GRAVEYARD... 4!

[dropoffs]

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.

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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CHANGES GRAVEYARD LOCATIONS LIVING SIDE STATUSES PROFILES AUDIENCES REPORTING PRIVATE CONVOS COMMS DOSSIER

Comments

GHOST TALK

[dropoffs]

You may talk to Blake or any of the ghosts listed: (W1) Everan Gill ♂, Lancion ⚤, (W2) Gavin Cleves ♂, Hans Falcin ⚤, (W3) Althalos Truegust ♂, (W4) Dimia Montagu ♀, Abigail Bradley ♀, and (W5) Nera Cheswright ♀.

[discomfort]

Oh, it is nice to meet you, Blake-sama!

[ stares at her-mes ]

We seem to be in contact with Ellya-sama?

[dropoffs]

[ It takes him a moment before he responds. ]

It's nice to meet you. I'm guessing you're one of Vash's new friends.

[ As weird as it is. Every once in a while he looks at this fleshy canteen. ]

Ellya is here?

[discomfort]

We do not know where she is. Hold on.

[ he's just going to show him the her-mes message ]

[pathematic]

[hi blake..... megane to megane communication]

How far did you get in your CEM wave research? For bringing the others back?

[dropoffs]

[ megane to megane communication but i think eunhyuk is taller than him ]

... I didn't get that far after creating a formula. The storm hit the Eudora the next day—and it was collapsing.

[ just falls onto the floor and orz thinking about his failure ]

[pathematic]

[NOT THE ORZ.... relatable though damn, also why are there are so many people who died from collapsing debris here,]

We found your journal.

[and he will show him the entry with his formula]

Is this the formula?

[polliwog]

[ talking at blake, but he'll give a wave to the other ghosts he's talked to so far! friends!!! ]

Blake, is it? It's nice to meet you finally! My name is Sidon, Prince of the Zora.

[dropoffs]

[ They show up randomly and wave back. Hello, Sidon. ]

Vash didn't tell me he knew royalty. It's nice to meet you, your Highness.

[polliwog]

[ hehe ghost friends ]

Hah, little reason for formalities, I think—just a habit of mine!

[ hi blake ]

I hope you don't mind if we ask you some questions? [ he'll just grab both his entries as well as the science article ] I was wondering if you could tell us more about some of this, like... other dimensions? [ vash mentioned it but he has no idea what this means ]

[bossbabygirl]

Hi, Blake.

[she waves and gives a small little smile.]

We've been hoping to meet you for a while. Do you know where you are?

[dropoffs]

Vash said this is... The... Helly Belly? But I'm not sure what that really means aside from a place where your souls are being...

[ Makes a face. ]

Digested. Sorry. I guess, it's where our souls are being digested.

[bossbabygirl]

Yes. I was more wondering if that entire concept makes any sense to you. Something has gone very wrong on the ship, and pulling apart the pieces that would seem to make sense and those that don't make help us find a way out.

Is there any reason our "souls" would be being stored in a part of the ship that you know of?

[egodist]

[sure let's start with blake]

Does the concept of a 'Tesseract' sound familiar to you in the slightest?

I've looked at your formula, but it suggests that the 'souls' may need to be guided to the pre-existing body vessels. And you can confirm that the Eudora has the capability to restore bodies to previous functionality?

[dropoffs]

... A cube prism?

[ Since that's what a tesseract is. ]

That's right. Metis had long talked about auracite, a crystal attuned to soul data, that can transport someone between worlds and I had took that into consideration in my work. The object itself has to have amenable inclusions. The stasis bay has the capabilities of restoring corpses to their original state.

[egodist]

Supposedly the Tesseract that was won via auction by the Senior Crew is also capable of opening rifts between worlds or long distances. Would it be an appropriate substitute for this auracite, or are you suggesting that we must look for an auracite specifically?

From your formula, it shouldn't be too difficult to harness the soul in the for of CEM waves as long as they are able to be transported to the original body that matches the 'soul' and these two beacons are created to create a bridge between our location and that of our bodies. Is that correct?

Given that we are in a location that is made of memory, would it be sufficient for one of us to remember a beacon on our end as long as the other side is able to construct one of their own?

[rav3n]

[Okay I did a quick scan and I THINK??? Blake is the only one here who can help him with this??? So after struggling a little he will come and interrogate him. But like, friendly because he doesn't need to be an asshole cop to a ghost]

Hey, Blake. [Damn you look like you haven't slept in 20 years. Are you related to Viktor] Do you think you could give me a hand with something, while you're here?

[dropoffs]

[ Courtney isn't here, so yeah it's Blake.

He looks better than Viktor... He just has panda circles. ]

Sure... Whatever we can do to stop this.

[rav3n]

We've got an observatory over here now--do you think you'd be able to come with me, and tell me what to do to set it up for CEM wave monitoring? I can write it down instead if you're stuck in here.

[messy]

[waves awkwardly at blake and the other ghosts in confusion. but she's addressing blake here, i guess.]

Oh, shit, they weren't kidding about the ghosts... How's it going?

[dropoffs]

[ The past weeks' ghost kind of flicker here and there. They don't really respond unless interacted with, so they do wave at Harley though they don't recognize her. ]

... Bad?

[messy]

[are these ghosts tangible... can she pat his shoulder in solidarity...]

Yeahhhh, seems about right. So... Anything you wanna talk about, my man?

[uncoincidental]

[waves at the ghosts!]

Hello, Blake... I think most of the others have been asking you questions already, but is there anything we haven't really touched on that you think we should be aware of?

[dropoffs]

[ he just looks tired as he tries to think... ]

... I wish I could tell you how to end all of this, but it's really beyond me. The last frontier, confronting whatever this is, might have to be what you guys have to step into yourselves.

If you choose to run, then please spread the information across the galaxy so someone else can step up.

[uncoincidental]

[she nods]

...I'm sick and tired of running. If we can, then I would much prefer to end this once and for all.