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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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[please bring him up to speed on the pods, luke, he missed his entire own execution fallout]
... I see.
[he looks over at the grinder]
It's pretty ugly. [FOCUS] And we come out of it, scars over our injuries, but otherwise safe?
[i think about how scien's beautiful reliver mark on his throat is scared over now and it destroys me I DID THIS TO HIM]
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[Though he personally thinks it's for the best, at least for now, especially since he doesn't know they're going to fucking mcmurder Viktor]
And yeah, it seems like it. Dahut's been--whole, the whole time I've seen him. [Granted he was distracted wallowing in his own misery and acting like a feral dog at first, but don't worry about that.] And my symptoms have been mild. Milder than they were all week, even.
[THE SEXY NECK TATTOO MAY BE RUINED BUT THE BACK ARCH IS FOREVER...]
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[JUST WHOLEASS HEART TRANSPLANTS OKAY OKAY but he doesn't even know why this body exists... there is a brief thought of should run some tests before it goes away help me]
The symptoms that we felt on Thursday. [he's presuming?]
You clearly hate talking about it, but are there anything other impediments on you aside from the pain?
[stop not the back arch]
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He just nods as Scien muses about the bodies and the memory banks, though, because he is truly no help when it comes to that... and predictably, his vibes turn sour again, though there's the noted sensation of pushing the irritation back. Only because Dahut appealed to him about Sharing yesterday though.]
Yes, and if I start to feel them again, I'll let you know. [Bold words from a proven liar but okay] But nothing so far. I mean--I can tell it's still there, but it's been mild and stable. Even with the painkillers Io gave me, I could tell it was getting worse before.
[He just didn't think it would go from 0 to 100 like that, otherwise he would've crawled off behind a couch somewhere and texted Io to hide his corpse and say he got turbo promoted or something]
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[you're sure those weren't placebo or poison? the way that scien truly doesn't trust the senior crew even a little is wild]
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They could've been. I've built up a resistance to some of the common ones, but that could've been meaningless with these. [He'll acknowledge that; it was a gamble. Truly who knows what the fuck space drugs are, even if he probably recognized the ingredients on the label with his stupid bioengineering degree.] I tried not to take that many, at least until we got access to the medbay and I could check them myself. They did claim they'd taken them before, for their leg, but...
[Y'know. It all comes back to the none trust.]
You can take a look if you want. We have even less to work with down here than we did up there, though.
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he'll toss the bottle back over to luke]
Even I can't examine a pill and discern whether the ingredients match the label on sight.
You only have these, no actual medication for your condition?
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Mm. [Dryly--] Just one more thing they forgot to pack, I guess.
[BUT THEY PACKED HIS BIRD? WHY!!! HE WASN'T EVEN HOME]
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Wow.
[the unimpressed vibes are back]
Well, no one can blame you for being angry.
[luke got such a wildly short end of the stick hello]
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...
Okay he really does hate talking about it but the possibility of Scien thinking he just keeled over like an idiot annoys him so bad--]
I'm supposed to have three more years. [Just!! For the record!!!!]
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[the way he's just like 'damn seems inefficient' because he can't recognize that maybe people don't want to talk about their impending death!! sometimes... you have a fucky relationship with the idea of mortality, even if that is your own damn fault for creating a life-saving invention]
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It's no one else's problem but mine. [Well it wasn't supposed to be but the it was emotionshare week but WHATEVER] I just didn't want you thinking I knew it was coming that soon and didn't do anything about it.
[Rosa: Luke it's bad to be arrogant
Luke: only if you're stupid which I am NOT]
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Obviously. If it was coming that soon, you probably would've holed yourself up somewhere or found a way to eject yourself into the void before anyone witnessed it.
[INSTEAD OF
TRAUMATIZING 16 PEOPLE AND OUR SWEET KABBY]
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Right. ...As long as that's clear. [Luke go be useful somewhere]
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That wasn't a compliment or something to be proud of.
[LUKE DON'T JUST ACCEPT THAT YOU'D DISAPPEAR AAAAAAA]
Don't hide away here, even if you start to feel worse.
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Why? So we can do nothing about it together? [He shakes his head.] If we find our way anywhere useful, then sure. But you deal with enough pain, you don't need mine too.
[This will become a moot point when emotionshare ends but he doesn't know that for now]
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[luke!!]
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How can it be for my own ego? You already saw the worst it could get. [This is a big fat lie it is definitely partly his own ego]
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I'm just letting you know it's foolish, and I see through you.
[he could be nicer but he won't]
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[Why did he bring this up if he was just gonna get annoyed? The mysteries of the mind remain ever unsolved.]
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You're the one who brought it up.
[but scien will move on, not out of mercy for luke's ego but because he's curious enough]
Visuals of the others, then?
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Bad ones, but yes. No sound, just a black and white screen. [Their bad Youtube captions...]
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[Literally what the fuck.]
Dahut's been trying to clean, and we have some laundry machines. I've been focused on trying to find another way out, but if I can't, I'll take a look at them.
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