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[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

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.

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[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.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Pats his arm. Ohay, Vega's arm muscles. How you doin'?] There, there. [Goodbye, paycheck, she already sees you going off to feed Vega's addiction to her snack cakes, Earth sodas, and instant coffee mixes.] Maybe you just need to budget.

Or butter up the head of engineering.