50 years later meme

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Fast forward into the future of Station 72 where your character has been a part of the Hive for however many years. Are they still themselves? Have they integrated fully with the symbiote? Are they the only ones left of their brood? Have they formed other connections in their brood's absence? Do they remember anything of their life before the station? How do they relate to the other Hosts still around, or to new ones who have come in since others have fallen? What else can you come up with?


HOW TO PLAY
STEP ONE: POST WITH YOUR CHARACTER

STEP TWO: Either set up the scene or give some info of what your character is like X years down the line.

STEP THREE: TAG OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS

STEP FOUR ?????

STEP FIVE: PROFIT

Comments

[wille]

[ There are many, many different forms of happiness. It has taken her so long to understand that, after decades of chasing after the one idea that eludes her still, but never mind. This is enough. Losing the Hosts that she grows to care for hurts, but that is the cost of loving, and she is willing to pay the price every time. The fear of loss never goes away either, that is just the way, but she knows she can weather it.

So maybe it was never about finding the one answer to heal all her wounds, but about growing strong enough to carry on and to help others along the way. Sam has known this all along, she thinks, but she had to learn it for herself. ]

( Confused. )

[ Someone else might mistake her as terse. They wouldn't be wrong. But there's concern there too, heart on her sleeves as she reaches over to hold his hand. ]

( They don't know who they are or who they could be, but we can't blame them. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ It's something they all have to learn for themselves. Hell, Sam was still learning it - or maybe relearning it - back when they first met. They're still here, still together, still strong enough to keep going.

The symbiote lengthens their lifespan, some, and Sam does, too - steals small bits of life force from the people on their missions, a little at a time, just enough to keep them both in good physical condition. To keep all of the Hosts that remain from his first year on the Station in their prime.

Sometimes he remembers the first time he called her daffodil, dimly, recalls telling her that they could survive through anything and they never did it alone. Maybe it's a suitable name for both of them, these days.

His fingers thread through hers, and he lifts her hand up automatically to press a kiss to the back of it. ]

( We were like that, once. Hopefully all they need is some guidance. )