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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[princeofhope]

He turned his attention off Gamzee to glance about the den, actually seeing what it was. His eyes go to the horn pile, looking in amazement. He had done what he did, he kept them and he had actually piled them. Then his eyes moved to survey the rest of it.

It felt strange, but he felt as if he's seen this before in a way, but not him who had actually seen it.

Either way, his gaze returns to Gamzee, he draws closer, enough distance between him to where he can actually touch him again. He then reaches out again, his hand moves up to his forehead, moving away the hair to press his palm to it.

[gamzgrewup]

The beast rumbles almost sleepily at that touch. Yes, he rather likes this creature, for some reason. He makes no move to pull back or get away.

[princeofhope]

He hums a little in amusement, then dips his head down to press his forehead against Gamzee's. He couldn't believe how large he had gotten in such a time.

Sighing gently, his hands move to his hair, finding their way in to scratch at his scalp. It was just like before, even if they had both very much changed. His voice is hushed when he speaks, rubbing their foreheads together. "I've missed you so much."

[gamzgrewup]

Huh. That scratching actually feels...rather good. He sort of flumps onto his side, glaring at the creature and daring him to stop scritching.

[princeofhope]

Now, why would he stop? He can clearly see that he's enjoying it, moving in small circles as he scratched. "You always did love this." He mused, giving him little kisses on the bridge of his nose. "Which, I don't blame you, I like it a lot, too."

[gamzgrewup]

The beast curls up a little and closes his eyes. Whatever this is, it's okay. Nice, even. He's okay with this.

[princeofhope]

He smiles as he sees his eyes close. Without letting up on the scratches, he slides himself over to his side. His blissful state is extremely contagious, but he... is really hesitant to try to do what he wants to do. Removing one hand from his head, he uses it to try to lift up the other's hand. Let's... see if Gamzee will allow him to cuddle, or if that might be too much.

[gamzgrewup]

He's half-asleep now, so barely even reacts as the creature curls up to him.

[princeofhope]

Since he does not, he removes his other hand to stop scratching his head. He slides himself into his arms, curling up against him. It was so good to have him again, even if he wasn't all there just yet. He would have to work with it, chisel at the wall that lay in front of the memories and habits that he used to have.

For now, this is perfect. He's basically what he always feared he would become one day, unable to take to what he loved. If he could forget about all of the fighting, the business with Sacrosanct, everything for just even a small amount of time and pretend that everything was just a dream... well, he'd be so happy for that.