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GRAVEYARD... 4!
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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Yeah. But I don't notice it so much anymore.
[He's free to note the excess of scars and fresh scratches beneath them. She's never not bleeding.]
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Is there any way to remove them? Is that something you would want...?
[He doesn't know her relationship with these briars except for the part where she had to fight them to kill her own ass.]
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[She forgets now, who knows what and how much. Her shoulders fold in.]
You can't. And you shouldn't, they're inside of me too. [She sighs.] a curse, Dahut, it's magic. It was supposed to be removed by True Love's first kiss.
[what a joke that turned out to be.]
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...That seems like a very finicky removal requirement. [But then the spirit of optimism takes him again.] But I'm sure you'll find a way to do so!
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I'm pretty certain at this point, I'd have to start over to do that. But thank you?
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[He'll start to carefully work on her braid while he talks, though.]
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Then I'd start over again, back at the beginning. Maybe some details would change, but a lot stayed the same.
I hope next time is different, though.
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Is that also a part of the curse? The dying and going back to the start...?
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I live in the world of story. I exist because someone wrote about me. And I keep existing because they keep telling my story. I can live as many times as I am written about, give or take.
[The details are a bit murky, probably subject to change and not exactly as she understands them. But that's the gist, and it's the rule she'll live by until she finds a way to break it.]
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Also this is so far outside of the realm of even the sci-fi bullshit fantasy science his island is full of that it takes him a moment to like, comprehend, even with his stupid lil genius brain.]
--So you're hoping that next time, things will be different? That you won't have to keep being written about, or...?
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[She turns a little, hoping to catch his eye. Impart a smile.]
That's what we were trying to fight for, before I came here. I don't know if it worked yet.
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A wonderful cause to fight for! It sounds like you'll be going back to a bit of a turbulent point, though. Are you ready for it?
[Seeing as the end seems nigh and all, or at the very least, they're overcoming one of their two or three main issues: being so fuckin dead.]
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[Affirmative and instant. No flowers needed.
Except the after-thought does merit a few. She coughs, petals of wheat and flame dropping into her hand. They are quickly disposed of.]
I just worry that...I might not remember all of this next time.
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And there's no way that you can guarantee you will?
[Dahut wondering gently if a Reliver's memory backup system would work on someone who is technically not real.]
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I'm not sure. I've never gone this far out of my story before? It might stick just because it's so unusual in the first place. [She plucks at the folds of her dress.] Sometimes the memories overlap when you remember your old lives along with the new. I only started remembering fairly recently, so it's not so bad for me yet. It might get worse, or maybe I'll be wiped clean again? I don't know.
I do think it would be nice, to carry these memories with me. I've learned a lot. And I've met such wonderful people. Yourself included, of course.
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Thank you very much! I would be really sad if I had to forget you or any of the others here, too, so I understand... [Insomuch as he can, considering he is not a fictional construct who gets memory wiped at the end of every Sisyphean cycle of running through his own story.
He's still holding onto a new half-finished braid, but he scoots to the side a little so he can look at her more properly.]
...Well. I don't know if there's anything I can do to help, but if we have the time, why don't we have a chat and see if we can't brainstorm any way of making it a little more of a guarantee?
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I'd like that. Even just to talk.
[Because frankly idk what experiments might help when it's her *~*~essence~*~* that revives and she gets a new body in every brand new minted world, but you know. It's the thought that counts.]