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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 TALKING ABOUT THE SHIP LUKE NOT YOUR DEAD FRIENDS GET OUTTA HERE he's not going to slander a bunch of strangers he's never met before, just strangers that he's known for 7 days.
Anyway taking a break from whining about their huge crew of sicklies:]
Hm... Better but not completely gone?
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Uses this icon freely now that I don't have to fear Francy's little eyes--he pauses, taking stock of himself.]
Yeah. It feels like I would on a good day. [Still little hints of pain and such, but mostly okay.] ...I guess it could be the adrenaline, though. I'd give it a little longer before I can say for sure.
[Maybe he'll start hurting again soon, who knows...]
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Dahut's just giving him an inquisitive stare with his freaky lil Reliver eyes of science, though. He wants to ask if he can take samples but he's holding himself back... The vibe is distinctly "wants to ask something but is holding back" though. Girl help.]
Will you let me know if it gets any worse? If it doesn't and it maintains a decent level here, that could tell us something.
[What? He has no idea.]
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Dahut can stare all he wants though... but Luke does like Dahut, so maybe if he asks in the future he will get a good response? Unclear.]
I'll keep an eye on it. [That's not an answer... but Luke will probably share if it's useful. Probably? Probably.] What about Scien? If he's malfunctioning, what can be done?
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He will consider asking in the future though, when they're not freshly revived. He knows that's a lot for people who aren't Relivers...]
Mm, alright. [GOOD ENOUGH FOR NOW... As for that:] Well! The best thing would be to incapacitate him until they figure out what's wrong, but that's going to be difficult without me there. Throwing him back into the cryopod should do the trick?
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Luke frowns at that, pulling up the IRIS. Tippity tap... none message. THEIR 5G!!! WHAT'S THE POINT OF THESE NANITES NOW.]
That might be a problem. [How the fck are they gonna tell people]
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Oopsies. [As he's watching Luke do this.........] ...Well! He'll probably make enough of a nuisance of himself that they'll figure it out eventually and throw him into the brig or something, but I don't want that taking too long.
[Considering he's like THAT'S MY HAMSTER BUT HE'S ALSO EXTREMELY DANGEROUS RIGHT NOW.]
Maybe we can find a way back in?
[Into the thing that spat them out..... He's about to go cut his hands all to shit.]
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The thing about mcdying is that it fixes none of this and arguably makes it worse]
Careful. [Putting an arm out to stop him... and eyeballing the hooks that may or may not be hanging around before he looks at the grinder.] Let me take a look.
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It's not like he'll stop him from going to take a look, though. More eyes are better... Or something. Still, he'll just let himself be stopped by Luke's arm for now, though he looks up at him with some concern.]
Don't do anything silly and lose a hand, okay? I don't have anything to patch it up with.
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I'll be fine. [A bold thing to say for a man who keeled over dead in front of Dahut
But at least they are STILL STANDING IN THIS TRASH HEAP so he can probably find something to use to poke the grinder in the teeth?? WHAT'S IN THESE WEIRD CARGO CRATES]
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[HIS VIBES ARE ALSO LIKE ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT SIR but he won't stop him from trying to poke the grinder. Can't wait for them to try opening a crate and immediately get exploded, though.
...]
...It doesn't seem to be moving. Maybe we should try prying it open?
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[Looks at the lore that Luke can pry metal bars open with his hands and closes my eyes I DO NOT SEE IT. It doesn't matter anyway bc these are so sharp... fortunately the thing looks ominous enough that he's not going to stick his hand in there like that person from Final Destination who reached into the garbage disposal. Instead, he picks up a piece from one of the broken crates to poke at the teeth... sharp...]
We'll probably need tools for that. Maybe there's a crowbar around here?
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[HE'S STILL NOT HELPING THOUGH He just watches as Luke does his prodding investigations to the best of his ability...
At the question, he'll glance around. There's so much garbage here, surely it'll be fine!]
Umm... Let me see if I can find anything like that!
[DARTS OFF TO DO SO and immediately slides down into hell from this pile, yelling. i dont think these are big garbage heap type piles mods correct me if im wrong if so dahut will be cleaning for so long BUT EVEN IF THEY ARE TINY, HE IS ALSO TINY SO THERE HE GO]
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But while he is investigating this DAHUT FUCKING GOES TUMBLING AWAY I GUESS]
Dahut!!
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Anyway, once he lands at the bottom:]
Owie—!!
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I don't want to hear any lecturing about safety from you. [MR. FLOATS AROUND OUTSIDE LIKE A BALLOON]
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Anyway he's just lying here completely dead on the pavement.]
Uuu, it's not my fault...! My foot just slipped...!
[IT IS HIS FAULT.]
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Luke just hoists him up into a sitting position, though, bracing him with a hand on his back.]
Maybe you should stay down here. Getting [???]dissected[???] can't be easy on your body, even if it's not the same as a normal person's.
[Scien: talks in trial about how Dahut is a genius perfectly capable of self-defense
Luke: so anyways I'm gonna fuss]
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UP HE GOES THOUGH, whining the whole way! Thanks for the brace... It's okay, his personality does lend itself to being fussed over EVEN WHEN PEOPLE KNOW THAT HE'S OUT HERE DARTING ASSASSINS.]
It's fine! My body feels like it's functioning properly, though I'll have to take a better look later. [HIS DISSECTION...2!!!!!] I want to help...
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Promise me you won't take a better look unless we find the right equipment.
[NO DISSECTION 2. BAD DAHUT. BAD]
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...I promise that I won't take a better look until I at least have tools that I'm reasonably sure won't kill me!
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Fine. And let me be there to keep an eye on you. [He doesn't know that executions are probably a thing and his services will not be needed]
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He just raises his hands, though! Careful not to accidentally bonk Luke since he's still sitting and being supported by him.]
Yay! O-kay, that should do just fine. Then you can make sure I don't die again! I don't want to test how many bodies they have in storage here... [And then execution comes to get them both presumably.
For now, Dahut will try to right himself again, taking care with his footing.]
Oop--
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This doesn't look like the morgue, but I'd rather not turn it into one.
[Especially since they are technically... the walking dead...??? This is too much for a guy who comes from a place that has a legal system and therapists.
AUTOMATICALLY MOVES TO STEADY HIM AGAIN THOUGH]
You're sure everything's okay?
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[Gazing at the teeth... The ship ate them......... Thanks though buddy, he takes the steadying and finally finds his footing.]
Mm, yep! Nothing's out of place. If something was, it'd be pretty obvious, especially this week! Shall we go, then?
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SURPRISE 2/2
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