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GRAVEYARD...3!
GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD 18 DECOMMISSIONED
t̀h̡e u͝nḑerbe̸l͞l̵y ̸o͜f th̴è ̡şh̷i͠p.
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.
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".
💀 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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[At some point you come across a battle already won! Rosamund stands over a grisly scene, pulling an arrow from the forehead of a (content warning) Helly Belly flesh rendition of a truly enormous and terrible spider/girl hybrid. There are also innumerable dead baby spiders all around, some shot but mostly stomped or bludgeoned.
She waves, sweating and heaving and definitely not crying as she pulls the killing arrow loose with a sickening squelch.]
Hiiiii! So, I took care of most of these, but there is definitely at least one running loose!
[please help]
B) Beach
[Beach!!! Here's her fit check. She's beyond delighted.]
This looks absolutely stunning! What should we do first?
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me: but that's funny so
ANYWAY DAHUT IS HERE. JUST SURVEYING THIS CARNAGE SWEATILY. This is just that kimetsu no yaiba spider family, terrible. When Rosamund waves, he waves back with the confused air of someone who doesn't know how they got here (real, considering he was voidspat out to this.)]
Oh—! Um...!! I'll do my very best?!
[HE IS ARMED WITH A MOP.]
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Great! [She's still wheezing but she gives him a bright thumbs up.] I believe in you!
Let's go find this dog-sized spider.
[She wipes the arrow "clean" on the body of the brood mother, and trots forward to cover him as they proceed.]
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Um... Are you sure you don't want to take a little bit of a rest first...?
[How can they rest when there's a DOG-SIZED SPIDER TO FIND. He'll stick by her side, though, holding the mop to his chest like it will be able to do a damn thing if they get seriously ransacked.]
I've never seen anything like this down here before...
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[Powerwalking...]
Um — you probably have me to blame? I had to fight a spider like that once. It had fused with a little girl and gone insane, or something. So if these voids are spitting up old memories I'm hoping that is the last for me.
[It could have been worse.]
There! Do you see that glitter up ahead?
[It's very fine, but it can catch the light. Spider silk.]
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No just kidding Luke is too responsible for that. He picks his way over to join her in concern, ready to steady her if she seems like she's going to fall.]
Hey, hey--take a break for a minute.
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Luke I can't! There's a wet, nude spider on the loose!
[IT COULD BE ANYWHERE]
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[DON'T BECOME A RAT SACRIFICE ROSAMUND]
I'll go find it. It'll be fine, I promise.
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[Looking at him. Where are your weapons?]
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she blinks, surprised.]
...I can't even remember the last time I've come to the beach just for fun...
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[She grabs her hand and starts running to the water.]
Come on!
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[or rather. it better not!! she takes rosamund's hand and runs for the water as well... only to let go over it, lean down, and cup her hands in the water to splash her with iut once they're there.]
Hee hee. Got you!
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[SHE GETS HER. Rosamund returns fire at once, splashing away at Sheba. Look at these beautiful idiots having a vacation commercial montage.]
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I half expect the water to become flesh.
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[Looking him over. Well, she has no frame of reference for this, so it must be normal. He's a stripey lad.]
At least try the water. If it turns to flesh we'll dig our way out and never come back. I promise!
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anyway, dion is actually in a good mood. he had been joking... ]
I wouldn't be that bothered if it did become flesh.
[ idly puts his feet in the water! it is so nice and refreshing ]
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[Their cursed decor. She joins him, taking wading steps into the crystalline blue.]
It's delightful! Practically the perfect temperature! You should come in!
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We could look for seashells, or hunt crabs.
[ oh look, a bonfire nearby... it's in the daytime though. a daytime bonfire. ]
...Are we interrupting something?
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Maybe? I've never heard such a song before.
[I wanna push you a-round,
Well I will
Well i will]
Do you think they're in love?
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Neither have I. Though I've heard something similar at the music store before.
[ he's now observing them with Judging eyes. ]
...It may be one-sided. What do you think?
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You know, I really hate to say it, but he really seems to be putting it on.
[He's going in hard on this guitar riff. Awkward.]
I think maybe sometimes people believe they should be together because it's something expected or it's been that way for a while, but maybe it's better to let things go.
we do what we want
there is also a young girl sitting on the edge of the rooftop, smoking a cigarette. Eunhyuk looks at her from where he's man standing as usual, though his gaze turns to Rosamund first.]
Watch your step. People like to leave gum here.
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Her attention immediately goes to the girl. A very pretty one, she thinks. Enough so that she misses the reminder and feels her shoe stick to the rooftop.]
...You don't say.
[Excuse her a moment.]
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Here.
[she can scrape it off with that!!! and he'll hold out an arm so that she can hold onto him while she does that and then as if right on cue, the girl on the ledge turns around to shoot them a disdainful look,]
Who the hell is this? Is she your girlfriend or something?
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[She's pausing right before she gets to shoe scraping, clinging to Eunhyuk for balance. Her cheeks dust pink.]
Oh, well, I'm — no no, we're friends! Hello. [Okay she does have to get this gum off but also she does not want to implicate Eunhyuk if it'll embarrass him or start something. Plus they never talked about anything? Rather expertly avoided discussing what she'd done to him. As he died. She still doesn't know how far she overstepped in a very fraught moment, and now they're here and just sort of hanging out and she would really hate to blow up yet another tentative connection.
All she can do is pray she's not a full tomato by now.]
I'm so sorry, I just stepped on some gum, you'll have to excuse me a moment. I'm Rosamund. What's your name?