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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".
w5 trial
she looks to see how people look after last night (she expects various degrees of awful). ]
... I decided to have no expectations, but they should at least find Harley.
[ right? ]
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Eunhyuk looks the same as usual, in that even if he was about to drop dead out of exhaustion he would still be his usual line face. he's wearing a sweater with a hoodie and jeans, careful to cover up his rust spots.]
...It looks like they think it might be in the waste disposal.
[IS HARLEY'S BODY SHREDDED?]
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...At least they know what to expect by now.
[everyone really is okay with gore now]
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It's the same process either way.
[ that's where they show up..... ]
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shouxue....]
They'll need to have a body to examine. [...] I guess they could reach the same conclusion if Harley's hyenas left wounds on Owner's body... But they might think she was the one influenced instead.
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This is what I meant...
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she sighs. ]
Please throttle him out of my sight.
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[ victim rights... ]
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lucien round up
[sorry to francy and quynn there's no easy way to explain the series of events that occurred here.]
He asked about us sending the rats and I didn't say shit. We also talked a little about the adventure Owner, Sidon, and I went into into his mind, so I won't get into that stuff, but if anyone wants to know about that for reasons other than being nosy, tell me.
He asked what we should be looking into next, and I told him I didn't think we knew much more than they did, but talked about some of the general stuff we've seen around here and told him to see the thing we sent Yuri. When I tried to mention this dossier, I glitched for some reason, so maybe that's sensitive.
He told me that on their side, they found out there was a CEM cult on the last planet they were on, and they've been seeing more flesh walls on their side. Maybe the living and dead sides are starting to merge or get closer together. The senior crew didn't know much about the review of planets or flowers. They were also looking for Vash's body, but think it's over here now - or is everywhere in some way.
[she'll glance at viktor now.]
You wanted to know more about his experience last week, that he talked about in the letter. He told me that after the last seance, he tried to keep the connection going too long and slipped into our side. He could hear Dahut through a wall made of flesh and lined with bone and ribs. He felt a presence and heard water, which he could walk across. There was a sweet scent and he saw a woman with dark hair floating in the water face down. He had the thought about it being a holy day and felt her memories, which were about the "choice between happiness with a man or stability." Then she turned into someone he knows from his past, and made him an offer. She said the woman she'd turned into didn't have to die and he could have his journal. He rejected the offer, but the woman turned to him and kept pleading. He saw pink haze and felt the promise of everything he ever wanted, and then was eaten with teeth and was crushed and woke up.
...So all things considered, Rat Applebees was probably a better Friday night for him.
Anyway, I told him roughly what we know about how to bring us back, which I think is not more than they know, and also told him to keep an eye on the planets and what the ship is doing at each one. And then he asked a really sarcastic question, which happened to be number four, and the connection dropped.
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However, when we tried to create a memory backup of the First Callisto, we succeeded. That means he is corporeal and has his physical body here. He sent a letter to the Nonagon to indicate as much.
Though it's worthwhile to note he heals at the same rate as us—we gave him a papercut and it healed in minutes. So I want to examine something else here, either the flesh wall or the rat, to see if the regeneration is separate from our entities being made of memory.
[hence the almost rat dissection yesterday but it's fine there's more rats]
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[Shaking his head. The ratting was deserved for the stupidity. But his expression softens in consideration.]
Thank you for your help, Margaret. I feel like he may have given us more information than we had to give to him. Not a bad thing, I guess.
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Oh, yes—Dimia's journal. She didn't seem to recall much from it, but Nera told me that this planet always smelled sweet, with many gardens. It is called Lotophagos, and that the mishaps on the ship seemed to escalate after they visited there.
However, they hadn't brought any samples back with them onto the ship. Still, it seems too much to just be coincidence.
[ a pause, thinking ]
Didn't you all have odd experiences like that with the haze earlier? Before I arrived? [ viktor and eunhyuk did in the plot doc ] It sounds like Lucien experienced something similar.
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He keeps half his attention on the screen even as they discuss plot elsewhere in this top level.]
My message went through on HER-MES last night, but... I didn't think we'd run into this problem. [Did you know there's no tie emoji it's just a necktie on a shirt. Hateful. He is also a little annoyed at himself for not considering that the second killer could've also been killed, but there's nothing to be done for it now.]
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...It might be for the best. They haven't been open to voting for two since the beginning.
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[Truly amazing that every week at least one possessed person dies though. Also he hands Luke a breakfast plate again.]
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Through most of the trial he'll be sitting wherever Scien is, working on a small project that is still not a rat effigy and glancing up at the screen every now and then.]
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he'll pour himself a cup of coffee...]
Thank you, Dahut. What are you working on?
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he's working on a lil project again and not paying attention to trial. sometimes it's tetris break time]
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