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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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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.]