GRAVEYARD.

[dropoffs]

GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD     13 DECOMMISSIONED

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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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Comments

[artificialsweetener]

[THIS BLOND PATHETIC LOOKING MAN REALLY GOT THE BEST ITEM OF THEM ALL.

Anyway, even though he is SUPER CURIOUS and also still residually fussy over Scien after his no good very bad weekend, he'll glance between the others, lingering at the teeth.]

I can stay back if we need someone to, since I won't really be a lot of help if anything dangerous is inside.

[HIS STUPID TWINK BODY. Though he'll look to Scien after saying that because he unfortunately follows Scien's orders.]

[egodist]

[unfortunately scien thinks at this point that if anyone's going to die, it might as well be the one who got twisted into being super fucking violent, so he steps forward! and then gives orders that people should ignore because i don't think he should be so bossy:]

Dahut, stay outside. First Callisto, guard Dahut. If he dies again, I'll make sure you get lost in the Helly Belly permanently.

[NO!!!! anyway also stepping inside, though i'll say he lets luke take the lead because scien's a fucking lazyass even if he's curious]

Lead the way, Busybody and Bird.

FOR DAHUT

[dropoffs]

[ Vash personally thinks that Scien can't even beat him at arm wrestling, but he will keep that to himself. He wants to be seen as a small harmless animal. The gun isn't part of the formula. Anyway, even though Scien is bossy, it seems they were all on the same page, anyway. ] If something happens, just yell really loudly. [ Because the voices are a swarm closer to the passage. With Luke and Scien's departure, it's just the hungry guys. ] Uh... You think your boss will be okay in there?

[artificialsweetener]

[IT'S JUST THE HUNGRY GUYS... Dahut pats his stomach absentmindedly and tries to ignore his thumbprint cookie cravings, keeping an eye as best as he can on their adventurous two lads before they vanish into the small gap and go inside.]

Mm, he's pretty capable! [HIS JIGSAW PIECES. The way Scien looks like a noodle but can actually kick hard enough to break bone...] But that answer really depends on what they run into in there. He's not superhuman or anything... Neither is Monsieur Luke, I'm fairly certain. Not that it would matter with the nanites as they are, anyway!

[dropoffs]

Right. The nanites are supposed to make everyone on equal footing. At least it's better to have not lost anything at all here... Nothing to miss! [ Strokes his chin. As they're outside, more of the pink haze takes them in the sweet scent and start taking shape of people. Unidentifiable, just silhouettes. Vash freezes mid-chin stroke. ]

[artificialsweetener]

I still want to study them...

[Just grumbling softly WAIT UNTIL HE GETS HIS BLOOD OUT OF HIS BODY, JUST YOU WAIT.

BUT HELP the way he just gently starts to scoot closer to Vash as the haze starts to become unidentifiably vaguely people-shaped. HELLO??? HELLO???? He reaches out to hold onto his arm - the one that's not frozen mid-chin stroke - and glances up at him.]

—Monsieur Vash?

[dropoffs]

[ He would talk to Dahut about the nanites, unimportant so don't worry about it, but he's too busy being spooked. His shoulders square as the silhouettes slowly take form of people they know. They both each get two people (your choice!! i'm only giving Vash one and that's his mom), but across so many silhouettes. They don't come near them, but they're groaning. Crying, asking for their help. ] I—we have to save them. [ Even if they aren't real, his heart can't take it. I'm sorry that you are holding onto his arm because he is going to approach. Silhouette of flowers are starting to sprout into view from the gross littered ground. ]

[artificialsweetener]

[Unfortunately for sweet Vash and his bleeding heart and his mom, there is only one person i could put here for Dahut to truly be unsettled and i'm saving that bullet for later.

FOR NOW, two figures take form.]

Ah! Mademoiselle Ceres?! And--

[The girl gets a very concerned look, but he's just is like ????? at the other person. ISN'T THIS THE CLAUDE FAMILY BUTLER. WHY IS HE HERE.

Well, confusion and worry aside, that's quickly outweighed by the fact that Vash is just tromping his way on toward potential danger. He's going to do his best to dig his heels in and tug Vash back, but he is a simple twink in this world of people who tower over him.]

Monsieur Vash, wait!! I don't think that we can help them...!

[dropoffs]

Rem—I... You're right! [ Breathe in, Vash. You can't be the weakest willed French person here. He takes a deep breath in as he stops in his tracks. With his free arm, he gently moves it over from Dahut's hold to shield him instead. ] You're right. This isn't real. [ But because they're not being help, one by one the silhouettes inflate larger and suffer, then explode into more pink smoke which shocks Vash into short horror. The sprouting flowers are red geranium at first before they become black... Vash takes a step back, but then turns into stone. Dahut is alone for now and the black geraniums turn into lycoris. ]

[artificialsweetener]

[DON'T JUST TURN INTO STONE ON HIM YOU PIECE OF SHIT VERTEBRATE.

His hand raises on reflex to shield off the blast of pink smoke, and he steps forward at the same time Vash steps back, bumping into him right as he becomes ronk.]

—?! Monsieur Vash?! Are you--

[HE'S CLEARLY NOT OKAY HE IS CALCIFIED. Dahut reaches up to shake him anyway, but as the geraniums morph into lycoris, he freezes. AAAAGH NOT AGAIN. This probably isn't real - maybe? - but he doesn't feel like experiencing excruciating pain today SIR. He'll glance down around his feet; are they sporadically sprouting, or is it a carpet?]

[dropoffs]

[ What is a gun going to do to flowers? Vash is petrified, but dark vines start covering him and making him an effigy. Flowers bloom along these vines, too. Black geranium and lycoris... Dahut shakes him, but he really is a statue now.

They are not just a carpet. It looks like they're sprouting.

Dahut isn't instantly hit with the curse, but he can feel death right over his shoulder. The metaphorical reaper hangs beside him, watching, and the dread builds in the pit of his stomach. However, some steps ahead is a soft white light in a small clearing. It's just past all of these dark flowers. ]

[artificialsweetener]

[WELL. He feels a little guilty about it, but Vash is clearly fuckin statue'd or he's tripping off his ass right now and both of these are not good, so he gives up on his effort to like. De-statue him by shaking him out of it, especially when he starts blooming with flowers that can supermurder him.

Anyway, he's also not a fan of feeling like death's about to come crack his skull open again either, and a hand reflexively reaches up to cover his memory bank. The flowers are easy to avoid stepping on at least SO HE'S GONE-- Turning to head toward the mouth first since his first thought is that he needs to go find Scien, but his attention is caught by the light up ahead. Dahut just like IS THIS THE HAND OF GOD HERE TO STRIKE ME DOWN......

But he'll cautiously-but-quickly move in that direction, just to get out of the flowers. with ig 9 worth of ability to dodge.]

[dropoffs]

[ Death's door comes closer and closer behind Dahut. He can feel those gates tower behind him and the darkness that is ready to show him a violent death. But why does it matter? These lungs were manufactured. This heart is a storage of data. Was he not dead long ago? A stream of thoughts one would have right before they die whirl Dahut's mind, cementing deeper because he doesn't have the adrenaline of being chased by a killer to distract him.

A 9 is enough for him to reach clearing and the soft light silhouette there. Those metaphorical gates barely snap shut right behind him and maybe that's a relief or takes his breath away completely. The soft light is in the shape of a person, indiscernible, fragmented, but it reaches weakly toward him. ]

FOR LUKE & SCIEN

[dropoffs]

[ Scien and Luke press forward... You guys can decide on how many cuts they get, how painful, where they pierce or slash them as they squeeze through the narrow space. However, as they're forced into a crab walk to pass through, the "hallway's walls" becomes semi-translucent. Past the teeth, it looks like unidentifiable figures beveled in. Their expressions are intense from sadness to madness.

Luke and Scien will find a face they recognize beyond the bone. Who are they? ]

[rav3n]

[Luke doesn't argue with having company, mostly because he doesn't want to die to a trap alone and then have them come in after him when he doesn't return and also get got by the same trap. That would be very stupid and I feel it should happen at some point in the future.

I keep rolling for fun and keep not understanding numbers it's fine. Luke can get some cuts and scrapes on his face and his hands since they will probably heal anyway. (Peanut is safe, of course.) Regardless of the injuries, he keeps one hand on the "wall," leading the way and keeping a close watch for any lurking dangers. He glances back at Scien to make sure he doesn't just impale himself on a tooth or something, but ASSUMING THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN, he turns his attention to the faces. Creepy...]

These are pretty--Huh?

[WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY]

[egodist]

[scien is mostly fine? he deals with the scrapes as if he barely registers them, but otherwise keeps going. the expressions on the figures' faces don't seem to faze him much either, based on how he only takes them in with mild curiosity.

instead, once they stumble upon their familiar sights and there is a woman in front of him, scien will tilt his head]

Oh, the witch is here.

[but about that thing about impaling himself on a tooth. as if in an act of god (salome) herself, one of those pieces of teeth will shift to just fucking stab scien through the gut because he deserves this. hei let me have it, that 1 is karma.]

[rav3n]

[skips Hei briefly NOT LIKE THISSSSS]

Scien--!

[egodist]

[it's fine we vibe until hei gets back

scien is going to just turn his head to the side to cough blood, but honestly he just looks more annoyed than anything. he wipes at his mouth with his sleeve, gross.]

Stop. This won't be enough to kill me. Stay focused.

[rav3n]

Easy for you to say!

[HE COMES FROM A PLACE WHERE PEOPLE DIE WHEN THEY ARE KILLED OKAY HE'S NOT USED TO THIS. Truly it is only because he's been on the front lines with other injured yet capable people that he doesn't rush over, but that doesn't make him any less concerned.]

Can you walk?

[egodist]

[the way i have to run to my meeting, hei is it possible to break off the tooth if you hit it hard enough because that will decide whether or not scien lets the piece that STABBED HIM stay inside to keep the blood in or not

anyway,,]

Yes, Busybody. Now look forward. I won't be the reason you get distracted enough to die again.

[dropoffs]

[ NO PROBLEM

Cool, cool. So I guess Scien was impaled a little. Can you even be impaled a little? It's always a lot, isn't it? The teeth are rooted like how teeth are in real life, so it may be difficult. He can slide his body whence it came and walk through a bit more carefully.

The faces were just faces, nice decor on the walls. They don't do anything to them except have a cameo.

Luke and Scien make it to what might be the other side, but it's filled with the pink mist. It starts tapering away though and suddenly structures appear... They look like fallen debris, support platforms, mechanical wings, and from above more fall. Along the scene, there are white spots of light. They cry, sob, as if asking for help. Some get crushed by asphalt, cement, or metal. ]

[rav3n]

That wouldn't happen.

[Sound less certain

I GUESS HE GETS TO WATCH SCIEN SLIDE HIMSELF OFF THIS TOOTH THEN?? HORRIBLE. He is definitely not looking forward until he has solid proof Scien isn't going to keel over from having a fckin hole in him now... HE CAN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS? THEY HAVE NO SURGICAL TOOLS imagine this is how we find out about the revival mechanic.

But since we have more to investigate, he will... well now he's not moving forward nearly as quickly since he wants to be ready to throw Scien over his shoulder and backtrack if he has to--but he views Scien and Dahut as Android Adjacent, so he will trust Scien's judgment. For now. He pulls his shirt up over his mouth and nose to stop himself from inhaling too much of this mist as they move forward, his gaze sharpening at the sound of those strange voices.

He doesn't believe in ghosts, so--]

Hello? Can you answer me? [He will move over to check some fallen debris, doing his best to push it aside and search for survivors of this mess--or, more realistically, bodies.]

[egodist]

[scien keels over and dies seen you in four hours]

[egodist]

[imagine - well maybe it'll get to that point but for right now scien will remove himself from the spike, once again coughing up blood but he ignores it! sometimes a guy just carries on! he applies as much pressure to his IMPALEMENT WOUND as he can, walking forward. they absolutely don't have surgical tools but he will try to prevent himself from bleeding out until the investigation is done at least.

anyway, what happens if scien tries to catch one of the balls of light in his own bloody hand]

[dropoffs]

[ Luke will not find bodies like theirs, but... There is a soft glow of a silhouette under one of the buried support beams. It is very large and may need Luke to heave harder to push it off. He's very capable, you see. He could do it the coming tag round, but he feels something creeping through his veins. It's a familiar sensation. Like Thursday, like what he has had nightmares about, his ailment latches on. It manifests like a black cloak, suffocating him, reminding him that it owns him.

The soft light doesn't get bloodied, but it stops crying? I hope Scien enjoys the warmth from one of the lights as Luke goes through it. The white fuzzy gently floats to his wound, as if concerned about it. Is this what salvation feels like... ]