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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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[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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If you're sure. [He's not wholly convinced, but he's still so prickly about mcdying... and looking for a way out is more important than grilling Dahut about his Condition™] Come on.
[I GUESS THEY ARE GOING TO WATCH PEOPLE FIND DAHUT'S HEAD]
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[IT'S FINE...... BUT YAAAY EXPLORING. Time for them to go run around finding no way to escape and also stumbling into the canteen where they can watch people find his head. He's truly going to be the most okay with all of this out of anyone.
Anyway they can vibe during all of that at some point idk if luke is joining vash and dahut for arts n crafts hours while they witness this happening BUT THEY CAN CATCH THE CHAOTIC END OF TRIAL. he's just like oop there's me head o:]
Monsieur Scien, why did you put my head in the pillowcase and my leg in your nice blanket...
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BUT AROUND THEY GO, WOW. Luke's probably dipping in and out, partly because he's stubborn as hell and will be investigating for a way out for ages, partly because he's antsy and prickly and doesn't want to be around other people with his Post-Death Emotions, and partly because he doesn't like having to sit there and watch them all solve this insane murder case while he can't help... rip. He will, though, stop in now and then, as he does here--he isn't in the mood to let himself get roped into arts and crafts hour yet, that can come later. For now, he just frowns.]
Does he not remember doing this? [Or is Scien just like "I won't explain myself to this room I will sit here for nine hours while Charles fails to identify a bread tie"]
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He hums at that, though.]
No, I think he remembers... It's likely that his system is still malfunctioning somewhat, though.
[Just based on what he knows of Scien and Scien's behaviors. He's also just watching people start to question Scien more and more and the vibes are like. A little glad? He doesn't want anyone else hurt... But they're also upset on Scien's behalf, especially watching the accusations build.]
SURPRISE 2/2
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Well
So much for the Reliver interrogation--Luke straightens up as well, and he's watching, too, but he's mostly keeping an eye on Dahut now. He can't do anything for Scien and co. from here, but he can at least toss Dahut over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes if HIS little noggin gets fried]
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Anyway the vibes are insanely sharp and deeply, heavily displeased, vaguely like a person watching someone be rough with their pet hamster, vaguely like a mother watching someone bully their son.]
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They're upset for you, right now. [And he doesn't blame them he'd also think Scien is fucking insane, although he would be helping hold Rosamund back about it.] Maybe he'll explain.
[It will not help]
1/2
In any case, Dahut doesn't seem to be at risk of overheating like Scien, at least in this moment. His emotions are just a step to the left as they've been all week, and just a tiny bit muted, but nothing like the panic Luke had found him in - which was honestly pretty mild for him, anyway.
He doesn't seem to mind the hand on his shoulder, either. There's a little flicker of gratitude for what he says.]
I know. I'm not upset with them.
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There's something like relief, a touch to the left and a little softer, and his eyes crinkle with warmth when he smiles, even if the smile isn't very big. Just like that, huh? I'll see you in Hades.]
Ah. There he is.
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No I'm kidding. Despite the bitter knot of misery and anger he'd woken up with, he's still very much the same caring person who tried to help Dahut calm down earlier in the week. He stays close, trying to be supportive as Dahut's subtle, stilted emotions shift and turn. Once Scien returns to himself, and Dahut relaxes in turn, Luke gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, then withdraws.]
He'll be okay on his own? He doesn't need maintenance? [Imagining Scien stuck in a jail cell just repeatedly BSOD'ing over and over for two months is so sad.]
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It would be so sad though christ. FORTUNATELY Dahut, after giving the television one last look as Scien just fucking sinks into the floor, shakes his head. He turns to face Luke, smiling.]
Thank you, monsieur. [For the reassurance, even though they have both also been through so fucking much recently! Wow.] I think he should be okay! At least for now. The important thing is that he's going to be tucked away nice and cozy in jail so he can't hurt anyone else, in case whatever caused him to malfunction in the first place is still an existing threat.
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Do you have any idea what it could've been? It probably can't be fixed here, but...
[It's important to know, at least--since they are somehow, miraculously, walking around, he's going to hold onto the hope that they can find their way back to the rest of the ship. And maybe by then, there will be a place where Dahut and Scien can make the repairs they need.]
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It's back to business for now though, hands on his hips, no longer paying the screen and the poor people on the other side still having a time after all of this any mind.]
To be honest, I think it might be the nanites. It's not like any bug that's native to our systems as Relivers... At least none that I've ever seen, and I've been working with the technology for a long time! And if it's not that, "the foreign bodies injected into our bloodstream without our knowledge that we still know nothing about" is the most logical conclusion. [A beat, and then:] Which could pose a problem for the two of us, considering it seems that ours are still active.
[As they are currently engaged in emotionshare and all...]
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Luke's willing to shift right back to business, though. He nods, flexing his fingers. Unfortunately, now he's worried about the people he knows who have WILD SHIT going on with them, especially considering half this cast turns into monsters when they feel emotions, apparently??? WHAT THE FUCK, Y'ALL.]
...They must be able to get them out somehow. [SURELY? ????] Maybe Vash knows a little more.
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What a mood, though! What the hell is wrong with yall this place is a nightmare for Dahut who values emotion above all else. Stop being such emotion freaks.]
I do believe them when they say we need the nanites to exist in this environment in a stable way... But there should be a way to replicate the benefits without the glitches. We'd need a lot more than what we have here, though! We don't even know what these nanites look like, let alone how to start taking them apart or putting something new together.
[Gazing back out in the direction of the distant mouth and garbage heaps as he considers going PARTS SCAVENGING.]
...If there was a way to filter them out without immediately killing someone, I'd be interested in seeing what sort of effects it might have, though.
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He's pretty sure he knows the answer to this, but--]
Through blood samples, you mean?
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[DON'T EHE ABOUT THIS.]
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[He really is going to be stuck in the garbage pit with y'all for a whole week by himself. HAVE MERCY.
But also, if this is something they still have to worry about--]
Would you notice if something started to go wrong with you, or should I be keeping an eye out for symptoms with you, too?
[He's willing to incapacitate Dahut if he has to, but he would rather not be following him around with a 2x4 unless there's no other option.]
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But then there's thoughtfulness, and he raises his hand, tapping his chin.]
Hmm... Well, Monsieur Scien did give me a warning before he started to lose control of himself, but it was a very short one. Considering you have combat as a listed skill, I think I wouldn't pose too much of a threat to you... This body is very weak, after all! But it was fairly obvious that something was amiss. Ah, I wish I could talk to him and ask him a little more about what he was experiencing now that he seems to be snapped out of it...
[WISH GRANTED DAHUT YOU FOOL.]