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

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[erbier]

[ She steps forward to catch this winged thing as it descends, an arm loose and supportive at the small of Angel's back. The other hand touches her cheek, so porcelain pale. ]

( I've come for you. )

[ Not for the oracle, not for the many, but for this woman, this single body. The one she is ribboned to, the one she cares for, gifts of fresh food and pretty oils to run through hair, over skin. To keep the machine in order while the mind drifted, off to many things, many places. ]

( You are hungry. )

[ It's not a question, and Ilde fills her mind with visions of luscious fruits and chocolates, to begin the process of stimulating this body and its needs. A practiced choreography, so easy and familiar and filled with pleasure. Her thumb strokes Angel's cheek gently. ]

[circumspector]

[ She sags like a sinking leaf, dead matter, into her arms. Sure the Ilde can hold her, keep her safe. She has ever put this body into her keeping. ]

( I am... )

[ Her mouth parts, her eyes blind, yes, but that does not mean she doesn't see when she's kept by the large sweep of the hive, and Ilde, most of all, knows what she likes to see, like to take into herself. Fills her mind up and she makes a soft needful noise, feel the tremor in her body. Shivering, for the things her mind are filled with. ]

(... I am hungry.)

[ Terribly so, she realises, moans again for that emptiness. This body, she loathes it, she loves it. It always a trap, a bonded separate between the two parts of herself, that might be too much if Ilde was not there for her. Her fingers lift, shifting in blind knowing touch over her face and her jaw, her neck. Fumbling through the want of Ilde to do something about this hunger. Unable to discern it from any other kind just like she has been for years - empty. ]