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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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[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?
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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!
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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]
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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.]
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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.
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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?
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[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.
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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]
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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.]
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You can go back to being a lump in the brig, actually!
[BINCH.]
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[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.
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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?
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[helpppppp]
I can still feel your warped emotions though, and your dishonesty is more grating than usual because of it.
[when dahut is so happy genki and scien just has to sit here like 'frown for once']
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[But he'll take the compliment about his aim THANKS... ALSO HE CAN'T BELIEVE SCIEN JUST CALLED HIM GRATINGLY DISHONEST HE'S GOING TO HIT THIS MAN WITH A BRICK. He immediately launches into his stupid dramatic hammy whining instead IS THIS BETTER THAN HAPPY GENKI YOU BINCH.]
Don't be so mean to me after all I've been through...!! I can't help it if I'm just a teeny, tiny bit mad! Watching you that night was really horrible, you know?
[Watching someone he values so highly get puppeted around in their own body was actually genuinely horrific but that just makes him angrier help.]
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I watched myself, but I have some idea.
[truly scien's overwhelming emotion was anger the whole way through. so much so that i couldn't even write a sad, remorseful execution because the man is simply insane]
You're more than some small sliver of mad. If you are, that's fine. Say so. I was—am angry for what I ended up doing to you.
Diluting it or hiding it away is stupid, when we've known each other as long as we have.
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Unfortunately, Dahut also sees the softness in the vibes for what they are... Between that and Scien touching on their long and sordid relationship, he just sighs, letting the over-abundance of hammy energy go, at least for now.]
Mm, then I'll say it! I'm reeeally mad. [And even though the anger that he feels now is nowhere near his actual capacity, it's still a stark stand-out amidst his more buoyant or tender emotions.] That must have been an awful thing to experience, right? Not being able to do anything about it was frustrating, too...
[ALL HE COULD DO WAS RUN FOR HIS LIFE AND HE DID THAT TERRIBLY.]
I never want to see anything like that happen to you again.
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Of course I'm frustrated about what happened. Being trapped inside my own mind and watching my own logic fall apart was one of the worst forms of torture I could imagine.
[it's why he was so vindictive and angry, and now why he's so tired after experiencing all of that]
But it's not as if I ever want to deal with you being gone by force again either. [it's one thing if dahut is fed up with him or busy work with - scien isn't codependent. but dahut not able to attend to him? unacceptable.] I don't want to be the cause of it.
I'll sacrifice anyone that I think I need to for my goals. That has never included you.
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It is very funny though help. There was only one point during that whole fiasco where he'd felt any real strong emotion on his own behalf, and even then, it was mixed together with so many others. Hearts! Messy things.]
Mmm, that was the worst part. [Knowing that Scien was still in there having to watch his body and forward-conscious mind just doing whatever the fuck. There's another little flicker in his anger, this one settling a bit faster, if only because it's accompanied by a discomforted unease. Man fuck these body hijacking hijinks what the wholeass hell.
Then, there's a brief blip of a tangle of something much more complex, there and gone. He reaches out, smoothing Scien's stupid messy fringe into a more orderly state with that same fussy, tender energy.]
I know. Hearing the logic coming out of your head was really something else! Thinking I can't do well with my own dissection... [THE AUDACITY OF FAKE SCIEN.] Too bad for whoever is responsible that they let us get out of this with working bodies and brains, huh?
[He didn't catch Scien's last words except for probably in brief, blurry glimpses at other phones in their shitty screens, but he doesn't need to know what they are to know that wrath is on the heels of what they'd both been forced to endure.]
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[said idly, in the way that scien's threats are always so real but so casual to himself. there is a tendril of anger that sneaks in, but he doesn't show much concern after that. they need to gather first, to get their information and know their enemy, before he can fixate on the idea of getting even.]
Ah, but speaking of people who will be unlucky that our consciousness persists, you should know that Viktor has your memory bank. He told me he was going to examine it to learn how to defeat death, so I told him that he's an idiot and should die even sooner than planned.
[H
HELP]
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Monsieur Scien...! [BE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT THE FUCKING THREAT. He's not concerned about it at all, he knows that they are Real Threats and that Scien is capable of making any of his threats a reality if he really wants to and he's entirely on board.
You know. For the good of making sure no one else gets hurt and not out of vengeance...]
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It's not even an angry murderous intent, it's just the immediate thunderclap of a pragmatic desire to wipe something out in the way of like. A fucking gardener having to eliminate aphids from their prized begonias.]
Aha! Uh oooh! That could be a teeny, tiny problem!
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that's not a surprise to him, since he'd honestly felt more of the same. the way anna got my fucking cruel god tags last night and was the only person to get scien to hit his deranged and twisted level of contempt.]
I've already notified others who I expect to get the job done. Enough of them know that I expect our bodies to be burned according to protocol. [he doesn't know that they were put back into the pods help me]
If they don't succeed, we'll just have to remove him. [help! help help!! sweet anna!!!!]
Realistically, the Memory Bank can be examined to glean an idea of how to make personality and memory carry on, not actually replicate the body... but knowing him, I doubt he wants to exactly recreate his own.
[help,,]
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The way that it's also thoughtshare week but right now Dahut's thoughts are racing at a hundred miles an hour anyway so they probably wouldn't be picked up on. GOD. His wild lil modified heart is singing in 50 different languages right now, too.]
Unfortunately, it seems like we're all in the stasis pods for now, so I think our old spares will still be there for some time! [THEIR CREMATION!!!!
There's clearly no disagreement from Dahut about the idea of removing him though my god imagine he shows up in the grave with Dahut's heart and Dahut immediately kills him. He will. Even he can take out Tuberculosis Joe with his 15 year old twink body.]
Mmmm, he sounds like the kind of person that this technology really, really can't be trusted with, right, Monsieur Scien?
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scien thinks he should be double dead though.]
Obviously. Anyone who belongs to a society that is capable of a normal lifespan shouldn't be trusted with it. If he can't even manage anything with his own creations to fix his health, how does he expect to be a savior to others?
[this is truly the worst coming from this horrifying genius beloved by god who became a savior against his will]
He's just the only one with the audacity to do it. To come to me and say that it was 'a meeting of the minds' when he was just crying to me for help.
[HE'S SOOOOOO CONDESCENDING]
Moron.
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It's fine though because these aren't flavorblasted doritos that he wants to get all over everything, so he's just working on getting everything all sorted internally. Like setting back up a lil tower of legos that had been knocked over... The way that externally it's all business as usual though, girl help.
Scien being so reliably Scien in all of his RUDE AND CONDESCENDING WAYS also helps to put him at ease somewhat, at least well enough so that he can go save his contemplations for when he hangs out at the flesh wall later. Sasuga Scien, these vibes are so familiar and cozy like the lil blankie his first corpse is wrapped up in.]
Wow! That's a lot of confidence for someone who's acting so silly. I'm a little annoyed that he told you that when you already had other, more important problems to deal with, too, to be honest!
[HIS HAMSTER WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH SO MUCH AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA JUST STEAL HIS TECH IN FRONT OF HIS SALAD??]
Aah, well, at least he probably won't be able to do anything about it while he's here, right? Though the idea of him holding onto it at all doesn't make me very happy, either!
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