GRAVEYARD...3!

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GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD     18 DECOMMISSIONED

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Crushing pressure is the initial sensation you can recall upon awakening. The stench of fetid, hot steam fills your nose, motes of dust and dirt floating upwards to cling to your skin. Down you are pulled to the cold ground, and all at once you realize you have forgotten to breathe. As you gasp back to life, you are flung onto a pile of scraps and trash, as the enormous machine that spat you out grumbles a little, and then goes silent. You are whole somehow, alive... but at what cost?

Popping out of the grinder, you look yourself over and find that any injuries you may have incurred during your death will be healed. While the scars that remain from the process will serve as a stark reminder, you will be able to get up on your own two feet without issue.

Thin, tapering metal (?) claws unhook from overhead and lower themselves, proceeding to guide you around. Your clothing starts sticking uncomfortably to your skin in the humidity of this strange, new place. Overhead you can hear the tinny humming of flickering lights overhead, arranged in a singular, thin strip and snaking around the serpentine halls. Along exposed pipes, wires, and the walls, a rust-colored substance creeps in web-like patterns, climbing towards the ceiling lights.

The deep grinding and groaning of the ship begin to meld into one low, deep moan from all around. It dips and rises in pitch, and becomes sickening to listen to if you focus on it for too long. Maybe, it's the ship's way of saying Welcome, to the underbelly of the CSS Eudora, home of the decommissioned.

Some things to keep in mind, while amongst the dead:

💀 Mini-events will be posted on WEDNESDAY at 3 PM EST / 12 PM PST, and are due at the same time they are for the living. Any changes to the schedule will be announced in the graveyard channels.

💀 Weekly effects will still hit you here, in the belly of the ship. Mods will make sure to announce any special changes based on being the graveyard; otherwise, please assume everything is 1:1!

💀 While not perfect, there is a healing factor in place. It is extremely sluggish, uncomfortable, and does not negate the fact that you're injured and likely in pain. If the injury is too severe, you might wind up dying from it if left untreated. Again. If you have a pre-existing condition like an illness that has been exacerbated by factors beyond your control, you will find that for the time being these symptoms are at their most minor.

💀 That said, while double death is possible, you'll find yourself reviving after 4 hours fully healed, but feeling like complete garbage for the rest of the day. Message your mods if you find yourself getting killed while dead, though! There might be a special surprise involved.

💀 Your possessions, minus clothing besides what you're wearing now, can be found in the bunk pods and their storage. Yes, while it might not include clothes, it does include any Omegamart Promotional Items, Scrap purchases, home items, etc that you were in possession of. if you had a lot of things, the cubby might jam or have difficulty closing. Better organize. If you arrive on Saturday during trial, belongings will return at the end of trial.

💀 Communications, while you cannot text via I.R.I.S., you can still send messages through HER-MES. All other functions for I.R.I.S. are available along with direct data transfers. Dead can send private letters to the living! An inbox can be accessed from the family computer at the canteen. If you find it locked, it is because we are updating it.

💀 Living livestream is broadcasted on the TV screen in the canteen!
✔️ Upgraded Quality ✔️ Audio ✔️ Translit Captions that sometimes fuck up ✔️ Dramatic panning ✔️ Color

💀 Planet locations are free to use! Upon the Eudora landing planetside, you will find that as you meander through the various parts of the Belly you may run into one of locations of the current planet instead of where you were meaning to go. These locations are indeed still populated, but the people are more like wisps and will not react much to any conversation. Though you can interact with stuff there you cannot take anything with you out of the location "rooms".

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CHANGES GRAVEYARD LOCATIONS LIVING SIDE STATUSES PROFILES AUDIENCES REPORTING PRIVATE CONVOS COMMS DOSSIER

Comments

[rav3n]

[THEY HAVE BEEN FREED FROM APPLEBEE'S....... Luke is ehre. He is probably horribly hungover and exhausted. Did he sleep? Unclear. He's still so rust-covered. Gross.

But duty calls, and this one seems, like, important and possibly dangerous, so of course he is here. He peers at a rift... which one is it... WHO'S TO SAY.]

We'd better take care of these.

[artificialsweetener]

[Skips up behind Luke and tries to shove him in for the laffs.]

[rav3n]

[WHY THIS Dahut has a strength of like 2 so arguably this should be impossible but whatever we're going with it]

Why--?!

[IN THEY GO. We have landed in Void Type 2, somewhere on the living side but... fleshy... yay...]

[artificialsweetener]

[LANDS ON LUKE. He's still laughing about it, though.]

It seemed like fun! [DID IT. Well. It's a little less fun now that they're in a pink and fleshy void rift... GAROSS.]

Hm... This one is strange.

[rav3n]

[If I did the math right they are in the security room?? I am probably wrong and can't count but it's fine HERE THEY ARE. At least serious work mode makes it so much easier to fight off the gnarly hangover vibes, and he puts an arm out on reflex.]

Careful. The haze.

[artificialsweetener]

Oof.

[Bonks into the arm since he'd been moving ahead like the no-danger-senses lil fool he is.]

Mm... I wonder if this is how the ship actually looks? Didn't Monsieur Sidon mention fleshy bits wherever they were yesterday, too?

[rav3n]

[Yeah that's what he thought punk]

You think something is keeping the rest of them from seeing it?

[ravenry]

[ time for you to rp a horse again ]

[rav3n]

[BABY QUACKERS


No Luke is not baby quackers. I guess he's probably something vaguely adjacent to this. I'm too afraid to google more.]

What the--?!

[ravenry]

[ she's basically luna but with peonies where her moons are. ]

Why.

[rav3n]

[LUNAAAAAA SO PRETTYYYYY

He spins in a circle, trying to look at himself on instinct.]

I never got hit with an animal curse... is this what it's like?

[ravenry]

[ she has no desires to see herself as a pony. she tries to sit on the floor. ]

Does that mean we have to find someone to kiss us.....?

[rav3n]

[HE ALSO JUST SITS DOWN... and just kind of sprawls on the ground as best as a pony can.]

No more kisses... [THEIR PARTY GAMES]

[rosebleed]

Unfortunately I would have to agree. Did Sidon bite Vash again?

[you're taking me to a regret void i am not rolling dice i am demanding to make up for lost cr time]

[rav3n]

[Oh I see I typoed "here" earlier. Oh well. Maybe I am also hungover from Applebee's.]

If he did, he should be the one to deal with these.

[He's not being serious he would be here taking point regardless but he is hungover and grumpy about it... someone can't hold their alcohol

INWARD THEY GO. He peers around...]

What's this-- [Just kidding the scene morphs into a graveyard. Well. That's pleasant!]

[rosebleed]

[you're beautiful and valid 2 me pixi]

...Well that's ominous.

[Rosamund peers around. Are we going to meet the door that reminds him of the car that ran over both of his parents?

She steps further in, cautious and looking over the headstones.]

Maybe it's something to do with the old crew?

[They already did a memshare week surely there's no repeats]

[rav3n]

[Yeah actually instead of tombstones it's just a row of doors how did you guess

No okay. Actually it looks like this! Without him in the way, obviously, because he is frozen back by the entrance of the rift. Or wherever the entrance was, anyway.

It takes him a second to find his voice--long enough that if she's looking, and cares to notice, she'll see R + P Pearce inscribed on one of the tombstones.]

...No. I don't think so.

[rosebleed]

[I knew it

Anyway this is a rather serene looking cemetary, she's used to haunted-ass medieval looking ones if anything. Rosamund admires the blossoms laid on the graves but her eyes stop at a familiar name.]

...Right. [She looks to him, apprehensive.] Would you like a moment with them? I can stand to the side.

[rav3n]

[Ohhhh godddd he is too hungover for this HE WANTS OUT SOOOO BAAAAD]

No, it's fine. [He sticks his hands in his pockets and walks past it without looking, instead looking around as if he can spot the exit.] This isn't real.

[Well. It is real, just not... here and now.]

[uncoincidental]

[she gazes at the rift and adjusts her hold on a broom handle (she has broken the broom part off of it so that it's more like a staff. she is so ready to fight more rats!!

the dice have given us the scrap rift. she does not know this.]

After you!

[rav3n]

[SHEBAAAAA OUR WARRIOR PRINCESS I guess he can have his lizalfos horn dagger now.]

Okay, watch your step. [In they go!! This rift is... ah. Hmmmm.]

[uncoincidental]

[



she looks a little disappointed, actually]

This is anticlimactic...

[rav3n]

Don't let your guard down too soon, there could be something hiding in here.

[THERE'S SO MUCH TRASH. GOOD LORD.]

[uncoincidental]

[she nudges some of the trash with her broom handle. nothing happens.]

[rav3n]

[Watches the pile tip over and fall to the floor]

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