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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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[HE SEES, HE GUESSES. He probably has to jog to keep up with her powerwalking, but he does a decent job of it, holding his trusty mop at the ready.]
I hope it's the last for you, too! These things are so terrible, aren't they? I'm sure it's not pleasant to fight something you've already fought once, either... Ah-- [But!! He'll squint and look ahead, until he thinks he can spot it.]
--That little strand, over there?
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Well, at least I wasn't fighting her in pitch dark this time? Though seeing her clearly is its own challenge...
[Spiders should remain under a specific size for a reason.]
Yes, that's the one. It looks like it's only attached at one end, just around the corner. Let's use the end of your mop to tug on it. See if we can't lure it out.
[A stretch, but a low stakes one if there's no sign of the beast.]
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Oh, yes, that sounds much worse. I'd rather be able to see her clearly, even if seeing her at all was also very unpleasant! [SPIDER CREATURES. They don't have anything so fantastical in his world and he is glad.
That said, he'll look toward the silk and then back to Rosamund.]
Please don't let me get kidnapped by a spider... [He's been kidnapped by so many things... But he will extend the mop and tangle up the handle with the silk, like when you try to wind away a spiderweb with a twig to get it out of your face. Except this is a dog-sized spider, so the silk is much stronger.
He gives it... a couple of cautious tugs...]
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[Perish the thought! You'd get poisoned and eaten more likely.
He tugs oh so cautiously, and is rewarded with the soft pat of eight little flesh legs coming towards him. The second the baby flesh-spider is revealed Rosamund shouts out.]
Get down!
[And she shoots as the horrid beast rushes Dahut.]
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[This is a scream both over the horrors of hearing fleshy limbs as a thing at all, seeing this dog sized creature coming at him, and Rosamund yelling for him to get down combined.
Helpfully (and by that I mean totally uselessly) he wings his mop at the creature in an attempt to slow it down or SOMETHING, but it is probably not even heading in the right direction considering he threw it right as he was diving to the side to duck.
Fortunately Rosamund is a good shot as everyone and especially Diluc and Eunhyuk now know!]
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also this is SO FUCKING RUDE AKI I'LL KILL YOU. Yeah she shoots the little bastard just like she murked two stone cold hotties. One with no mercy and the other with an uncomfortable amount of mercy. The spider gets none mercy.
Dahut is safe, never once in danger.]
It's done! It's over! [She's trotting over to comfort the boy.] You did so well, it never stood a chance!
[He is ill-suited for combat. She will never invite him again.]
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She's such a good and merciless shot, that spider truly did not stand a chance. Dahut picks himself back up from where he'd... dived?? Dove?? DOVEN???? off to the side, and he looks fine even though he's a little baby about these things.]
I didn't at all, but you were wonderful! Thank you so much...!
[NOOO TAKE HIM BACK OUT FOR THE HUNT HE'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME (he will not).]
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[Sorry about that. She musses his hair fondly and helps him get steady before turning to the spider corpse. With one boot on its back she rips the arrow free, shaking off the viscera. Flesh arachnids, awful. Just the worst.]
We can all sleep a little easier now. All done! Just have to clean this mess up and it'll be right as rain. If you want you can go rest?
[She says, drenched in sweat and breathing too hard. She did have to kill multitudes of spiders plus the terrible big angry momma just before Dahut showed up.]
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Please let me help with the clean-up at least! This is one thing I can definitely do!
[Is it flesh arachnid viscera YES will that stop him NO. He's probably cleaned up worse, it's fine.]