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Because I know I'm not the only one whose thought of this.

It's the....

Ten Years Later RP Meme!

To put it simply, how do you think your character will have developed over ten years on the Good Meatship Stacy?

And playing them like it's ten years later.

Comments

Oh good. :D

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega gestures at a holographic schematic of the Berserk Fury with the armor pulled out from it] There are these couplings for the armor to hook up to the body. That new set we found on that trading world has some broken ones and we have to fix those before it'll work.

Even then, Fury's not real happy about it. [He runs a hand through his hair, which is already mussy. He's been at this for days.]

Re: Oh good. :D

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Vega, she is about to reintroduce you to a comb. Comb, Vega, Vega, Comb. Become good friends today.] Of course he isn't. The day that it's totally content, you should probably hope that we can run very fast.

Why don't you take a break? A proper one. [Hello, kettle. Sherry is actually writing up her report, away from medical because she's been grumped at once already today for not going to sleep. And skipping meals. And holing herself up.]

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[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega scratches his chin.] Well, that's true. He's insulted that I wanna try a set of armor that might be better.

[He shakes his head] Anyway, aren't you the one who's usually telling me to get back to work on stuff?

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[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She nods] Right up to the point where you start looking like you're going to sand the Fury and the rest of the vehicles down there with your chin.


[She pokes the five o'clock shadow starting to form, and pushes a long lock of blond hair off her shoulder before going back to work.]

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[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega touches his own face and oh, hey. He hadn't noticed that. 8|] Hey!

[He looks over at where Sherry's working, and raises an eyebrow.] Well what're you doing, huh?

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[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Sherry holds the datapad to her chest] Nothing. [Wow, that was said too quickly to be believable.] Er, I mean, nothing important.

[She starts to leaaaan away from him.]

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[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Riiiiight. [Vega smells hypocrisy.]

How long have you been doing this not important thing?

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[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Mumble mumble mumble]days[mumble mumble mumble] s'important!

[Okay, okay, fine. She may have the start of rings under her eyes, and possibly looks a little bit like she could use some time in some sensorium sunshine, probably, but really. She's fine! Look how fine!]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[He laughs] Sheeerrryyyy, what do I always tell you? And everybody else? You work too hard.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

I do not! [She harrumphs at him] I work just the same as everyone else in medical does. [You are not helping your case here, Sherry] I mean, no one's passed out at their station in... in weeks now!

[That would be two weeks. No one's worked themselves into exhaustion in two whole weeks.]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

There's only an 's' on that because there's been two of them. [He knows. Oh snap.]

And it's not like anybody's been really hurt lately. Except that one thing, but that's kind of dealt with now. [He makes a :\ face.]

You should go do something fun. Live a little, you know?

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She makes a :\ face back, damn you, who said you could suddenly become knowledgeable, Vega? :|] Okay, okay. [mumble mumble]

But, I'll only go and take a break if you do the same thing. [Hah! Have a loophole, Vega. :|]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

But that's different! [He must protest! The giant robot, Sherry! D:]

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

No, it isn't! [Your protests fall on deaf ears, sir! Deaf and linefacey ears!] I bet you haven't even eaten yet, and you're telling me to go off and live a little? Hmph.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[He siiiiiighs. Sherrrryyyyy] Fine, if I go eat something will you chill out?

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She does not relent. Veeeeegaaaaaaaa. She almost pouts, or at least, does what counts as a pout for Sherry, anyway.] Fiiiiiiine. Jeez.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Alright then. [He reluctantly powers down the console and gets up, but once he's done that he's already on his way to disconnecting from work.]

Come on.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes and looks at her datapad, making sure to save before powering it off and stowing it away in that old, beat up, leather bag that used to be blue, but has faded to grey-ish]

I'm coming, I'm coming. [She pauses] Wait! Where're 'we' going. I know where you're going.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

We are gonna go get some lunch. [And he will wristdrag if he must! 8Db]

Because I know if I let you out of my sight, you'll just sneak off somewhere and keep doing that.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She gasps in that indignant how-dare-you! way before drooping] You're not allowed to know me that well, jerk.

[Grumble. But, it's said with affection. Really.]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega laughs. Why is he in such a good mood? Wasn't he just grumpy? Oh right. Getting away from work!]

Don't be such a grouch, it's a thursday. We get real food!

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[It's because you're bi-polar, Vega. But that's okay, she's used to it by now] Is it? I could've sworn it was a Tues-- I mean, right! Of course it's Thursday.

[A pause]

You're such a sucker for Real Food days, you know. [She threads her arm through his as they walk.]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Secret: He only knows because of the access date on the console.]

Well, why not? It's so much better than what we usually get. [He straightens up a little bit, moving his arm to make the threading easier.]

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Cheater.]

It is, but even then you can go eat the sensorium food and cheat a little. [Not that they really have time for the sensoriums, or rather, not that she has time.] And I buy stuff on shore leave, sometimes.

[You know, like those little snack cakes that you demolished, Vega. Sob.]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

It's not the same, though. [Vega demands REAL sugar! And caffeine! And salt!]

And I like it when you share. [He smiles.] Especially because my pay's gonna be hung up on this Z Armor for like... [he thinks] The next forever, I think.