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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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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!
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[ 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. ]
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[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?
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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. ]
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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...!
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[ 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. ]
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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?]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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After a second of catching his rattled breath, his gaze lands on the fragmented figure. H...hewwo...... The last undefined figure exploded and turned Vash into a rock, so he's notably wary, but he'll approach anyway as it reaches toward him.]
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Just kidding. He approaches it... And it simply is a soft light silhouette, fragmented yet still holding some form. Upon a closer look, it is shackled by dark vines with those blossoming flowers. There are not many in bloom, but they are in the process of growing buds and blooming more. They're going to take over this silhouette, then this safespace if left alone. ]
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But! He'll crouch down near the figure when it becomes obvious he's not immediately going to be blasted, looking at the vines with a frown.]
If you're a Helly Belly ghost, promise not to curse me if I let you go, okay? I really don't need any extra ones!
[But even as he says this, he'll start working to unwrap the vines as quickly as possible, wary of the blossoms forming. Save him 13 roll.]
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Oh, yeah, Peanut the fatass bird lands on Dahut's head. Birdie interim. ]
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Anyway he startles like hell when a FATASS BIRD suddenly lands on his head, but--]
—!! Peanut! Ah, the others--
[Now that the flowers are wilting and no longer threatening his life, he'll turn on his heel and nyoom back toward the teeth and start hollerin, holding his arm in front of himself in case he bonks into anything in the haze.]
Monsieur Scien, Monsieur Luke, are you alright—?! Monsieur Vash is a statue!!
[HELP.]
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Dahut runs through the pink haze, senses engulfed by the sweet scent that makes him very hungry, and before he knows it he's in front of the Grinder with the other three like at the beginning... Except he still remembers vividly the mental stress minutes ago. Vash is also still an effigy, granted slowly reverting back into a person.
Luke looks very banged up, then Scien is pitter patter bleeding from his new hole. They look like they were chewed a little.
There were signs things happened, yet their surroundings make it look like nothing did.
We are done!! ]