GRAVEYARD...3!

[dropoffs]

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

[satisficing]

a. cats you cats you cats you cats you

[He is here....... tailed and eared! The tail is whipping.]

I am Mudfur, a kittypet who longs for the warrior life!

[He pauses, confused by what he has had the urge to say.]

A-Anyway, that rat is mine!

[STARTS SCAMPERING AFTER IT.]

b. 🏖️

[Sorry that Viktor looks so concerning when he has nothing on, YIKES!! He is in this which is so sexy of men actually toxic masculinity is disgusting to back to this THE CUT OUTS? His stupid purple right hand and stupid entire purple and metal melded right leg are on display, greasy, along with the runic scars, the brace, and a greasy left hand.

He is not maidenly sitting under an umbrella shockingly!! He is...........building a sandcastle.]

c. councils you councils you councils you

[Well, you are now sitting in a chair beside Viktor in a large, open room beneath a spotlight in front of a handful of council members.

They are definitely waiting on you to speak...]

a.

[bossbabygirl]

[another cat eared and tailed cat appraises his rat catching skills, taking notes.]

Mudfur, we welcome former kittypets here in Rat-Clan. I myself am one of them, but we will expect you to prove you can follow the warrior's code.

[satisficing]

[The skills are unfortunately very bad because he is a kittypet...

Like pausing to look at her, allowing the rat to escape....]

Really...? I can become one...?

[bossbabygirl]

[she makes a note of that on her clipboard, but she smiles benevolently at him.]

Of course. RatClan is a meritocracy. It's only your skills that matter here, not your background. In fact... I hope that one day even a kittypet like me can become BossyStar, the leader of the clan.

a

[uncoincidental]

[the dice really said it's time to make viktor a furry. sheba is also a furry, tailed and eared as well, and she looks so, so amused as she watches him scamper off.]

RatClan is willing to accept you... if you're willing to put in the work. Sharpen your claws on that rat, kittypet!

[satisficing]

[Scrambles after this rat exactly like a house cat chasing a laser across the floor by synchronizing slapping its paws after it.]

It's... so fast!

[uncoincidental]

[swish, swish goes her tail.]

You have to pounce on it, you know? Show it who's boss!

a

[agamid]

[ watches to see if viktor manages to catch this rat ]

[satisficing]

[He doesn't. He is so bad at this.]

[agamid]

Mudfur... It appears you still need to sharpen your claws.

c, council me kitten

[rosebleed]

[Rosamund, who has just been spat into the council from the cat void, lands licking one pawhand and blinking up at her sudden audience.]

N-nyan? What's this a-meowt?

[satisficing]

[OH GOD.

His eyes widen like large saucers.]

The council members are trying to decide the RatClan's fate.

[rosebleed]

[Hers follow suit. Big OwO energy.]

What?

[She puts her paws on the table and stands.]

Calicos and Gentletabbies, I am Princess Purrsamund du Flea, a cousin of the RatClan by royal blood. I demand to know what fate you have in store for my fellow countrycats.

c

[ravenry]

[ i wanted to do the beach but then i saw i could meet mel my beloved

she looks over at viktor, ignoring these obviously important-looking people. ]

What do they want?

[satisficing]

[There is, in fact, a very beautiful woman here at this round table! I almost made her a cat thinking about Kabby's thread and getting confused.

Viktor looks back, grimaces ever so slightly.]

To ban the creation of Hextech because they think the arcane is too dangerous.

[ravenry]

[ i'd accept warriorcat mel

she is still ignoring the council. ]

Do you disagree with them? Do we have to argue with them?

b

[artificialsweetener]

[I WILL BEACH SINCE ARA DIDN'T he won't judge Viktor's concerning appearance... Instead, he plops down next to him on the sand, watching him build.]

Didn't take you to be a sandcastle-making type!

[satisficing]

[HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE i'm glad you took a chance. :)]

I do like to build. [He'll give Dahut an extra bucket and shovel.] Besides, it's not like I can swim anyway.

[heh]

[artificialsweetener]

[:itends:

He'll take the bucket and shovel, though! Time to start adding some nonsense to the side of Viktor's castle, so it can be neighbors with a local freak.]

Mm? Do you not know how, or...

[Glancing briefly at his funky leg. Wondering to himself if this material is water soluable or something...]

b

[rav3n]

[ALSO BEACHES YOU... I guess Luke can be in this without the vest since they aren't going kayaking. SO I GUESS IT'S JUST A WHITE SHIRT AND BLUE SWIM TRUNKS well that's fine. He is also a big ol' ball of rust from his various Work Injuries. It's fine.

He has already seen more of Viktor than either of them would like so he just comes over and sits down, unfazed.]

How's it going?

[satisficing]

[IS BEACHED

Woaw, Luke is styling at the beach while he looks like a clown. His rizz increases by, like, plus one by way of being in the same vicinity as Luke.]

I'm finding out being an architect takes about as long as being an engineer.

a

[polliwog]

[ sorry i can't not pick this prompt. he watches viktor go. his own ears, which he has now, twitch in amusement. ]

Do you need any help, Mudfur?

[satisficing]

[the cats getting everyone

He does the equivalent of this basically.]

I've--got--it!

[He doesn't.]

b.

[pyromance]

[ sorry you are slammed anna but beaches you as well. diluc is wearing his full canon outfit even in these beachy conditions. sand and rust everywhere.

he will assist him in building his sandcastle, and is undertaking this project with utmost gravity. ]

We could extend the ramparts a bit more. Perhaps add the chapel over here.

[ what say you, viktor. ]

[satisficing]

[DILUC!! YOUR BEACH CLOTHES. Breaks him over my knee. Unfortunately, Viktor does not call him out because he knows what it's like to NOT WANT TO TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF.]

Not a bad idea with the tide set to come in. [He nods.] The chapel would get good sun there for the windows.

[The pretend stained glass seashell windows...]