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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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[HE CAN SENSE IT IN YOUR EMOTIONS, YOU LITTLE SHIT the nerve... truly scien's straightforward—it's angry, but it's still not necessarily fatal. a little violent in the sense that you want to shove a nerd into a locker and leave him there trapped in the school overnight.]
I've set some people on the task, and enough of them pretended to care about what became of us enough to suggest they're willing to have our bodies burned.
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It's just a little sad, though, don't you think?
[Does he mean sad like tragic or like pathetic, A MYSTERY.]
Sheba mentioned it when they were retrieving your body from the brig, though that might have been from overhearing you in that silly meeting the other day. [TRIAL.] Maybe if we can find a way to get our communications back online, I'll be able to ask Monsieur Arthur or Throné to fetch it for me, too! Even if they can't burn it, I would trust either of them to keep it safe, at least while we're here.
[Tiny friendship goober emotion...]
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[aaaaaaAAAAAAA WHY DID VIKTOR BRING OUT SCIEN'S MEANEST STREAK]
Arthur was one of the people going to retrieve it, though he refused to tell me who had it at the time. [which scien is a little petty about but whatever] I personally sent the fish man and the liar [eunhyuk] to get it since they owed me favors.
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[DON'T JUST ADMIT THAT IT'S PITY. He pats Scien's head fondly.]
It's a little silly that he wouldn't tell you, but if he decides to be stubborn about fetching it, then I'll just have to scold him, too! [GOD. GOD HELP ME. OOOH. oough it's the fuckin relivers.]
Monsieur Sidon and Monsieur Eunhyuk are wonderful choices, though. I feel better already!
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If they don't complete their tasks, they owe me for the rest of their lives.
[nooooOOOOOOOO]
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[He is so small but he is so full of determination to destroy anyone who lets this tech just stay with Viktor.
In any case, so he doesn't slide back into a spiral:]
Oh! By the way, I have something for you! Monsieur Luke gave me the loveliest set of pillows last night! Please go to bed tonight and use one when you do; I doubt you've slept in days.
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[there's not enough to do here to make scien think that he has to be up at all hours especially since he is due for some maintenance]
Oh right, I hired... what's her name. Eyepatch.
[no]
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[Which could be at any moment who knows, Scien's been through so much. NOT HIS HAMSTER.]
...? Oh! Yuri? [The vibes of ! as he recalls her handing him a handwich during trial. That was familiar, actually?!]
Hm... Did you find her way of assisting you to be tolerable?
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I did. She's competent without being overbearing. So she can either go back with you to assist your Scien, or with me. Or if neither of us successfully return, I told her to go to Arpéchéle anyway and see that old witch at the orphanage.
[sweet beautiful salome]
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Both of us sound like we're coming from places with an equal amount of trouble... [WHY IS THAT. He doesn't know it's because he's from Virche Evermore.] If we don't make it out, she'll have to go to your Arpéchéle for sure. But otherwise, I'll look forward to working with her! I'm sure your Dahut will like her a lot, too!
[He does not think they'll both fail to get out of here, though. Hope the dead badend.]
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Probably. She's not obtrusive. [scien's compliments are so bad]
But I think that's everything worthwhile that happened since you died.
[at least in scien's pcs? no mention of anyone else? ok]
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I see! [The vibes are like Dahut will remember this. A new route for Scien opens...?!
But he also just nods at that, because he doesn't expect to get anything decently juicy out of Scien even if he pries because Scien himself probably didn't deign any of it good enough to remember anyway.]
Mm, thank you very much for telling me! [Now he's going to [redacted].] As for us, I'm sure you'll meet Monsieur Vash sooner or later. This is a fairly small space without much to note by way of means of escape, but I'll leave you to poke around. —Oh! Injuries seem to heal at a faster rate than usual here, by the way.
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[NO HE DOESN'T NEED THIS INFORMATION]
Did you perform a test?
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I replicated an injury of that size three other times and the timing is the same, but I didn't want to test anything bigger yet since there aren't any clean tools or ways of sanitizing things...
[WILTING...]
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[scien you fucking imbecile]
I can perform a test later. I still have one vial and can use it to draw blood from this body, whatever it's made out of.
[the way that he has to open his own chest to see if it's still a reliver heart in there]
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[What if he falls in the garbage again and cuts himself even worse, groce... DAHUT ALSO HERE LIKE I NEED TO DISSECT MYSELF SO DAMN BAD BUT NOT IN THESE CONDITIONS THOUGH i hate relivers so damn bad.
Just nodding at Scien's testing ideas, though. Sasuga Scien.]
It was pretty surprising to wake up here and see my last body still out there! I wonder how many they have on hand.
[And what they're made out of????]
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[the way that there's for real so much paperwork to become a reliver is sooooo funny]
I can't even tell if it's something that might be in that stupid contract that they flashed at us the first weekend we were here.
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[HE DOESN'T LIKE IT EITHER. Time to go find the big database where all their shit is kept and nuke it.]
Oh - we're locked out of the communications system for now, too. The games are still there, though! But we'll have to get a little more creative with poking around for information. They still zap you when you try to hack them, too.
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[SCIEN TRULY LOVES THIS GAME SO MUCH.... ANYWAY,]
Of course. So nothing useful except the puzzles work [those aren't useful] but everything that's a hindrance is still active. That's convenient.
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[since one of the mods created it and now it exists. DRAGS SCIEN INTO PLAYING GAMES WITH HIM SINCE THEY ARE STUCK HERE... But for the rest, he just nods.]
Very convenient! Monsieur Vash hasn't been here all that much longer than the rest of us, I think, but he doesn't seem to have found anything useful... [The mean part of him is thinking that this might not say much because he doesn't know how useful Vash is to begin with.]
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[MULTIPLAYER SUIKAAAAA]
He was the original Callisto, correct? So their personnel are being replaced, and now something is still there acting as him since they have those useless helmets. Or maybe he was also killed, but his body was reanimated as opposed to being put away like ours.
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[THROWING HIS ARMS UP he's delighted...]
But yep, that seems to be the case. His personality is reeeally different from the Callisto we met before, so I'm almost entirely sure that his coworkers would have noticed? The last thing he remembers leads me to think he probably died, too, but it's hard to tell considering he says he can't recall the rest... He seems really unnerved about the idea of something using his body, though!
[Fair and valid! Even if he thought it was kind of funny because he's like WHY A GHOST????? MAKE NORMAL ASSUMPTIONS like evil nanites or a body with the wrong personality uploaded or something.]