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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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i also got vampire kiss somehow so have two redheaded biters at this party. happy to rng a different drink for shenanigans!! if you approach him looking for something else to sip, ]
...I'm not allowed behind the bar.
[ sorry you're all stuck with your crazy drinks tonight. ]
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[my drink roll WILL have me in despair within two threads i swear to god
but anyway gregor is just taking him by the arm and pulling him along.]
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Ah, no. I meant I tended the bar during our last gathering. [ their last party that was supposed to also be a town hall, before gregor's time... ] The drink situation was quite dire.
[ anyway, diluc follows him easily! he also takes his non-bug hand and gives it a friendly bite. ]
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...I see.
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[i hate it here i hate it here]
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So, Diluc. Anyone special waiting for you among the living and/or the dead?
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he will also take margaret's hand and nip her lightly over the knuckles in greeting. this is extremely normal to him right now. ]
Take a guess.
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That's no fun. You at least have to tell me if it's someone here or someone there.
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There isn't anyone.
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You don't want to try to persuade him? [This... hamster...]
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As long as everyone's enjoying their drinks, there's no need to.
[ has absolutely no idea what is happening to him. actually they are not shaking hands, diluc is taking luke's hand and biting the edge of his palm. ]
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Why.
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[ he doesn't think anything is wrong. ]
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I didn't realize you were so [...] comfortable?
[Diluc played party games fine last time but the prude energy is just so strong]
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[Elbows him a little.]
Are they at least up to your standards?
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They do the job.
[ he offers her a smile, and gently collects her hand to give it a light nip! ]
Are they up to yours?
[ what effect is she getting blasted with. ]
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also HELP? She tugs it back, blushing.]
Um. Curse? [She bit Vash the second she met him last week, it must be the same thing.]
It's okay, but everything tastes super bland. Are you having that problem?
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I'm feeling fine.
[ ... ]
Bland...? I can't say I am. Would you like to try?
[ offers her some vampire kissy ]
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[Do these drinks negate each others effects? i choose to believe so
Anyway she nips his shoulder lightly]
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It's a shame, but consider it a break from your drink duties!
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he takes a sip after clinkies, and frowns. ]
...It doesn't taste much like anything to me. Perhaps I ought to have a word with the bartender.
[ he will not do this, but. wow. bland! ]
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in fact, perfect reason to roll. more drinks. ]
Oh, you're right... it's really nothing special?
[ disappointed. he'll grab another pair of drinks, finishing this one off quick! ]
Here, let's try again!
[ i rolled the one that turns him human so not that. they are drinking dirt now. ]
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i'm not shitting you but i rolled the exact same drink (turn into human). DILUC IS ALREADY A HUMAN. ]
...A bit strong for my taste.
[ he takes the tiniest sip because vodka is his mortal enemy. and also it doesn't do anything. NEXT DRINK: "yes men" in which diluc will become agreeable to suggestions. he also can only have the tiniest sip because it's tequila.
anyway sidon says to try again so he's now sampling yet another drink? the bartender is probably shooting him a dirty look.
SPRING SHERRY. HE STARTS COUGHING UP PETALS, SO STILL NOTHING HAS REALLY CHANGED. I'M LOSING IT!!!!!!! ]
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