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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[astrometry]

"L-- love?"

She's still frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. His hand is touching her cheek and it's warm; her tears fall freely, though she isn't sure why.

"I loved you once. I think."

[derpbert]

God, she's crying and he's not really even sure she's conscious of it or at least of why she's doing it, and it brings him to tears of his own, prickling in his eyes and threatening to spill over onto his cheeks.

"Yeah," he replies faintly. "I think you did."

He moves slowly, gingerly, giving her plenty of time to push him away, but he wants to hug her right now. And if she kills him for it, so be it.

It's not like anyone knows he's here, anyway.

[astrometry]

She stands there until he wraps her arms around her.

Slowly, carefully, she hugs him back. "This is how you hug your friiiiiiiends, r-right?"

[derpbert]

"This is how you hug your friends," he affirms. She's so tiny, compared to him now, and he's not even all that big. She's just skin and bones and metal, and just... tiny.

It's kind of hard to believe it's really the girl who befriended him when he arrived, a version of the girl who sacrificed her dream self to save a boy she hardly knew.

He can't decide if he wants to say anything right now, he's a little afraid he'll set her off, say the wrong thing. He'll just hold her, for right now.

[astrometry]

She doesn't subsist on much; part of her wants to starve to death, the other half doesn't need to eat in order to live. So she's awkward angles and almost starving, hunger pangs and no need for human food.

"We're friends," she affirms, voice extremely slow to prevent the glitching. Something about that word -- friends -- makes her body jerk subconsciously, like a warning sign. Something that shouldn't happen.

[derpbert]

Jegus Christ. He's glad to have this moment, though. If nothing else, it's further proof that Jade's still in there, even if she's fractured, twisted, she's still Jade.

"Yeah." John can't bring himself to let go. Oh god, he can't believe she's still alive and this thin. "I'll be your friend until the day I die. No ifs, ands, or buts."

[astrometry]

"Until the day I d-die." She's still crying, only now it's on his shoulder. And now it almost seems conscious; the steady sobbing of a little girl who never got to grow up the way she wanted to. "D-don't leeeeeave me like this, John."

[derpbert]

"Shhhh, it's okay," he murmurs, and strokes her hair softly. "I promise, I won't leave you here. I won't even think about leaving until you're safe. I promise, I promise. Cross my heart."

He doesn't even want to let go, to be honest. He wants to pull her down on his ratty little mattress, in his bare little room, and shooshpap her until rescue comes.

But he knows he can't. So he'll just hold her until she won't let him anymore.