GRAVEYARD.

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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.

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".

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[egodist]

[i guess this is our fuckhouse now but uhhhh hey scien is just going to fall into trash and stay there since it's where he belongs]

[rav3n]

[Looks at my roll of 14 like this is useless I don't understand dice beyond 1s or 20s

Anyway he abandoned Dahut to the execution so he is here and PREPARED, except he is prepared not to catch Scien but to try and jam the grinder... which fails. And probably like showers Scien in little woodchips or something.]

Fuck.

[egodist]

[showered with woodchips

scien swats at some of them, annoyed that they're interrupting his nap but some get in his hair and he does nothing about it]

Busybody...? Either you're far worse than expected or this isn't Hades.

[rav3n]

[Sawdust bath

But since his and Dahut's brilliant plan didn't work he is going to do what is rapidly becoming a habit and move over to help Scien sit up. Or. Rag doll him up and use a hand to keep him there? I don't know how boneless Scien feels at the moment.]

A little of column A, a little of column B. [This is probably a joke. Hoyoverse fans could never handle a villain LI.] We're still on the ship, don't ask me how. I can't blame you for wanting to rest after all of that, but there are beds.

[He will carry Scien there if needed, unfortunately... the way this CR was saved from nosediving off a cliff because he woke up here with Dahut who was just like "welp that was an oopsie but these things happen"]

[egodist]

[he's pretty boneless and tired - but honestly he'll sit up once guided and wave luke's hand off. no fussing. he doesn't trust enough for a carry either but we'll get there one day pixi]

I don't like beds. [he hasn't slept in a bed in over sixty years]

Ah... I see. As whatever it was spit me out, you were trying to climb in to return to the other side?

[at least he's quick on the uptake. his one plus as a person]

[rav3n]

Suit yourself. [He's fussy but not over people who can take care of themselves, even though that's arguably questionable at the moment?? He got Dahut's explanation and their own reawakening to work from, but he doesn't try to hide that he's keeping a wary eye on Scien to make sure he doesn't malfunction again.]

Yeah. It's the only connection point we've found so far.

[egodist]

I see. "So far" is a few days, so I anticipate we'll get more information as we go. I'm fairly sure I already have things I need to be caught up on.

[ . . .

the wariness is felt though, and scien is tired enough he's not even annoyed at the emotional feedback. instead:]

You're combat capable. Do you have the follow through to kill someone?

[rav3n]

Technically only one day--but we have someone else who's been here since shortly before our arrival. [So he is counting that too, even though he agrees with Scien's assessment.

He's assuming Scien's talking about Reliver business when it comes to catching up, so he doesn't ask--he just nods in answer to the question.]

I prefer to leave it as a last resort. [Sometimes you're from a normal and modern society] But yes, if it comes to that.

[egodist]

Who...?

[but scien will just nod in acceptance.]

As long as it's possible if necessary. Then while I'm monitoring myself and will obviously take action if I have any control left—I expect you to be able to remove me before I harm either of you. I'd rather not be left as a looming threat.

[and his emotions are fairly even (if still oddly processed), but there is the spark of frustration here. indignation.]

[rav3n]

The original Callisto, apparently.

[SO THAT'S FUN.

There's a pulse of sympathy, there, in response to what he picks up from Scien's stilted feelings--but for all that he's perfectly able and willing to put those thoughts into words, everything else about the situation takes priority.]

Mm. Dahut told me some things, and I caught a little of what you said on the screen, yesterday. [Not a ton, because he was busy having his own emotional malfunctions, but. Enough.] I'll take care of it.

[egodist]

Original? I see. So they can't even keep track of their own staff.

[that's... cool and fun and great. inspires so much confidence. the withering in scien's emotions is soooooo palpable for a second.

but then at the agreement, scien looks over luke for a long moment. he tilts his head, thoughtful, before he nods. there's a beat of gratitude in his emotions. it's still not quite the real thing but... it's there.]

I'm putting a burden on you. [he's aware of what it means to make the request to take life, even if it's for a good reason they can all agree on]

Name one thing you want of me in exchange.

[rav3n]

Either that, or they didn't see fit to tell us that one of their own had vanished and been replaced. [Which is... arguably a little understandable, considering that their group has already (rightfully) blasted senior crew to hell and back for all of this and probably didn't want to deal with their reactions about it. Scien's reaction is, however, the realest of moods.

Luke, for his part, is ready to leave it at that--it's not as though Scien is asking him to do anything he wouldn't have already. Don't reward me for promising to kill you, he might've said, or even you can buy me a burger once we're off this ship, if he could manage that casual playfulness he loves to wear.

But they'd spoken, hadn't they? In a sense. It normally starts as a degradation in the lungs that then spreads to the rest of the body--

He meets Scien's gaze, and there's a flicker of conflict in his eyes--but then he looks away and gets back to his feet.]

The things I want aren't things you can give me. [There's nothing but quiet resignation in his tone, a weary acceptance of this truth as unchanging.] But if that changes, I'll tell you.

[artificialsweetener]

[WELL HE JUST WANDERS OUT OF THE CANTEEN EVENTUALLY after everything's done on the screen, watching as Luke tries and fails to secure them a way out. IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S ONLY BEEN A COUPLE OF DAYS.

Anyway, he'll move over to where Scien is in his trash home and crouch down right beside his noggin, resting his arms over his knees and his chin atop that.]

Aaah, you really managed to get yourself into a mess this time.

[egodist]

I don't know what you expected.

[SOMETHING BESIDES THIS? scien isn't getting up yet, almost as if he is ready for more sleep after wildly mutilating himself]

And so? Why does Hades smell like shit?

[artificialsweetener]

[SCIEN!!! STOP LYING IN THE GARBAGE!!!!!

Dahut's just sighing and reaching down to start fussing with his hair already, straightening it out a little before he shifts so he's kneeling and can start lifting Scien up. The vibes are a complex mix of fussy worry, agitation, something tender, and an underlying, toothy sort of anger, like a freaky lil emotions monster lurking in the backend of a sewer.]

Because you got spat out into a pile of garbage that's going to take me a reeeally long time to clean!

[egodist]

[helpppp.

scien is... tired. he's exhausted but not just in the bodily way, but an almost like soul deep kind of tired. when dahut lifts him, he'll already see that scien's beautiful reliver mark has scarred over (🥹🥹🥹) as a remnant of what the hell happened to him. he at least puts in the effort to sitting up, but as dahut fusses with his hair and he processes his emotions - there's a quiet little pool of remorse that takes up the center of his feelings.]

You care too much about these things.

[ . . . ]

Report your status.

['are you okay' in scien's own way]

[artificialsweetener]

[UP YOU GO you stupid tired hamster. Dahut will support him while he's sitting or slouch-sitting, and then continues to PICK WOODCHIPS OUT OF HIS HAIR and gently fingercomb it. His gaze drops to the reliver mark, now scarred, and there's something wry in his expression. He thinks about the matching scars they likely both have now, right over their memory banks. Scarring at all is a pretty fascinating notion when the longest theirs will ever last are 23 years at best.

Not the remorse, though... NOOO... thats me aki, Dahut is feeling some freak emotions about it. A soft sort of feeling, pillowy and light, because frankly, feeling remorse from Scien Brofiise of all people is a gift in and of itself for someone like Dahut, who values emotion so highly.]

I care just enough, thank you! [ESPECIALLY WITH THIS FUCKING GROUP god he hates it here.

As for that, with a little roll of fondness:] Stable vitals from what can be tested, no residual abnormalities beyond the scarring. The nanites are still active, though!

[THEIR FUCKING NANITES there's a whiplike lash of a barbed emotion, there and gone in a flash, because even if the nanites turn out to not be the actual problem, it's what they represent that he's furious about.]

[egodist]

[he sits patiently while dahut picks out the woodchips in his hair, and listens to the answers come in. he feels dahut's emotions and for once there isn't scien's usual bristling at being made to feel what doesn't belong to him. instead, it's just the quiet processing of emotion.]

Mm...

[thoughtful, processing. when there's the mention of nanites, there's a wariness that hits scien. immediately, he begins his own experiment:]

Ask me why I harmed you. Ask me if it was worth it.

[artificialsweetener]

[i think about how vash and luke just have to deal with these two

It's so strange to see Scien in a state of reflective processing though, wow. Wild... That said, despite the thin blip of curiosity that initially presents at the commands, Dahut's quick to guess why he's asking. The emotional roll is serious and a touch contemplative, but not accusatory. He continues to fuss.]

Why did you harm me, Monsieur Scien? Was it worth it?

[1/2]

[egodist]

A sudden surge of violence overwhelmed any rational thought that I had in that situation. I suddenly felt bloodthirsty, and every attempt I made to suppress the feeling or reject it as not belonging to me, it became stronger until I no longer had control of myself.

[there is a way of anger - but it lacks violence. that's an emotion that definitely never belonged to scien. but even then, this frustration is still primarily on dahut's behalf.

and for whatever reason, there is a feeling of relief.]

... I wasn't able to say that yesterday, when questioned. The nanites might still be active, but whatever modified my behavior seems to be dormant for now.

[egodist]

[but as for the second question - ]

So now I can say that obviously it wasn't worth it. Why would I ever sacrifice you? You're annoying but necessary.

[BE NICER ABOUT IT]

1/2

[artificialsweetener]

[He doesn't feel surprised because, given what he'd already seen yesterday and Thursday night, he'd assumed it might be something like that.

In the seat of his emotions, there's still a feeling of faint unease that echoes Scien's, albeit in a more distant way. There's also a mirroring feeling of relief at Scien's free speaking and the potential dormancy of whatever they're dealing with. It's the righteous indignation and anger that sits atop it like oil over water, a spreading sheen of something unpleasantly sharp that lingers regardless of the other emotions that flit around it.

Some things are pretty unforgivable, after all. Like an external threat treating his fuckin hamster like a chewtoy, putting him through the possession wringer and spitting him out in a disheveled, scarred-up lump.]

[artificialsweetener]

[And then he just TUGS SCIEN'S HAIR. It is notably gentler than his usual bullying but damn.]

You can go back to being a lump in the brig, actually!

[BINCH.]

[egodist]

Ow—stop.

[you can fucking tell scien is tired and out of it based on thee fact that he doesn't even respond with play violence though! help! instead he just tries to shift slightly away as if that won't make another tug worse.]

I said enough nice things about you yesterday.

[EVERYONE KEPT MAKING HIM! ALSO IT DOESN'T MATTER WHEN DAHUT DOESN'T HEAR IT!]

Stop being upset. [LIKE THAT SOLVES ANYTHING but also with certainty:] We'll be fine.

[artificialsweetener]

[SCIEN IS REALLY SO TIRED HELP. At least he won't tug again... He does herd Scien back though stop shifting you asshole he has so much debris to clean.]

What, like saying that I could hit assassins like I'm playing darts? I thought it was fun being thought of as a cute baker, you know!

[That's so funny though fucking help NOT THE DAHUT COMPLIMENT PARADE THAT HE DIDN'T GET TO HEAR!!! He's going to hit Scien with a brick. There's also a little twinkle of amusement in his vibes on hearing that.]

Emotions are hardly so easy to control, Monsieur Scien! [HEHEHE.] But I know, I know. I can know that and still be upset, though.

[The arrogance of genius, damn.]

So! All in one piece? Nothing's still sore?