. If it's not any trouble. I think it might help."

...She grabs a whole three pieces of popcorn and adventurously puts all three in her mouth at once. She is such a badass.

Vriska still doesn't bother to get up, instead choosing to hunch forward a little and pick at the dried blood under her fingernails. Classy.

"Don't be globes-ass retarded. Like I'd let something kill me!" She brings a hand up to her face, examining the still-dirty nails for a second before wiggling her fingers. "Lost a couple of fingers to one of those robots with the laser things. So I killed myself to get them back!"

Wiggle, wiggle.

"See. Good as new. But thanks for the free ride back planetside! Totally appreciate it."

And she goes back to scraping little blue flakes off her hands again. Vriska Serket: classiest houseguest.

God did he hate that. It was awkward and dumb and ugh.

"It was a friendly reminder from a friend. I wasn't fuckin' talkin' t'you like I'm your superior or somethin'," He told her with such a dead pan tone to it. Business as usual for the two of them.

That stare that she had given him? Right back, just... only half of what she had, since. Haha... yeah. "... Yes, Serket. That's exactly why I'm jealous of you."

"Don't worry. I figure it won't be that hard for us t'figure out." A chuckle, and he slowly rises from the ground. "I promise I'll try t'keep it neutral for you."

He almost let that last part slide, but he catches it. "... And I'm not a moron."

Sollux's psionics glow around Eridan and curl around his body, almost tender.

"That's the best I can do right now," he says quietly. "I'll let you know when it's ready. You better visit before then, though."

When he expected pain from the psionics, he was almost shocked to feel the opposite. He curled his arms around his sides, closing his eyes for a moment. It's almost as if he can feel him. He was going to feel him again soon and he was so happy to know this.

"It works... It really does," Eridan replies back, straightening his figure and fluttering his eyes open. These good feelings he was feeling, he slowly begins to walk backwards, grinning a bit. "I'll be back in a bit, actually. I just want to get somethin' t'eat and grab a couple a things."

As he draws closer to the exit, he stops, looking back, then towards him yet again. "I ... Hey Sol'?"

Rose is pretty much certain that she's just trying to get a rise out of her. It's just Vriska being Vriska. She's trying to save face. Funny thing is, that doesn't make Rose feel any better, so she smacks her hand and then grabs her own hoodie by its collar, lifting her up.

"I'm unaware if your brain or pan or whatever you want to call it has rotted so thoroughly as you're determined to make it seem, but I'll remind you that you were dead for several hours. Put your brain to use and take a moment to imagine exactly what, say, Hypatia could've done to you while you were you left deceased and defenseless for several hours, Serket."

Then, she lets go, her disgust all too apparent, even with those shitty irony shades masking her eyes. "Rest assured, I only ferried you here to avoid a circumstance where we'd have another God Tier hunting us down. J--" She pauses, shakes her head, and continues. "One is more than enough."

He says nothing but a small grunt of confirmation, stretching out and watching Shockwave do his work.

Eyes half-lidded, slightly annoyed. He's suddenly hit with a wave of unfamiliar nostalgia. It makes him growl and narrow his eyes. Something so familiar.

He swears they've done this before.

No. Not his memories. Not important. He pushes back the notion of wanting to be together. Asking Shockwave to hold him. It puts a bitter taste in his mouth. It's all weak notions.

Probably just the feeling of vulnerability from not having his suit on.

"Yeah?" He lets the glow fade as Eridan walks away, pausing expectantly.

Rose follows Kanaya with her eyes, conflicted. Her instinct is to fire again, but she hesitates. She keeps the weapon leveled at her for the next moment or two, but doesn't warm it up again, as if she's afraid to do something for fear that she may startle her into running away like a deer or something.

"...Kanaya."

Well, she can't think of much else to start with.

"I hate you." He simply says, trying not to smile too much. "And I will always hate you, no one will fill what you've carved into me, no matter how much they try."

He lifts his hands up, making them into a shape of a spade. He knows that he can't give the symbol back in the state he's in, but... he couldn't help it. Those tiny gestures that they used to give each other, they were hard to shake off. "If I'm gone for longer than a bit, feel free t'remind me however you can. I'm goin' t'make time for you, one way or another."

"You will. Or I'll do it for you."

And with that, Sollux burns a spade through Eridan's shirt with his psionics and shoves him out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Proved him wrong. Wow, someone (Eridan) panicked as he was shoved out to deal with the burn, actually pulling off the shirt because of it. Well then.

He looks back to the door, shaking his head. He was on a timer right now, and he was going to get what he needed. He was so determined to make this work again, in whatever way it could.

He just growls again, satisfied with how the light has dimmed. That's not so bad.

He doesn't know what the creature is saying now. He traces his symbol on another skull and tosses it to the creature again. The creature seems to like that. The noises he's making are starting to be less irritating and almost soothing. He's even starting to like listening to it.

When it was tossed back to him, he picked the skull up again. He didn't have a clue as to why he was about to do what he did, but he lifted his thumb to his mouth, biting down enough to cause himself to bleed a bit. Where his symbol rest in the skull, he pressed his thumb into it, sliding his finger to draw his own on top of it.

It was almost a bold move, he'd have to figure. After doing so, he tosses it right back. "Try to remember who I am, Gam'. It's Eridan Ampora, the Prince of Hope. ... Your fishybro."

He blinks when the skull comes rolling back to him. There's something else on there now. Blood. That nice bright purple of this creature's. He's made one of those symbols again.

Meaningless. He just licks the blood off and tosses the skull aside.

He really didn't know how to react. He blinks a few times then lifts himself off the ground. This was... going a lot better than expected. He has another bold thought, the wand still clutched between his fingers.

The fishtroll takes a deep breath, and slowly advances forward. He knows that he must pace himself. Few steps at a time. After about six or so, he stops, as if asking permission to continue forward.

The creature is coming closer.

He growls in warning. What does this creature think he's doing? He should know better. He growls again, but the creature keeps approaching. He isn't sure how to react to this. He doesn't really want to kill this one, so why the hell is he testing him?

For now he lets the creature approach, just glaring and snarling.

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