singularityderp | 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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[ 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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