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There are a lot of post-apocalyptic scenarios.

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From Sgrio: "Sci-fi show about scientists trying to discover why almost 70% of humans have just... disappeared."

OH SHIT WHERE DID EVERYONE GO?! Is it aliens? Is it the end of the world? No one knows! Some smart people are trying to figure it out, but paranoid governments are trying to interfere and a secret organization is becoming not so secret. Who are the Consortium? What is the Prometheus project? Watch this nonexistent scifi action/drama to find out.

For the record, I ship everyone/everyone.

We start with a group of three friend, each of them a badass in their field, all of them with the predilection for pretentious conversations about the space-time continuum and the human spirit, when not engaged in ridiculous eyefucking. Then again, when are all the characters (Tracy aside) NOT engaged in ridiculous eyefucking?

Annie Coleman (Jennifer Connelly), astrophysicist

Annie's sister, DJ, was one of the people who disappeared. Her research was initially driven by the desire to find DJ, and it's leading her to the verge of either answers or a breakdown, no one's quite sure. Annie is single-minded and thorough, and also developing a tendency towards bleak philosophizing which is only aggravated by the nature of her work.

Matt Hobbes (Mark Pellegrino), anthropologist

He's kind of a hippie and, pre-rapture, was often camped out at some far-flung corner of the globe, writing ethnographies, deconstructing geographies, taking notes on the local cultures. While Annie and Arjun get to be the mouthpieces of science, Matt takes on a more romantic view, and is the go-to guy for mysterious lore and artifacts. He secretly likes that there's 70% less people in the world. Something he doesn't know: he'll need to be careful in France near the end of season one because he has no idea of the forces he's messing with there.

Arjun Rao (Sendhil Ramamurthy), particle physicist

Between Annie and Matt, Arjun is the straight man. He's good at his job, he stays healthy, he's generally well-liked, and stays on a relatively even keel while Annie freaks out and Matt goes further inside himself. OR SO ONE THINKS. Why exactly is CIA agent Daniel Reed paying him creepy secret visits and talking cryptically about something called the Prometheus project, that Arjun insists he's washed his hands clean of? Reed is unimpressed and Arjun is unmoved, at least until after Reed leaves, when Arjun collapses into a chair and buries his face in his hands.

DJ Coleman (Evangeline Lilly), archeologist

The three musketeers pictured above used to be the four musketeers, with the D'Artagnan being Annie's missing sister here. DJ will be a recurring character in season 2 when some of those who disappeared return, but Matt will not trust her motives.

Daniel Reed (Milo Ventimiglia), CIA agent

The CIA agent pestering Arjun. He's creepy, ruthless, manipulative, and has a penchant for intruding upon other people's personal space. What is clear is that he is trying to protect a government secret. What is not clear is whether he is actually looking out for Arjun's interests as he claims to be, or just manipulating him. Reed has a tentative alliance with MI6 agent Maxwell Lewis, who knows the same things he does.

Maxwell Lewis (Alex Lanipekun), MI6 double agent

Actually, he knows more than Reed does. Lewis was the first to start putting two and two together about the top-secret Prometheus project. Mistakes have been made, and Lewis's primary objective is damage control. He made an alliance with Reed because he knows Reed gets things done. Prometheus must be destroyed.

Christina Morgan (Rosario Dawson), Consortium agent

The one who knows that if people don't get their shit together, the other 30% of the world is also fucked. Christina tries to convince Annie to share her research with the Consortium instead of the government, but Annie tells her to fuck off. Christina doesn't give up. Sometime later, she takes a bullet meant for Annie, but don't worry -- she lives. After that, Annie was like fine you can look at our research I guess. (That's Annie-speak for 'thank you'.) Henceforth, Christina passes on information to Annie and her team that might be useful to their work.

Jake Talbot (Adrian Grenier), conspiracy theory nut

Already spastic and overinvested to begin with, the disappearance of 70% of the human race has driven Jake into more manic glee than his roommate/best friend thinks is healthy. He is a huge dork, basically, and has been yapping about his conspiracy theories non-stop until Ethan finally yells "JESUS CHRIST, WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE ANASAZI?!" Jake wanted to go on an expedition to find out what's going on, but this changed when he and Ethan found Tracy.

Ethan Li (Ken Leung), everyman and purported voice of reason

Look, Jake's like a brother to him, but how can it be that your reaction to 70% of the human race mysteriously vanishing is... vindication? Jake is beginning to worry Ethan, but Ethan also has to worry about the day-to-day maintenance of their frankly bizarre life. "Talbot, get up, we have to loot for food," he says these days without batting an eye. They arm themselves to go grocery shopping, and Ethan surprises himself with how easily lying and stealing come to him, and how ready he was to shoot that one guy that time who almost killed Jake over the last can of tuna.

Tracy (Jadagrace Berry), the Prometheus project

Ethan and Jake find a hurt and bleeding Tracy on one of their food runs, and argue about taking her home. She's obviously frightened, shrinking away from Jake's attempts to inspect her wounds, and Ethan says forget it, Jake, just forget it. Ethan says: we don't need someone else to take care of, you can barely take care of yourself. Jake says: then who will take care of her? Obviously, Jake wins. At their apartment, Ethan bandages Tracy up and feeds her Twinkies. She doesn't say much at first. It takes two days for Jake to get a name out of her, but eventually she starts becoming part of the household. Tracy stands on a chair to help wash the dishes, and she sits companionably with Jake and Ethan at night when they're cleaning their guns.

"Well, look at you," Jake grins when he walks in on Ethan pulling a blanket over a napping Tracy.

Ethan scowls. "What?"

"Fatherhood suits you."

"Fuck off."

So Jake fucks off, and Ethan brushes a lock of hair from Tracy's face. He wonders what she'd like to eat for dinner.

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She is the Prometheus project? there is way too much crazy awesomeness packed into this show, omg. I think I totally ship Matt/Annie/Arjun, because clearly they are all fantastic and wonderful and ahskdlghldk ALSO GORGEOUS. SERIOUSLY. and Christina! I APPROVE.

Matt/Annie/Arjun is TOTALLY OT3 toooootally. Christina/Annie is ALSO SO TOTALLY A THING, as is Ethan/Jake LIKE DUH, and I don't know which of these ships I love more. Were this show extant. I would also ship Daniel/Arjun for the sexy mindfuckery. I dunno, I'd have like an armada of ships.

I dunno, I'd have like an armada of ships.

The better to take over the world with, my dear.

The apartment is a survival trade-off: higher ground means more doors, walls, and floors between them and the gangs, but they could theoretically be ratholed there. It also means four flights of stairs every day. Ethan climbs the stairs absentmindedly, precious burden a lump under his jacket, and he hopes it won't be too much of a mess when he gets back.

"Tracy," he calls when he finally lets himself in. Tracy sits up from the couch and he's not secretly gratified at all when her eyes brighten at the sight of him.

"I brought you a present," Ethan says, kneeling down as she comes up to him. His side is numb from the cold because he kind of had to snatch the thing out of the supermarket freezer and hastily stuff it down his jacket while running away from some gang, but it's worth it to see Tracy's curious smile. "See? Ice cream."

Eeeeeee! <3 OH ETHAN yes yes yes. I absolutely adore him being overprotective of everyone.

five random facts about this cohabitation situation

1. One wall of what used to be Jake's bedroom is covered over with maps, diagrams, old newspaper articles, and a corkboard of notes and photographs. "It's like I'm Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory," Jake said once, "where I'm right about something but I don't know what I'm right about." Ethan rolls his eyes, but whatever gets you through the apocalypse, I guess.

2. All three of them sleep in the same room, for peace of mind.

3. They improvise a bed for Tracy, which she is tucked into at night, but Ethan would wake up to find her curled up beside him.

4. Jake teaches her how to play poker. She kicks his ass.

5. Ethan wonders: if you were gonna teach a kid to shoot a gun, which gun would you start with?

What I really want is the NC-17 lemon fic where somebody, could be Jake, could be someone else, ties Ethan down and just makes him lose control. He's wound up so goddamn tightly watching over Jake and Tracy, taking care of their needs, putting himself between them and the worst of each situation - the pragmatist who's the only thing standing between the dreamer and the child and death (but the kicker is he doesn't even realize he's doing this) and just a touch could make him explode.

...uh. TMI.

"Dude," Jake exclaims one day, staring at Ethan with the exact same look he reserves for one of his crazy conspiracy epiphanies. Tracy is sleeping and this is after a solid then minutes where Ethan has been ranting again about how careless Jake is, how he doesn't even try to survive, he's an idiot, he's going to get all of them killed, ad nauseum, and Jake's exclamation pulls him up completely, mid-rant.

"What?" Ethan snaps irritably.

"You," Jake points dramatically. "I figured out what's happened to you. You don't have a sense of humor anymore."

Ethan's mouth drops open.

"I mean, look at you," Jake continues, warming up to the subject with a growing fervor. "Yeah, I'm an assclown, you only told me twenty times yesterday. But you also called me assfuck, ass-for-brains," he starts ticking off fingers, "dumbass, shitass, asstruck, asstard, asshat, beaten with the ass stick, assmatazz, asstastic and...assfart. I mean, seriously, dude. Do you even listen to yourself?"

He thinks for a second, and adds, "You so not the man I moved in with anymore."

Ethan points a finger back. "I did not call you those names. I mean, what the hell, 'assmatazz'? Where do you come up with that?"

"No," Jake shakes his head as if solemnly disappointed. "But you didn't laugh even once when I said assmatazz."

"That's because it's fucking ridiculous. You're fucking ridiculous."

"No, dude, you used to laugh all the time. If I didn't know better," Jake's eyes suddenly widen, "I'd say the lizard-people have gotten to you."

"Again with the lizard-people," Ethan says loudly.

"There. See what I mean?" Jake's on his feet now, even goes so far to poke a finger in Ethan's chest. "You think you're Terminator or something, I swear."

"I don't--" and then something shifts, it's not Jake and Ethan in each other's faces, nose to nose yelling, it's Jake looming over Ethan, who's suddenly folded into himself and can't look Jake in the eyes.

"I just," Ethan says quietly after a moment. "Yesterday was the first anniversary."

Neither of them need to elaborate just what the anniversary is of. There's nothing else left in the world to have an anniversary for.

"So?"

"That's a year! Twelve months, three hundred sixty five days. I was a fucking liberal arts major, Jake! Not some--I mean, look at me now. I have to be fucking Rambo just to go shopping. I've been shitting into a bucket since the plumbing quit. Tell me you're not tired of shitting into a bucket."

"Got me there, bro," Jake admits.

"I can't--I can't do this," Ethan says suddenly. He turns away.

"Where are you going?"

"We're running out of rice." And he picks up a rifle on his way to the door, automatically thumbing the safety off, which is how he manages to get a bullet in the first M16 agent to kick down the door. But Jake's got a tranquilizer dart in his neck by then, and his last conscious thought is, this better not be the lizard-people.

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