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GRAVEYARD.
GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD 13 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 6 PM EST / 3 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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[He's going to cut himself on the grinder in like 2 seconds it's fine, for now he's distracted with introductions...]
It's still pretty sad, isn't it? Let's give you a good nickname so we can separate the two of you! Callisto is pretty formal-sounding, anyway. You wouldn't be opposed, right?
[STOP NICKNAMING THE PEOPLE WHO GET IMPOSTERED. His emotions go ! at that, though... THE CANTEEN..... He will zoom there and discover his own fuckin trial soon and then go stress clean after failing to find a way back to Scien.]
Ehe! We're much cuter celebrities in person though, aren't we? [please kill him again.] Is anyone else here, or is it just you? That must have been pretty lonely, if so...
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It is formal sounding. [ They take off their helmet because it's informal hours and... Tada!! His hair is down exactly like the icon. ] Let's go with Vash, but I'm cool with nicknames.
Well, I definitely think the company's nice. [ Genuinely. DESPITE YOU TWO BEING FREAKS OUT THE GATE. ] So far, it was just me. I managed.
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The vibes are ! as Vash takes his helmet off and he bounces on his feet a little! Yay! He'll peer at the television briefly, too, and there's a blip of curiosity, but he seems more focused on conversing with this new person first.]
Ah, Vash! Lovely to meet you properly! It was a little strange having to talk to people with helmets on aaall of the time, even though their visors made cute faces. [He's much more satisfied with this... EVEN IF VASH IS FUCKING DEAAAAAD.
Anyway it's fine!]
We'll keep you company now! [SAVE VASH.] I'm guessing you haven't found a way out of wherever this is or you wouldn't still be down here, right?
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You guys didn't ask for them to take off their helmets? I know some of them don't like wearing them. For escape, I haven't. I've been looking and poking around... Thing's are pretty solid, even though I feel there's a weird haunted feeling about this place.
[ And at the body report just in time. Vash stiffens and almost jumps a little, comically like how those black cats in anime just bristle up as a sensation runs up their body.
JUST BLARING CONCERN. ]
Your?! Torso?!
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Nope! I thought it might be part of their protocol, like how they can't tell us certain things... [cant believe i could have gotten a w0 npc face reveal damn. Dahut's vibes are also vaguely disappointed like SHOULD HAVE ASKED!!! And then also disappointed and a little sad because he's realizing that he won't be able to see the cute kitty for a while, which reminds him of the senior and junior crew members he won't be seeing for a while...]
Hmmm... I'll poke around a little too, but it is a little spooky, isn't it? [Said in an unruffled way.
HE'S ALSO LIKE ?! AT THE BLARING CONCERN which causes his emotions to flicker just a tiny bit like a CD being whacked. After he looks back at the screen and registers what's happening though, it's just some vague concern in return FOR VASH??? And a light sort of curiosity and some worry for his hamster Scien and also all of these new friends he just made.
He reaches out to pat Vash's arm gently.]
There, there. Don't be so worried! Ah, that's such a messy sight for them to have to see, though...
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This place is so creepy. I don't like it.
[ I'll continue those questions in conversation so you can get answers and he like pretending to be a baby, but no baby (the emotions don't match). ?! feedback loop?! ]
Don't worry?! That seems like an awful way to go out!
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[WHO TAUGHT HIM THIS. This is so funny though. SIR STOP PRETENDING TO BE A BABY Dahut would never say, since he also likes pretending to be a baby.]
Oh, well, I was unconscious before he dissected me so it wasn't that terrible! The curse is never fun, but at least it's familiar. It's fine! Though I do wonder how I'm here and also there in pieces? How many bodies do they have on hand here...
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While I was here on my own, I was wondering if I was actually here, if that makes sense, but that was probably the solitude talking. It's not like I got to see my body on the other side. [ Suddenly thinks about it WHAT IF THAT IS HIS "OTHER" BODY???? THEORIES IN HIS HEAD IS LIKE WHAT IF HE'S? POSSESSED???? BY A GHOST???? AH. LET'S NOT THINK ABOUT THAT. THAT'S KIND OF CREEPY (GENUINE). ] Improve the vibes. I've heard of this! Maybe... We can... Make some trinkets? Like a housewarming with the scrap?
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Death is never comfortable, I think. [THANKS SIR.] Ah, but I think you're here! You feel solid, after all! I'd like to run a few tests to determine exactly how solid we all are, but those can wait for now. I should keep an eye on Monsieur Scien, since this could either go very badly for him or for everyone else.
[If Scien who he thinks is still like nanited???? gets away with this he's absolutely a threat to all these fun people he loves baking for...
Except he's also a bit distracted by this. HELP.]
Oh! I think that would be lovely! Are you good with your hands, monsieur? We can make something together after I've cleaned up a bit.
[HE HATES MESS.]
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Still his caretaker even when he's here. It might be good if he survives so that they can check on him if they catch him and figure out why he's malfunctioning? But also... That also means possible danger.
[ Vash is so touched... That is so sweet of you, dahut... he just met you today, but wow. ]
I something of a mechanic. Intermediate, not an expert, but that's something!
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Ehe, well! It seems like he's in good hands there, too... [Watching like 5 people volunteer to keep Scien fed. HE'S SATISFIED...] In any case, it'd definitely be dangerous, but I think there are people in this group that could at least physically subdue him. So that's good! But still a risk I'd rather not see taken... I don't really want anyone else to end up hurt when he's not in control of his own body, you know?
[It'd be bad for his new fwends and also bad for Scien, however stunted his emotional capacity is... Also help please VASH!!!!]
Mm, it is, it is! I'm not a mechanic, but I'm used to working with my hands. I think that's a good base!
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[ But Vash agrees that he wouldn't want anyone hurt. ]
Being good at your hands is perfect for making baubles and stuff.
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[There's a creeping sensation of something a little owie and tender in his emotions, because rather than being upset for himself, he's upset on Scien's behalf.]
We can make some nice ones together then, okay? We'll have this place looking brighter and better in no time!
[THE WALLS ARE MADE OF FLESH.]
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[ Not as in dead, but whatever is... You know. Good for Scien. Anyway, Saya no Uta'd too hard in here. ]
All right. Did we want to go collect from the grinder? We could invite Luke if we want... And if you guys want to watch the trial, we can build in the canteen.
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[Except he's like IF RELIEF MEANS DEATH THEN SO BE IT. Sometimes dying is the only way...]
That sounds wonderful to me, though! I want to take a look around here later if you wouldn't mind accompanying me, too, but I'll do that after whatever they're doing is finished.
[So much is going on. Oops there's his leg...]
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[WHY IS THAT ALL HE HAS TO SAY ABOUT THIS. Though there's a feeling of fondness... He's assuming Scien wrapped his leg up all nice in his own ducky blanket hehehe.]