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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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Something comes crawling out of the rift. Seems like a fleshy version of this humanoid thing. Only a glance is enough to reveal that even its non-fleshy version would be hostile and deadly, too. As if that wasn't enough, several rat skeletons come crawling out of the tear as well, filling the Rat Race.
Sora doesn't flinch upon the sights]
Typical. Nothing that hasn't been done before.
[And, taking off the weights off some weightlifting stuff, so she can have the bar, she tests the weight in her hands. She addresses anyone who stumbles upon this all]
Help me with this one, won't you?
[The hot dig wieners rift
Sora has been staring at her fingers for a while. She has been trying to understand the struggle, but...look, the sight is so bizarre she keeps getting distracted by it]
How is it possible this is the only change? How would anyone wear gloves with hands like these ones? The lack of dexterity is alarming. Shouldn't the fingers have fallen off at some point, atrophied?
[She's thinking too hard about this all, apparently.
The Beach rift
There's Sora, with a white sundress and a pretty big hat. It's an unusual look on her, truthfully! And she's not sure what she's doing in this place at all.]
What are we supposed to do to get out of this one...?
[She has a passing familiarity with anime, but not enough to know what a beach episode has]
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Maybe the challenge is to accept the absurdity of it all?
[She grins weakly. Then tries to pick up a plum and take a bite.
It rolls around in the fruit bowl, slapped to and fro by hot doggy fingers.]
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[She just...struggles to grab the tip of one of her sausagey fingers with the other hand, moving it back and forth]
I hope it won't still be there once we're out of here.
[How will we even explain to the rest what happened to us. Just two of them, going through their afterlife with their silly fingers...]
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[Okay come on they can do this, team work. She pushes the plum towards Sora's palm. If they lift it together, no fingers involved, perhaps this will come to pass.]
They could just remove the memory of this ever happening and maybe our hands will go back to normal. I don't — oof, I hate how boneless they feel? It's so creepy!
[To have fleshy sensitive appendages that you cannot move. Especially ones that flop everywhere.]
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...I liked more the one where I turned into a pony...
[Which went unseen because I was busy during the event, dang]
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diluc picks up a dumbbell from one of the racks and launches it at a rat skeleton, sending bones scattering like bowling pins in an alley. ]
Gladly.
[ he picks up a medicine ball next, and takes aim. ...it just bonks off of the humanoid thing. ]
...You may have better luck with your staff [ barbell ] on that one.
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[She faces that monstrosity with the attitude of someone who has fought this thing so, so many times in the past, and swings, coming close. The thing bends backwards, Sora only clipping one of its wings]
I'm more of a ranged attacker. This is new territory.
[Despite that, though, she defends herself, avoiding getting pinched by that oversized pincer the thing is carrying, blocking with hard metal to avoid getting caught in it]