bakerstreet | Made Together

Made Together

a dark shipping meme

tl;dr version — a meme that explores a shipping concept from a darker perspective. Characters, brainwashed by losing their memories and other scientific deviancies, are bonded with their "lifemate," who they're said to be created for. They must live together and grow co-dependently close, all while the machinations behind the scene are twirling like cogs in order to move them closer to the darkness.

Anyone can be manipulated. You just need to work at them through the right person.

You wake up, groggy and confused, in a white room that is expansive and furnished with all white furniture, yet pristine. The white is probably so bright that it hurts your eyes and you may have to blink for a moment. It doesn't help that your body is swathed in white, too; you're wearing what appears to be a modern day white cotton scrub top and and bottom. In fact, the only spot of black on you is on the palm of your hand: right in the center, there's a barcode. Under that, in neat, angular print, is a name. Your name.

It's a good thing it's there because otherwise, you wouldn't know it. Your memories are gone. You don't know how you got here, why you're here, or much of anything else. Soon, however, you'll know that you're not alone. The other person is not you're captor, that much is for sure. They're clothed like you are and look just as confused. They even have the exact same barcode as you, down to the last number. The only thing that differs is the name under it.

But the room is furnished for one alone. One bed, one couch, one bathroom. You two don't know much, yet you know you are two. The secret is soon made clear by a voice over a hidden loudspeaker. The voice claims to be a scientist and announces the purpose of you being here. This is the first day of your existence, they say, and you two were created together and for each other. Lifemates, the term is. You both are the perfect scientific experiment, and let man not tear asunder what science hath created.

And that's it.

Accept this or not, there seems to be little recourse. The room has no visible entrance or exit. The walls don't budge if you hit them. Nothing works. The only time anything changes is when food is brought in, but neither of you have ever seen that occasion. No matter how long you stay up, you always fall asleep when food or other necessities come in. Could that have something to do with the soft, soothing voices and pleasant feelings that sometimes come when you least except them?

You and your "lifemate" may be mutually scared, get along swimmingly from the start. It doesn't matter. Eventually, you'll become closer and closer. Lines will get crossed. Boundaries will get obliterated. Maybe it's because they're the only lifeline you have. Or maybe, maybe what the "scientist" said is right. You're created for each other, and this is your natural state. Whatever the case may be, as time goes on, you want to stay with them, even if you still want to leave this place. After all, how could you leave the side of the person you've spent your whole life with.

Yet there's something in your mind that tells you there's wrong here. Sometimes, at night, you'll get images of another life, and later, during the day, you'll feel hints of an existence you've never known. Luckily, you have your lifemate to get you through this.

HOW TO PLAY

Basically, your character has no memories and are power-nerfed...for some options.
Reply with your character and preferences. Also be sure to mention whether or not you'll play smut, since some options are smut-tinged.
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PROMPTS

First Meeting — You've just woken up and are getting the news.
Learning about Each Other — Though you don't have memories, you still have personalities to navigate.
Distaste — You don't like each other. How are you created for each other at all?
Guard — While one sleeps, the other looks on. Why does their sleeping form bring up so much fondness?
Unwittingly — You didn't want to give in, yet you find yourself being pulled in by your companion and growing protective of them.
Closeness — Soft words grow into soft touches, embraces, tiny kisses, and a gentle (relatively) haven.
Initiating — The first time you're going to be intimate, or the five millionth time, it will be on your own terms.
Need You Now — You've grown reliant on your "lifemate" to keep you calm or even take care of you, whether you want to admit it or not. You may even need them beside you to sleep or
Physicality — Your relationship has a full-on carnal aspect. What else is there to do?
Twisted by Science — Your emotions have been tampered with to make you love your lifemate more because you weren't responding.
Pure Love — Despite the situation, what you feel for your companion is real. You truly love them, even if you haven't told them.
Connection — In some cases, lifemates have been known to have a mental connection, where they can share some thoughts and all pain.
Aphrodisiac — The sexual bonding between the two of you isn't progressing in a way it should, so one or both of you is injected with a potent aphrodisiac. That should do the trick.
Implanted Memories — You remember happy times with your lifemate. Surely those memories are real.
Flashbacks — You remember another life, and it doesn't match up with what you know.
Nightmares — Waking up in the middle of the night, sweating in fear is never a wonderful experience. Luckily, you have someone close by to cheer you up...if you want to worry them with your dreams.
No One but You — You've decided to ignore the scientists and make the best of what you have, carving out a little life together.
Scientist — You're not actually a lifemate, you're a scientist! However, you've developed pesky feelings for one of your subjects.
Breeding Stock — You're not humans, you're animals, and the scientists want you to breed as such.
Protect — You'll fight off anyone to protect your lifemate, scientists included.
Power Surge — What are these powers that have suddenly appeared? You've never had these! Your lifemate should stay back, lest you hurt them.
Training Together — New equipment has been put into your living quarters and you've been told to learn to work together perfectly. Whether you're both fighters or one is a fighter and the other their handler or healer, you must fit as well in battle as you do in life.
The Veil Falls — The curtain is raised, and you see that you're not an experiment. You had a life that's been stolen from you. Your mate had one, too. What will you do with this new knowledge?
Wish to Forget — Instead of being angry or glad about your past existence, you're horrified by what it was like and only want to live in the now with your lifemate.
To Garner a Response — The scientists want to see how you'd respond if your lifemate was hurt.
A Task Given — In order to guarantee the safety of your lifemate, you have to do a certain task. Maybe hurting someone else isn't a big deal as long as you get what's yours back.
A Taste of Freedom — You and your lifemate are allowed out, but you have a job to do.
Separated — You've been disobedient and as such, you two will be punished by separation.
Escape — There's a tiny window of opportunity to get out. Take it. But no one gets left behind, even if you would have before.
Separate Ways — Now that you're out, there's no reason to stay together, right? You're not really lifemates, right?
Can't Be Without You — ...only not, because now you're dependent on each other, and you can't live a life alone or with another.
Hard Time Adjusting — It's different living in the free world when you're used to being in a completely controlled habitat.
Living a Peaceful Life — You've managed to get past all the challenges and are now living a normal life together. But did the scientists ultimately win? After all, you are still "lifemates"...and there's still the trauma to deal with...
ANYTHING ELSE or WILDCARD OPTION!!!

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When he opens his eyes all he can see is white.

It’s actually too much white to look at when coming out of sleep. It makes somewhere in the back of his headache … no. ‘No, that’s not from eyestrain,’ he tells himself and raises a hand to where he feels the sting. It throbs when he touches it, but he can’t stop himself from trying to feel the whole size of it. The man has found a lump on the back of his head that’s nearly the size of a chicken’s egg.

Slowly, the memories start to come back to him. Not old ones. Those were gone now. Just the ones of the last few weeks. He’s reminded that sometimes the guards here beat him. Though exactly why he has this protuberance seems to be another one of those unreachable details. Like it was scrubbed completely out of his mind. It just makes his head hurt … more. Makes his head hurt more. To try to remember why.

The room. His room, he supposes, it be nice it if didn’t seem so impossibly sterile. You’d think by now he would have at least stained something with the food they bring to him, but every day when he wakes up, it’s all perfectly clean. The furniture is new, though. Comfortable. The bed is supportive. There is a small monitor built into the wall of the room where he can see images of a woman in a room just like his. With not much else to do in this comfortably sterile white room, he finds that he does look at the screen pretty regularly.

At first he thought he was seeing live images of her, but he knows now that it isn’t. He never sees her using the toilet or the sink, for instance. After a certain number of hours, the footage they’ve assembled of her just loops and everything plays out exactly the way that it did as before – occasionally something new is worked in or something old is removed, but a majority of the footage remains the same. It almost frightens him with how much clarity he can remember the video when everything else seems like such a mess in his head.

The display lacks color, though, so he doesn’t know those details. No sound, so he doesn’t know her voice either. He could spot her in any crowd, though. He’s sure of it. He knows the exact set of her jaw. The curves of her cheeks. The length of her hair.

He’s spent a lot of time wondering about the video …

Why this woman? And since they were only showing him a long series of selected clips of her, what about these images did they want him to know and what sorts of things where they removing? He couldn’t figure it out as much as he found himself thinking about it.

The door clicks open and he knows one of two things were coming – since he wasn’t acting out of line, that is. When you’re good, the only reasons the door opens are for food or for medicine.

The first person to step into the room is a guard. Thick plates of body armor are fastened to vital areas of the man with Velcro. He carries a shock baton in his right hand that is making a hum indicating the weapon is turned on. A helmet covers his head and a visor of reflective chrome is pulled down over his face. Another male steps into the room wearing an all-white medical uniform and a surgical mask that obscures his face midway from the nose down to the chin. He’s armed not with a weapon, but with an injection device. The final person to enter the room is a female guard whose uniform matches that of the other guard.

Medicine.

The man of the room licks his lips. About to begin yet another attempt to spur any of the people who work here into talking to him. He’s given up on trying to get them to explain anything about what’s happening to him, he knows he’s tried that a number of times before and not gotten anywhere. Now he’d just … like to be acknowledged.

It was isolating in this place.

“Hey guys.”

From the guards, all this man can see is his own reflection in their visors. Apparently, his wavy brown hair was sticking up in the back. He can see in the nurses dark brown eyes a slight bit of apprehension, but mostly boredom - as if listening to the chatter was a huge inconvenience to him.

“And a lady too. Hi to you also.”

No response.

“How are … uh, you know, things?”

The nurse seems to be fiddling with the dial on the bottom of the injector pen. The guards have yet to flinch.

“The weather. What’s the weather like outside? You know a window in this room would be kinda nice …”

The female guard coughs, but nobody says anything.

“What about sports or … ah, cards? Pool? Darts? Any of you guys play bar games when you’re not here?”

The nurse sighs. It’s a prolonged sigh. An exaggerated sigh. A sigh that seemed to say ‘I don’t get payed enough for this’ better than the words ever could. Still, it was music to the man of the room’s ears – a sound of victory. The guy was going to say something to him …

“I know you’ve been here long enough to remember how this is supposed to work, Han. Face the screen and put your hands up behind your head so I can give you the shot.” He says. “Nobody else is like this …”

“Listen pal, I know this ain’t no big deal to you, but you guys and the people with the food are like the highlight of my day around here.” The man called Han - the man trapped in this room - is trying not to smile.

“Guards would you pi-“

Han, cuts the nurse off.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stand and do whatever …” He might not remember how he got that lump, but he had a feeling that people with chrome visors had something to do with it.

Han Solo assumes the expected pose for medication dispensing. Hands held up and folded behind his head like he was some kind of prisoner. And facing the screen that he can see the woman on it. She seems to be changing out of warn clothes and into fresh ones at this particular point in the vid.

“You know the shit in that needle burns.” Han says while he’s standing there waiting for the injector to pierce his skin. “I don’t know if you know that.”

“I do know. You tell me every time.”

After a moment, the injector is stabbed hard into the back of Han’s neck and the end gets pressed down by the nurse’s thumb. He can feel the fiery itch of whatever they’re putting inside of him already, but it will take almost a half an hour for it to have spread throughout his body. He’ll feel it, basically, until they’re ready to give him the next dose …

He’s trembling. A short term side effect of the injection itself … that part, mercifully, does not last that long. Han begins to stammer out a question.

“C-can you …” He takes a shaky breath. “Can you tell … m-me something? A-anything about … what’s goin on?”

The nurse remains behind his patient, watching him shake. The dark eyes are strangely conflicted for a moment.

“The lady in the video.” He says quietly. “Her name is Rey.”

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