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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Comments

[satisficing]

[Oh my GOD. WHY IS THE EGG LARGE AND MOIST. YOSHI? He puts his good knee up on the machine to PULLLLLLL.

What fat fucking ass...]

H-Help! Someone come to the egg room! [don't say that] Something is stuck in the machine!

...an egg!

[rav3n]

[I'm gonna old linus you for putting this machine in here

But predictably Luke is immediately going to be here if somebody's yelling for help, although even with Viktor's specification he has to like. Stop. And stare for a second.]

What the hell did you do?

[dropoffs]

[ viktor did Egg. that's what he did.







in any case. do you remove the egg together, boys? ]

[satisficing]

I didn't do anything! I was just walking by!

[HE IS OFFENDED LUKE IS ACCUSING HIM OF LAYING THIS EGG AND GETTING IT STUCK IN THE MACHINE!]

Help me get it out of here before the whole thing blows up in this room with us in it!

[rav3n]

[WELL LISTEN VIKTOR HE'S SEEN YOU DO A LOT OF SHIT AT THIS POINT SO CAN YOU REALLY BLAME HIM]

Fine, but if some weird creature comes out of here, it's your responsibility. [HE ISN'T GOING TO CO-PARENT WHATEVER'S INSIDE OF THIS EGG WITH YOU. But he will come over and help Viktor get this horrible thing out of the machine... gross... AT LEAST THEY'RE ALL ALREADY GROSS ANYWAY]

1/?????

[dropoffs]

[ imagine whatever's inside just imprints on you both like mama papa and you're stuck with it forever? anyways.

the two of them go ahead and with their strength combined manage to dislodge this enormous, moist, juicy, big egg from the machine. the machine itself shudders after being released of the burden, but the egg itself is so slippery it falls out of their hands and rolls rolls rolls and... ]

2/?

[polliwog]

[ ...it rolls down whatever horrible egg ramp there is and cracks hard against the wall! the contents spill forth.

one of them is probably the reason why this egg was so big, thanks viktor's bodyshaming brackets. it takes several seconds for sidon to bother trying to right himself up, disoriented. maybe because they just got egged, but probably more likely the injuries—it's hard to see where the blood starts and stops, a fresh gush of it here and there from wounds, but also the fact that he's burnt pretty much. everywhere. just one giant burn, scales and skin scorched off entirely across his chest especially. his clothes are barely hanging in there. there's blood on his face.

but it's hard to see, because after a second, he's looking wildly alert, glancing around and gripping at someone else, hunched over them protectively. his voice comes out crackly, both from damage and maybe emotion. ]

Wake up—we're back!

3/3

[bossbabygirl]

[also spilling out of the broken remains of the egg is a young woman dressed in some fashionable winter clothes. she's lying in sidon's arms, slick with yolk, and by yolk i mean blood. there's a lot of blood all over her, completely soaking her torn clothes and ruining the appealing and professional neutral palette they once had. cradled in her arms is a small cosplay nerf gun.

while sidon may be trying to speak to her and wake her up, she isn't moving. she's lying very still, leg at an odd angle, and eyes closed. but after a long moment, she gasps suddenly as though she's trying hard to catch her breath, and there's a choking sound as she fails to catch it.]

[rav3n]

[aaaaaAAAAAAA

Sorry Sidon Viktor can deal with you he's immediately abandoning everything else and reaching out for her "Sidon has her" TOO BAD]

Margaret--!

[polliwog]

[ no luke should absolutely take her. he is really only clinging out of desperation. he will shoot him kind of a wild stare, pupils turned to very thin, sharklike slits, but otherwise all yours buddy!!! ]

[rav3n]

[Sidon can stare at him all he wants, Luke doesn't even notice--he takes Margaret and holds her firmly, sinking down to his knees so that she doesn't have to put any pressure on her leg, even accidentally. He supports her head, scanning her face in concern.]

Margaret? Can you hear me?

[satisficing]

[God DAMMIT. He KNEW this fucking giant egg...!!!! He stands there for half a second, gaping. Is this what it was like when he wandered out stupidly? NOOOOO.

Quickly, he starts tearing his shirt off.]

Sidon?! Are the two of you alright?! Here!

[Stumbling on the ramp and the bad leg as he runs toward them with the shirt. PLEASE, THE BLOOD?!]

[polliwog]

[ he can try to mop up the blood with his tiny thin shirt, but between the two of them, there's a lot. it's a lot of blood. maybe even five liters of blood?

once he's passed margaret off to luke, he collapses, catching himself on a forearm out of pure stubbornness, shoulders shaking as he coughs up more blood for viktor to clean, bleeding out of his eyes. ]

...Is she dead?

[satisficing]

[The shirt is futile, but he's still doing it ANYWAY. He panics both about Sidon and then the urge to grab him. He's crispy?! NOT THE FISH.] Sorry! [He grabs him then, gently, trying to keep him-- Well, it's useless, he's a twinkass binch, he can't keep anyone up.]

It's okay if she is. She'll be back. What about you? [Dabbing at his mouth and eyes. WHY IS THE BLOOD COMING OUT THE WRONG PARTS.] You can decide, it's okay.

[It'd be stupid of him to deny Sidon what he did himself.]

[bossbabygirl]

[she has a lot of actively bleeding wounds, i don't know if a shirt is going to do it.]

[satisficing]

[DAMMIT, you fuckers. NOW THERE IS MORE FUCKERS SOMEWHERE.]

Miss Margaret, can you hear me? Revival happens four hours post death. You'll return healed. If you want that, you have to let us know somehow so Dahut can assist you.

[pathematic]

[AHHHHHhHHHHhhhhhHHHHH

Eunhyuk is here, carrying a bunch of medical supplies because that's what he does on Thursdays now since they keep coming back DEAD!!! He immediately heads over to Margaret first, WHY IS SHE CHOKING? CAN SHE BREATHE DO THEY HAVE TO DO CPR]

[bossbabygirl]

[she seems to be able to breath, but she's just struggling with it. her throat looks a little swollen and red. but she is bleeding extremely a lot.]

[polliwog]

[ he's watching to see if she needs cpr too, while contributing to the blood. he does not suggest that maybe death would be kinder. ]

[rosebleed]

[they all come running to the egg factory]

No! Not here too!

[Despite finding out very recently that yes, here too is a possibility, Rosamund's shock has her quaking as she runs to help.

Margaret looks worse off but Sidon is no prize himself. She reaches for the other woman's arm, looking into his eyes with a stark panic.]

Are you all right? Where do we take the injured here? Where?

cw: eye stuff

[polliwog]

[ if she's looking him in the eyes, she can see that they're bleeding. there's blood welling thickly in both, gathered along the brim and leaking down his face. when he speaks, there's a moment spent on a cough, where the blood finds its way out of his mouth, staining between his teeth, bright red, suctioning to his response. sorry if any gets on her. ]

—Nowhere.

[ let them die or heal. yay! ]

[bossbabygirl]

[she can hold hands. her hand is actually kind of burned and nasty and also covered in blood, but she can hold it.]

[artificialsweetener]

[HE'S WORRIED but he's also just sort of standing here waiting to see if he'll be called on to be the angel of death again.]

[bossbabygirl]

[she isn't asking him, mainly because she's lying here bleeding silently.]

[polliwog]

[ he is not also not asking actively even if they look like they're dying ]