GRAVEYARD... 4!

[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

[rosebleed]

[Looking distinctly put out.]

Well. Since our powers are back, I've spoken to as many rats as I can. Both the big and the small. I asked if they knew anything about the Brain or the Organs, whether they've seen anything strange in the flesh walls, and if they had any idea about Vash and his rifts.

[Long sigh.]

And to nobody's surprise, they don't have much to say. The little flesh ones are mostly just brainless and hungry, the regular ones just say that the flesh isn't good to eat. The large ones are actually kind of nice once you get to know them? They were mostly interested in talking about some kind of love triangle going with um, "Gooferella" and the Flower Rat, and someone else. [respectfully redacts.] But they say they just steer clear of the organs themselves, and that their friend Jerry once wandered into the wall and was never seen again?

They also think Vash is going into rifts on purpose, probably to date someone. They suspect Almathea.

[Truly just withering on the spot.]

Anyway, if you want to read some love letters for fun, they're in the piano in the Dripping Debussy. Otherwise, I don't think we can rely on them for much of anything.

[artificialsweetener]

[He wants to know who the third person is so bad, like he has a sixth sense telling him that there's a possibility to bully Scien in this redaction.]

[rosebleed]

[son hasn't that man been punched enough last night]

[artificialsweetener]

[He's a punching bag with an unlimited lifespan!]

[egodist]

[the way he's tuned this out bc it's just about rats and he doesn't care about rats]

[artificialsweetener]

[SCIEN THINK OF THE FLOWER RAT'S FEELINGS.]

[discomfort]

Oh.

[rosebleed]

At least we know it's a dead end?

[God what a waste of time]

[discomfort]

No, it was good that you checked, since we should be exploring every avenue we have.

But just. You know. Oh.

[polliwog]

Oh! Who was the third person!?

[ JUST ASK!! WHATEVER!!!! THIS IS SUCH A TITILLATING STORYLINE AND LIFE IS SHORT ]

[rosebleed]

[eyes going oh so wide.]

No one we know!

[Absolutely we do.]

[discomfort]

[polliwog]

[ WATCHING FOR FLOWERS BECAUSE THIS IS THE WORST LIE EVER ]

[rav3n]

[messy]

[uncoincidental]

[pretend this is, like, simultaneously when the her-mes post went up since i was dead asleep like a chump

rosamund will feel a faint stirring of magic in her mind, and then -




well no something else she sees in there makes her keep her mouth shut at least it's on her-mes]

[rosebleed]

[Jumpscared by checking on HER-MES]

H-how?!

[SHE WAS SO CAREFUL]

[artificialsweetener]

[LMFAO.]

[rosebleed]

Did you do this?

[egodist]

[ reads hermes and the vibe is truly ??? ]

[rosebleed]

I didn't say anything!

[artificialsweetener]

[ROSAMUND TRIED SO HARD AND FOR WHAT. He'll tug Scien down so he can whisper something.]

[barriermaddened]

[That outburst makes Sora check the HER-MES. She raises her eyebrows]

...this feels like someone trying to cover their own misbehavior by pointing the finger at a random person. Scien isn't someone who would...have flings with rats.

[That Sora is convinced about. She has a hard time picturing him having a fling with literally anything that isn't science-shaped]

[rosebleed]

[Head in her hands]

To be fair...the thing I was talking about was for sure unrequited...

[He doesn't acknowledge the rats :C]

[piteous]

[ HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO SAY TO ANY OF THIS... ]

Amalthea definitely has a partner or something.

[ He wants to clear up that he will always be maidenless. ]