Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

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!

<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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[selfkismesis]

Karkat eats the rest of the cookie, before shoving the other half of the sandwich at Gamzee. It's rude to eat all of someone else's food, jeez.

"You doing okay?"

[mirthful]

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."

[selfkismesis]

...Oh.

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

[mirthful]

"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.

[selfkismesis]

"Yeah, well, none of this is how it was supposed to turn out." There's a hint of defensiveness there. Karkat keeps a long list of failures wrapped up in his skull, and unfortunately, many of those failures involve Gamzees. Losing the first Gamzee, failing to sent this Gamzee to his city, failing to get this Gamzee's moirail, failing to be his moirail (honestly, though, he doesn't think he could be anyone's moirail now).

"Do you think Sollux could do anything? He's good with all the... mind-fighting shit or whatever."

[mirthful]

Gamzee shakes his head. "Ain't nothin' I want him to do, even if he motherfuckin' could." And he doesn't even know if he can. The yellow-blooded troll had enough of his own problems as it was. "I'll be fine."

He stands, walking to Karkat's side and slinging both arms over his shoulders. "What're you workin' on, anyway?"

[selfkismesis]

Karkat leans against Gamzee (not too much, only a little) before pointing at the maps. He's got about three sectors in front of him, covered in grey and lime green writing and markings. It's pretty much incomprehensible.

"Trying to figure out which sectors Harley frequents. There's nothing worse for a rescue party than her popping up in the middle of it, guns blazing."

[mirthful]

"Might be our robosis there ain't so much followin' a set route as she's followin' us. Get what a brother's sayin' at you here?"

If it became too coincidental, than perhaps there wasn't much coincidence involved at all.

[selfkismesis]

Those simple statements draw Karkat's full attention. He's silent, mentally cross-applying missions interrupted by Harley and the individuals involved with those missions. Here and there, sure, she'd strike parties with no past with her, but the vast majority of confrontations involved either Karkat, Dave, Vriska, or others who had known her. He'd need to check his records to confirm, but...

"Fuck," his voice is in awe, "You're a goddamn genius."

[mirthful]

"Nah... Plannings a lot like art sometimes. If you're havin' trouble, look for a different perspective or step away for a while."

He shrugs. "You would've thought of it yourself eventually."

[selfkismesis]

"It would have taken me for-fucking-ever." Which is true. Karkat was under the sinking suspicion that if Gamzee hadn't taken a look at this shit, he'd be mulling it over for weeks.

"If differing perspective's all I need, maybe you should help me plan more often."

[mirthful]

"Don't gotta be me, bro. But you know I'd never mind it." It was basically a given that Gamzee could be half buried under rocks somewhere and he'd still find a way to crawl to Karkat's side if he was needed.

This may or may not be rather pathetic of him, but he's long since stopped caring.