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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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[ He just stares them down for a long moment, knowing they've had this conversation before but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. Instead of arguing, he just shakes his head, shoving past Wash carelessly and grabbing the chip to unhook it and slide it into his pocket again, where he normally keeps it. ]

Sure. Hope none of us get captured like that otherwise we're clearly shit out of luck, huh.

[ it's petty and stupid and wrong, he knows it ( hopes it ) but that doesn't stop the words and he knows he's fucked up as soon as he says them, just going still, standing there. ]

Don't know why it's okay to leave him behind. S'all.

It's not the same thing.

[She follows him, tensing when he grabs the chip, ready to lunge at him if he decides to slide it back in again.

But he doesn't, and she slides her hands carefully up his back instead, pressing against his side and looking up at him.]

York. None of us wanted to leave him behind, okay? Nobody wanted to.

But even if we could get him back, even if it was safe to try - it wouldn't do any good. You know it wouldn't.

[She goes quiet for a moment, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.]

He's not Delta anymore.

Son of a bitch.

[ It's just a quiet little mutter, more directed at this whole fucked-up situation than either of them, and Wash leans back against the wall, watching Sarah go to him and hoping it makes some kind of difference.

They've had this conversation before, but they shouldn't have needed to, only they just keep seeming to have the same arguments over and over again. ]

You get that, don't you? He's gone.

[ He just looks at them both for a long moment, shoulders tight and jaw clenched.

It's not like that. They don't get how it is, not without him in their heads. He's a person, yeah, but he's data too and data can be uncorrupted.

They've had this same fight over and over and he usually just gives it up with a fine, fine, but he doesn't want to, not right now. ]

Don't get how all of you are just okay. Being like this.

[ He drags a hand through his hair, just looking at them, circles under his eyes. ]

Spent more time running and hiding in the last half of my life than I ever fucking expected to.

[ And it's true, too. He'd spent time with Delta, hiding and running and trying his best to remain under the radar. And then with this-- he's tired of running. He can't sleep, he can't think half the time, and much as he loves the other two, this is wearing him ragged and thin. ]

[Sarah snorts, exhausted and bitter, letting her hands fall away from him.]

Yeah. Because it's just a bed of roses for the rest of us, you know.

[She backs away, sitting down heavily on a chair and resting her head in her hands, fingers buried in her hair.]

Because this is really what I want to be doing. It's not like it's exactly what I've been fighting against my whole life or anything.

[She looks up at him, the bags under her eyes as dark as his.]

What the fuck do you want us to say, York? I'm sorry about Delta. I am. But we can't get him back.

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.

[ 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.

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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

[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.

[ Wash had adjusted with time-- years and years on fucking years, and that idea alone scares him beyond all reason. He doesn't want to end up like this for years. He can't imagine waking up and going to bed feeling like his head is swimming and empty and wrong.

Both of their hands ease over him, and York curls an arm around her waist, pressing his face into her chest, curling his arm around Wash's waist too, just hugging them for a long moment, fisting his hand in Wash's shirt. ]

I'm not going anywhere, but I-- Jesus, I can't keep my head straight half the time.

And how exactly is that new?

[ It's not exactly a good time for jokes, and it's too rough and empty to really have much humor to it, but Wash doesn't care, just squeezing him closer and leaning down to press his head against his. He knows what York's going through, knows how wrong his head must feel after so long with Delta mixed in to every little part of it, and he strokes his hand back and forth through his hair, holding tight. ]

You have us, Sean. You always held us together. Let us do the same thing, okay?

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[Sarah smiles a little at the joke, not really amused, just wrapping her arms tight around York and holding him close.

She raises her head enough to press a kiss into his hair, gentle, and draws back, looking at him with a sigh.]

You're exhausted.

[Disentangling her arms from him, she stands, catching York's hand in hers and tugging gently.]

C'mon. I think we could all use some sleep.

[ York doesn't smile, doesn't laugh, just looks at Wash like he doesn't get the joke, and shakes his head, drawing back a little until Sarah hugs him like that.

He's always exhausted, that's not really a new thing.

Just looking at her for a long moment, he looks like he wants to fight about it, but swallows it down, just nodding, standing up between the two of them. He's exhausted but he doesn't think he can sleep with his mind on overdrive like this; he'll come with them anyway, since it's easier when they're there. ]

Sure.

[ It's to her and to Wash's comment, rubbing his eyes to try and chase the burning away, but it doesn't do much good. It's routines he depends on right now, following those rather than anything else, because it's all jumbled and wrong and messed up in his head. ]

[ Wash slides an arm under York's on autopilot, holding him up and steady as he guides him down the hall towards the bedroom. He knows York doesn't want to be coddled, doesn't want them to have to support him, but he's getting worse, not better, and he's not going to give up on him any time soon.

He leans in to press a kiss to his temple and nudges him towards the bed, drawing back enough to tug his jacket off. ]

Just-- c'mere, lie down with us and close your eyes for a little while, okay?

[Furniture's hard to get on Asphodel these days - most things are hard to get, actually, but the bed's their one luxury. It's big enough for all three of them, soft and firm and comfortable, because they all have enough trouble sleeping without bedsprings digging into their backs.

Sarah kicks off her shoes and turns out the light, letting the weak light from the small window illuminate the room, and pulls back the blankets, crawling in after York with a tired sigh.]

Just try and rest, okay?

[ At least thieving isn't as hard here. Shitty as a thought as it is, he doesn't mind stealing what they need, if they don't need it, if they have too much. He doesn't ask their permission anymore-- he just does what he needs to keep them alive. ]

...Shit.

[ York just sighs it out, curling up between the two of them, shrugging his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants, tossing them aside so he's just wearing a tanktop and boxers, curling between them. ]

Y'know I'm sorry. Right?

[ Things are rough out here, that much goes without saying -- they have to bargain with whatever other survivors they can find, and more often than not the deal goes south. They've done what they had to in order to make it, and Wash is long past having any regrets about it.

Wash drags off his jeans, climbing in next to York in a wifebeater and boxers, and just slides an arm around him, fingers brushing over Sarah's side where he can reach her as he spoons up next to York. ]

We know. It's okay.

[Sarah kicks her pants off, too, and unhooks her bra, slipping it off from underneath her shirt and cuddling up next to York, tugging the blankets over all three of them.]

Just promise not to do it again, huh?

[She presses her lips against his cheek, and reaches down to where Wash is brushing his hand against her side, tangling their fingers together as she rests her head against York's shoulder.]

We need you safe.

[ Hng. :( He knows that they need him to keep sane to be able to stay safe, knows that him not contacting Delta is the way they'll stay safest besides the obvious, but--

York curls into the spooning with a heavy sigh against Sarah's neck, curling in close to both of them, eyes still burning. Maybe it's from the tiredness, maybe from tears, he doesn't know any longer. ]

Yeah. Need you guys safe too. Can't imagine losing--

[ No, he's just not going to go there. ]

Shh.

[ Wash slides a hand over York's waist and over his sides, just letting him feel the warmth of his hand. It's not much, but he knows how much feeling them close helps York, and it does wonders for him and Sarah too.

The longer York is like this, the more Wash worries he'll turn out like he did, but he's got them. It won't happen again.

He presses a kiss to the side of York's neck, gentle, and lets out a slow breath over the empty slot in his head, knowing better than to touch it right now. ]

You won't.

[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.

[ He can't sneak out like this, but he knows better than to do that, anyway. They'd see him, they'd hear him. They'd do something and-- he can't keep doing this to them. He knows how stressful it was for them when Wash was unstable and he can't fathom them dealing with him doing this.

York kisses the nape of her neck, gentle, just nodding mutely.

He loves them both, but he loves Delta too, and he can't-- just sitting there doesn't sit right. It just doesn't. ]

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