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Ten Years Later RP Meme!

That's right folks, it's now time to see how exactly Ten Years on the the Love Boat Good Ship Lollipop Gilligan's Island Stacy has gone by for your characters.

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[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Well, she's not a girl of fourteen anymore. She's a young woman of twenty-four and she's still just as good of a pilot as she ever was. Probably better. She still learns fast. She still can pull of maneuvers - in her X-Wing or in her Eva - that'll make your head spin.

But she's aged. She's changed. She's mellowed, if that's possible. She's not as loudly arrogant or condescending. She still has her moments, of course, but she isn't the insufferable brat she used to be either; no, her arrogance is quieter now. She still thinks she's the best (and she might actually deserve the title by now), but it's the playful swagger of a crack pilot, at ease with herself and her position. It's not the insecurities of a teenager anymore.

She still has issues, of course. She doesn't let many people get close to her, if at all. She still hates dolls. She still has problems talking to people about what bothers her or what her problems are. She still harbors insecurities.

But she's better. She's definitely better.

Asuka's grown into a tall young woman, willow, slender and in the best shape of her life, probably. She still runs and exercises as regularly as she can and her continued study of hand-to-hand combat means she's no slouch in a brawl. Her hair she keeps long, like she always does.

She's made lieutenant, finally. On the track to become captain, if she keeps it up.

Time rolls by.]</sub>

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

Ten years. Ten years in the godforsaken silence. None of his species. None of his daughters. None of his friends. Nothing of the society, the cause he's supposed to be fighting for.
Dozens of ways and plans for contacting or waking them have come and gone.

He still tends his flocks; they're larger now, and he's got a lot of people working with him.

He makes the young ladies more ice cream and tries not to go mad.

[godchu.livejournal.com]

"Pikaaa" Pikachu poked at the Chancellor's leg, asking if he was okay. The electric lagomorph hadn't really changed much in ten years, and was still as perceptive as ever.

[pinkbridgebunny.livejournal.com]

[Feldt has grown up even more, she's still got pink hair, but she's cut it short. She's gone from knowing how to just work on the Celestial Being Gundams to several different types of fighters. She still lets no one near the CB Gundams and somehow she's taken over another small ship for them to use.

They've become an even more secretive group. They hardly ever interact with any of the other groups on the ship and only if they have to. They plan on doing what they can to keep up the goals of Celestial Being, even though the world that they know is long gone.

She's also spending more and more time with one Setsuna F. Seiei. Three guesses as to why and the first two don't count.]

[a_mere_human]

[Its because she's helping him design and build a new Gundam! Duh!

Also, they're dating.]

[arach-nerd.livejournal.com]

[At 26 years old, the younger Peter was, when compared to his older counterpart, still the skinnier of the two. The fact that he still relied on his agility in battle over his considerable strength had likely attributed to that. He still worked in Science and for the Daily Planet.

And, while not content with the crew's lot, Peter was still relatively happy. The ring on his finger attested to that, as did his daughter, brown haired with alien green eyes, who was running somewhere around the ship.]

[starbolts]

[By some miracle, they had come to a point where they could escape the Bleed long enough to initiate and complete a successful pregnancy---of course, it helped that Tamaranean pregnancies did not require as long of an incubation period as humans'. She had married charming young Peter for the warmth of his personality and had not been disappointed.

Starfire was bigger, stronger now, but she still mothered with the same bright energy as always.]

Good morning, good morning! [No one in the Parker clan escaped her morning ritual: swooping down for kisses.]

[governorkang]

[Not all of Kang's family had woken up, but he wasn't alone anymore. One of his daughters, Kali, had woken up around ten years ago; it had been a bit of a shock, since she'd been nabbed from ten years after him, but they'd adjusted to it. And, two years later, Fonrar had woken up. He still missed his other children, including the second clutch that he hadn't even gotten to meet back on Krynn, but having two members of his family around gave him more hope that they were all alive in the pods somewhere.

And, his mate was gravid again. Stacy had okayed children a few years back.

He still had a seat on the Council, and took care of the tavern, and he didn't look any different beyond a few new scars. And, that was where he was that night, relaxing in a chair with some ale.]

[mayday-spider.livejournal.com]

"Hiya Mr. Kangaroo" Yes, it was May Parker, using that infernal nickname her father, the younger of the two Peter's, had given him along the way.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Karis is, of course, still a zombie. She hasn't aged all that much, just by looking at her. A few bits here and there are gone, but she's still Karis. Still kicking, still lurking around the ship, occasionally badmouthing people and still being an unholy terror when she gets the chance.

She trusts the crew more. Thinks of them as allies, a few of them even as friends.

But she's bitter. Very bitter. She gets to watch them all age and moveo n with their lives and from her point of view, she's stuck in the same damn place. Not that she ever really lets on to that, of course.

She still hates it.]</sub>

[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei wasn't quite certain when she had discovered when Karis and herself had similiar dietary tastes. Had it been in a restaurant on an away mission, where their eyes met across a Carnivores-Only table? Or on a battlefield where one or the other of them went back for seconds?

Well, now that Anwei was well embedded in Medical, she had the opportunity to do some organ growing on the side. And of course, if someone had to have something amputated, it seemed a shame to let the flesh go to waste.

She caught Karis' eyes and silently mouthed, Meat?

[a_mere_human]

[By this time, Setsuna and the rest Celestial Being existed more as outlaws, then as crew members. They did what they felt was right, even if that meant they had to opposed and fight the crew, even to the death. Eradicating war, and ensuring that one side of a war emerged victorious, weren't the same thing. So while he did have some friends (well, associates and allies), he also made his fair share of enemies on the ship over the years.]

[telekinetic_badass]

[Julian... or rather, Lt. Commander Keller had actually changed a lot over the years. Sure, he was still a jerk sometimes, but he had matured a great deal; he was no longer the malicious jackass he used to be. He had grown into a fine leader too, once he managed to get over himself. Not to mention that he gained near perfect control of his tk by this point.

He was also a one-woman man... or at least, one woman at a time. Rather than an endless string of meaningless relationships, he had a few meaningful relationships, though none of which had worked out. He was still a flirt and a charmer, though.]

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

Commander.

_{[There's that familiar sing-song, although by now it's no longer the higher pitches of a teenager.]}

I have more paperwork for you.

_{[Asuka holds out a folder, a smirk on her face.]}

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

After podpopping for the second time, Sofia went back to work. Organizing Space Prom, dance classes, and trying to be as upbeat and optimistic as possible. She hit several major bumps along the way- not the least of which was trying to stay positive in the middle of a war over universes, but she did all right.

Also she looked fabulous. (http://moncheribridals.com/wp-content/uploads/SofiaSAG2.jpg) Totally not linking this because I was guh-ing over it with my friend the other day.

What do you mean a One Piece PB.

[thewunderkind]

Lash might have aged in appearance, but her personality is still as erratic as before. Just a lot more mellow.

The fact that she hasn't seen Hawke for more than ten years has since made her give up hope that he'd ever come out and oddly enough gave her some sport of closer that made Lash more liberated for it.At this point she'd be so different that he'd never recognize her. She's grown, and a shadow of her Black Hole self, but in mostly good ways. Woe to those who got into her ire. Lash was still quite as unforgiving as before.

Abilities wise, they've only grown. Lash continues to operate away from most of command, but it is much less of a lone wolf and completely approachable even if you're of the very nice sort. She continues to be up to her old ways, so many expect her give a teasing line or two.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Damn it, Lash!"

The Overlord had been through many trials and tribulations of his own (as detailed in a different thread) over the past ten years, and put much more himself on the surface than he ever knew (or was aware of). Lash of all people could tell when he wasn't really upset... like now.

"You're getting too damn strong. I actually leveled in that last sensorium battle. Level 2000 was nice and round! 2001 is silly!"

[staturity]

After some intense treatments (and surgeries), Cassie looked more or less normal. There was still some slight differences between the transplanted skin and the natural skin, but she'd long since gotten over obsessing over every minor imperfection.

While she still entered battle (when she had to), she focused more and more her role in the Engineering and Science departments. After a lot of research and work, she'd become an important member- no more scrubbing petri dishes for Luis. No, instead she had her own petri dish scrubber.

She was also still with her stalkerbot Jonas.

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky was NOT DEAD! ...Wait, what?

O.K., the Kawalsky that had been possessed by Shiva was dead, but in ten years a lot of people had popped. One of them was Major Charles Kawalsky, leader of SG-2, and NOT host to a goa'uld. There was plenty of confusion, suspicion, and some all around awkward- especially since Kawalsky acted almost exactly like the previous one.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi, being a Synthetic Human, looks exactly the same. Four hundred years from now, he will still look the same. His friends have all aged, grown up; some of them have been repodded or unpodded at some time or another, but he has remained constant. The possibility that he will watch them grow old and die is a very real possibility.

He doesn't mind... much. He is prepared to fight for as long as he has to.

He's developed other interests, become more comfortable talking to people... although he still doesn't consider himself human.

His hair is slightly longer and he is somehow more badass, because that's what happens during timeskip arcs.

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

Ildraniath is much the same as always. She's almost a mirror of him - almost. She will eventually die from old age, but four hundred years from now, she'll probably still be out and about. She has centuries yet to live and experience.

Zouichi has remained one of her closer companions on the ship throughout the last ten years.

She might even call him a friend by this point.

"Anything of import to note today?"

She checks up on him periodically. It isn't as if she has much else to do.

[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei has not aged well; she is still well-muscled and solid under her plantsuit, but the long lines of her mouth are stamped deep into her face, and she can no longer pass for human. Her species is not a long-lived one, and she is bleakly aware that she might die of old age before this war ends.

She doesn't talk much, anymore. It had been ten years without Horanckk, ten years without a trace of her best friend and confidant. And as time went by, more and more time without him, she found herself less and less able to connect to the people around her.

She's worked in every department, a year here, a year there, and improved every one with her work. She keeps working, new projects and plans all the time. And when the battles thunder around them and the non-combatants flee to the shelters, she is often first there – to spend her time sitting in the corner, staring silently, wondering which one of them is tasked to kill her if the Vizsnunishne were to arrive and try to save her. She knows too much about how the systems work to be allowed to leave, surely.

Right now she is far in the back of Medical, working on a fist-sized robot that can monitor people on the battlefield, remotely broadcast their location and condition, clamp a wound or provide oxygen or dispense any one of a dozen necessary drugs. And explode, violently, if it is captured or tampered with.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Anwei. What are you working on today?"

Zouichi has suspected that there has been something not-quite-right with Anwei for some time, but she's an exemplary crew member and 'I think she misses her AI too much' isn't exactly hard evidence. Many of the crew members have dealt with the years in one way or another; maybe this is simply hers.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

In a way, Howard's found out how to make himself valuable. His attention to detail and sharp observational skills have proven invaluable as he did his Medic training and worked in the Med Bay, and despite no formal schooling and an eternally atrocious bedside manner, many would consider him just as capable as any certified doctor on board. He's started expanding his chemistry knowledge and is now working on trying to figure out if some of the liquids Stacy produces in the Med Bay can be used as jet fuel.

Funny, no one in their right mind would have ever pegged him as a future doctor, back in the day.

Ever since Albert was repodded the Warehouse has fallen into some degree of disorganization, but Howard still claims he can find anything. As more of the City's been explored he's had to go out further into the boundaries to get to unexplored areas, but despite some more encounters with the creepy mold (which he still won't deal with without calling up someone more badass), he finds traveling in his ramshackle pickup to go collect knickknacks relaxing. His hoarding tendencies haven't changed.

Orc never showed up. Howard tries not to think about it. Thinking about it means either reacting to it or acknowledging that somewhere along the the line, he stopped needing Orc, and neither of those are avenues he wants to explore.

He never ended up tall, still the same 5'3 as always, though he's gained weight as his teen metabolism slowed down and his snacking and gorging habits took their toll. He wears his labcoat around like a symbol now, or maybe like armor.

He still wouldn't really call anyone on board a close friend.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi is glad that Howard's found something to do that doesn't involve under-the-table theft or trade (or that Howard has at least managed to conceal both under a veil of plausible deniability). He's gotten used to the occasional calls about the mold... and he does pop into Medical every once in a while to see how Howard's abusing his latest patient.

Today he's visiting for no reason. "You know, you should really wash that thing more often. Or dust the Warehouse with it less often."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

It's been a decade and a half since she was infested and she knows the word for it: stall. Life hasn't been getting easier, the nervous quirks and nightmares and mood swings haven't left, and so that's her word for it, stall. At least it isn't downward slide. Every once in a while a close friend will recommend therapy to her and she'll break something.

Thankfully, the rest of her life is pretty satisfying, at the moment. The book club came and went, then there was a sailing club in the Sensoriums, and a gardening project in the City, then she took up where Mary Jane Watson left off and organized building a park. When she goes into town, she can see physical reminders of her presence, and even her importance, on the ship. There's a new book club now, and Eva's fine playing the role of the kindly matron who runs it.

She still goes to the tavern, but at people's urging she quit drinking. It was not an easy task. Some days the red marks on her fists where she beat up the punching bag in the basement speak more of her mental state than any hangover could.

She ran for Council once, and she now sees her failure as a victory in disguise. She spends most of her designing projects on her own, most of which are just benign community-building exercises, but it gives her something to do and she can say she legitimately loves it at this point. She might have more acquaintances and friends than anyone else on the ship.

It's something.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi wasn't expecting that they'd get along as well as they had when he'd shown up in Eva's garden, but he found himself pleasantly surprised. He took it upon himself to visit more often -- and found that one of his new interests was in taking care of flowers.

"Your garden is looking quite well," he says, as he catches up with her.

[morphitudinous]

Years of war had taken their toll on Billy, but years of therapy and love had countered the worst of its effects. Physically, his appearance was largely the same---save for a few more scars and a more toned build. His face bore wrinkles too: some from stress, some from laughter. Somehow, he'd built up the strength to move on and experience his greatest joy in the present.

About six years ago, Billy and Ronnae had repeated their marriage vows to 'really' make them count. Boundless joy followed, but within he still carried the traumatic memories and lost friends he'd never forget. His goal now had taken on a new shade: fight hard, end this, and give a safer world to the future.

He worked as he always did, inventing and fighting, but he was now better about taking his time off than he ever was. Anyone who listened closely as he started to walk home would know why.

"I hope this surprise does it for them. The last one...well, it ended up all over the carpet."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae laughed a bit, trying to keep the kidlets from running all over the place as they knew their father was on the way. The twins jumped up and down near the door that they knew he'd walk in through and the newest addition rested sleepily in her arms as she rocked him with a warm smile and a sweet tune.

"Now now, you both should be behaving. Your papa won't give you your present if you pounce him as soon as he walks in you know."

"But maaaamaaaaaa~" they both said as if on cue, looking at each other and giggling at their usual joint responses. It seemed they knew just what to say and when to say it. "Ann'da will be here soon right mama?" one of them asked in a sweet voice, mixing Thalassian and English as they both had learned a few languages from their parents.

Ronnie smiled sweetly and nodded. "Should be a few more minutes I promise, or cookies on me okay?" she laughed a bit before continuing to sing to the kidlet in her arms.

The twin girls looked at each other with those light green eyes in confusion, they could get their papa... but if he took a bit longer, they could have cookies AND their papa! Shari and Marina grinned small mischievous smirks as they ran off to send Boomy and Flare to intercept their dad~

[hisfathersstaff.livejournal.com]

Older. Stronger. Damn near invincible.

Years of training and fighting had given Negi the physique most warriors dreamed of. He was strong, fast, capable. And still a kid in many ways. Those years of playing teenager were over, now that he was a seasoned adult with many powers under his disposal. The perpetual smell of ozone was distinct to him now, as he existed as a mostly lightning-based form unless he was off duty.

People had grown to accept their little powerhouse had grown up, and he was still a smiling young man, with big dreams.

He still wanted to see his father and mother again, but being together with Sasami seemed right.

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

And right with him, always by his side, was Sasami. Things had changed since those early days of being the cheerful little girl. While she was still that way as she grew up, she became stronger, talented and, in a way, useful. Her powers were still growing, still changing. Even though she was still nowhere as powerful as she once was with Tsunami, she was powerful in her own right.

And even during all that, one thing stayed the same - she was an excellent cook even after all those years.

"Negi..."

[bears-omnitrix.livejournal.com]

They say that once you see your future, you can always change it. It's what happened for Ben Tennyson. He had grown up, filled out, he was strong, capable. But most importantly, he was power incarnate.

He was in a word, Ultimate.

Ben 10,000 as the people of the Bleed called him. Forced to recognize that he was one of the biggest damn heroes in the galaxy and then some, the Superman-esque hero was flying through the Bleed without a suit of protective armor as he clicked a button at his ear.

"Ben 10,000 coming in for a landing."

"Roger that, Ben, you're clear for landing. Welcome back to Stacy."

Landing at one of the outer ring ports, Rein stood there, the girl in one of her casual outfits. "Welcome back Ben. What happened?"

"Same old mission. Go there, hobnob with the natives, land a plane from the outside." replied Ben with a grin. "What's to eat? I'm starving."

[at-a-peak.livejournal.com]

There was a distinct Look coming from his son. Devlin, now 22, was taller and stronger, but some things didn't change. For one, he still refused to cut his hair. And second, he still thought Ben was lame.

"How many times are you going to use that 'land a plane from the outside' line? It's losing its edge the more you say it."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae, well she hadn't changed much, at least physically, due to her elven heritage. It would take a few more decades for her to reach adulthood. Her personality however had begun healing thanks to her caring lover and her friendships. The children where a huge boost in her emotional state as well.

She was more active and her bright and sunny disposition was more apparent. Her shyness was still very much there, specially if caught off guard with key subjects and affectionate surprises. However she had also become more daring, her mother's influence starting to shine a bit more. Cocky at times and maybe even a bit flirty with those she was comfortable with, she was more open with her affection than before.

By this point in time she was well versed in a slew of tech from different worlds, being the perfectionist she is known to be in engineering, she had taken upon herself to be the best at everything available to her as far as engineering went.

[8wings.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Ronnae."

Anwei tried to keep her ties with Engineering open; she never knew when she would want to build some interesting new device and need their help. She'd admitted to herself a long time ago that she was better at knowing about things than knowing things; that she could remember that X device could be built, but not how to build it.

The main disadvantage to dealing with the people here is they insisted on her talking in complete sentences, instead of in Medical who she could just mumble at.

"How far did you get with the thallium cubes?" Those had been interesting: solid metal to all their scans, but they ticked. And when you sawed one in half, both halves started ticking. She'd finally given up and let Ronnae investigate them, and she was curious what had been found.

[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

It's quiet, in this part of the city. For ten years he has dreamed, waiting, hoping, sometimes wondering if he'll ever awaken.

It's quiet in Castle Oblivion, and only a select few could find the solitary man sleeping there in a throne fit for a king, symbols adorning the room all around the slumbering man.

He hasn't changed a day.

It's been years since Matt Olsen fell into the enchanted sleep, his heart off in the cosmos. And it is here where a young man with dark hair and dark skin stands looking at himself with something indistinguishable in his eyes. He has no emotion, no heart. And yet, the pair are mirror images, one light, one dark.

"You're always the light, and I the dark. Don't worry, I'm taking care of them for the both of us."

He watches him sleep, knowing that sometime in the future he'll awaken. Because there is always a Birth By Sleep.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

But there is one other person still waiting, still wondering when that time will come. Kaya was used to waiting, after all, she'd done it for two years before the ship had gotten her right, hadn't she? Of course, she had dated Nokosi for awhile, and they had been good together until he left, but Kaya knew in her heart he would leave someday: it was his way.

But Matt. Matt she still waited for too, remembering the days they spent together, laughing, sweet and innocent. And with all he'd been through with her, she loved him, and hoped one day that he would wake up.

Seeing the man that looked just like him, she waved in greeting, then looked down at Matt, wiping away a tear. Love. Such an unsteady thing for her, always just out of her reach and yet she had so much in her, for her family, her friends, and that spot, always for him.

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

Ildraniath is much the same as she was ten years ago. Ten years? The blink of an eye to her. A short step on the way to the end of her life. She is, perhaps, a bit more mellow, not nearly as harsh as she once was.

She remains aloof, however. She still sees very little in common between herself and virtually everyone else on the ship. She helps when needed, but quietly plots away in her little corners of the ship, waiting, watching and fighting for her people as time wears on and on.

She imagines she will be much like this for the next several hundred years of her life.

[pocketloli.livejournal.com]

She hadn't married yet. She still wore her hair long and her shop was still well known. Crew members kept her busy with requisitions here and there. At least her family was still around.

People had come and gone, and Rein hadn't seen her first love. But still she continued to work diligently, keeping herself working as much as possible. As long as one of her family was awake, she could remind herself that she had to stay strong for everyone.

She's a full grown woman now, topping barely five feet but she hasn't been in her small mode for ages now. Her clothing is always trendy, but her voice was light, without carrying the tiredness of keeping a war going.

Its here that she's sweeping up Market Row, the small row of shops that she runs with a group of dedicated friends. A virtual on-ship market that supplies all sorts of goods and trades and services.

[memory-hax.livejournal.com]

The sound of a violin could be heard as Phillip played in the park, creating songs that shouldn't be known to him and yet they were. After many years of fighting this war, he had taken up many other hobbies besides reading, consuming vast amounts of media from all different dimensions. People rarely checked the Media Library now, asking Phillip for his services.

He had grown up even more, and he still wore clothing similar to his original look, striped shirts and long jackets. However he wore his Rider Belt openly, as a symbol of being full of truth and justice. He knew how hard it was to continue when all hope seemed lost, and Phillip played, swinging from one melody to another.

[darknight-ren.livejournal.com]

Some things were resistant to change, and Ren was, if nothing else, stubborn as all hell. Giving Phillip--a man he'd eventually learned to call his friend--a raised eyebrow, he asked, "Violin this week?"

At thirty-five, he was still keeping up the fight, though between the long ten years and the restored memories of the Time Vents, burnout hit him hard. For the time being, he was on a forced hiatus, taking out his deck only when he needed to maintain his contract with Darkwing--since the only way the Monster could eat was through fighting. But Eri's ring was always visible around his neck, his personal symbol of why he'd started the fight and every promise he had to uphold.

[seraphicthunder.livejournal.com]

Draw, sight, release. It was routine, far so. But this time, she was doing demonstrations for new crewmembers who were eager to learn.

Reimi had blossomed from a attractive teenager to a gorgeous woman, her chestnut brown hair flowing to the small of her back. She wore outfits in blue with an armored skirt, but she was the same. She hadn't gotten any wrinkles or any marks, but there's a slightly noticable limp from where she had gotten involved in a mission that almost went south.

She's still recovering from that one mind you.

Her family under Sasami had grown and flourished, and Reimi, while she had yet to find someone to marry or find Edge for that matter, had continued with the love of her family. She liked Aqua, a little more than truth be told, but after so long, it was a familiarity that borderlined on more than just relaxed.

Still, she smiled at her students. "All right, that's it for today. Be sure to log training in the sensoriums. All right?"