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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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As they progress through the same passageway they came, they will notice the hallway closing in. It's slow... And then it's a CHOMP. If they felt full body pain, it was for a short time. Maybe it was better than the emotional turmoil that Scien was suffering.
... Now they're back in the front of the Grinder which is back normal, next to Vash who's very slowly returning back into a person from an effigy, Dahut with round Peanut, and they feel like hell. They feel every ache and pain, remember every demon speaking in their ear, and the stopper in Scien's hole is gone. Pitter patter some blood now.
There were signs things happened, yet their surroundings make it look like nothing did.
We are done!! ]
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Anyway, over Dahut runs, Peanut 2 grams away from snapping his neck, quickly scanning to get a look at their TERRIBLE STATES. Especially Scien's SCIEN YOU STUPID ASSHOLE.]
What happened in there—?! I'll go get a medical kit!
[His default one that only has enough bandages for a moderate wound... SCIEN!!!!!]
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Get mine too, there might be more gauze in there!
[HE CAN? TRY TO USE HIS JACKET TOO?? Except that would require letting go of Scien so hmmm this is a problem]
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he just makes a noise of aggravation at both of their FUSSING.]
Stop. Dahut, start a timer. I got injured about [mods tell me how long it was] ago. We can see if it's possible to [turns his head away from luke, spits out blood] come back from this.
If it gets more dire, you can administer aid.
Put me down.
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Oh! Right, right. [THEIR FUCKING EXPERIMENTS. He panicked seeing his hamster bleeding when he's still in turbo fuss mode, but this is a good opportunity! Give him a second as he pulls up a timer, setting it quickly, and then reaching up to wipe the blood away from Scien's stupid face.]
Why do you keep getting yourself into trouble?! [NOT HIS STUPID HAMSTEEER. But since he is fully just on board with testing Scien's limits, he'll turn to Luke instead:] What about you, monsieur? Are you injured?
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On the trash? No. [What are you gonna do bitch? Bleed on him? Shouldn't have told him you don't like people who listen to you "that's not what he said" close enough
To Dahut--] I'm fine. [He clearly has cuts and scrapes but he thinks that is LESS IMPORTANT THAN TOOTH IMPALEMENT YOU FREAKS] You said something about Vash--
[Looks over conveniently WHAT THE FUCK]
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And what are you gonna do? Carry me around?
[hE WILL PROBABLY DO EXACTLY THAT, SCIEN!!!!!! STOP TEMPTING FATE!!!! but he'll let dahut wipe at his face because he doesn't mind being bloody but it's not ideal. this is so gross. they need new clothes.]
What happened out here...?
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You can bring him to his bed, he deserves to sleep in bloody sheets for being such a headache.
[Binch.
GOOD QUESTION THOUGH. He looks at their thawing chicken wing...]
He was hit with a blast of smoke after a smoke person exploded and turned into a statue.
[HELP.]
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He--what? [WHAT.]
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[HE SAYS WHEN HE LITERALLY CAN'T MAKE IT THAT FAR WITHOUT SUPPORT FROM LUKE!!! SAY THANK YOU, YOU DUMB FUCK anyway he's going to try to walk toward... the beds... if dahut fucking insists]
I'm not going to sleep. [HE SHOULD.] Dahut, your status since your assigned guardian decided to be a rock?
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First, to Luke:] He was smoke exploded into a statue! [SAYING IT TWICE DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING.] But he seems to be getting better? Please keep an eye on him, monsieur!
[Since Dahut will be busy tending to his stupid boss. Then, to said stupid boss:]
I know, I knooow. [Because Scien will want to fucking examine his own healing he's sure.] But take a nap after it's all healed up, at least! Or if it doesn't start healing, sleep after I patch you up, okay? I'm uninjured, too, so I'll help monitor you while you're waiting.
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[Maybe by week 7 his own perspective on life and death will be hella warped by you two nutcases BUT FOR NOW HE STILL CARES ABOUT THESE THINGS. It is literally only because he saw Dahut's reactions to the trial and execution that he trusts him to not let Scien bleed out for (scien)ce, and even then he's like "you're both on thin ice."
BUT they do have another... problem...??? OR SOMETHING??? God. He looks over his shoulder at Vash, worried, but the hunger is also kicking back in... he will probably not hover over the Virche doing Virche things? Probably.]
...I'll come back and keep an eye on him. [Vashtue... Statvash...]
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[sticking your hand through someone's stomach... wtf luke..... weirdo........ (the audacity)
but off to the beds they go!! despite everything scien is going to literally collapse on it as soon as he's able, throwing his free arm over his eyes out of exhaustion. the sweet, sweet peace of being horizontal again]
Ask him if he understands anything about what just happened, Busybody. [and as for dahut,] It's already not as bad as earlier—at least from feeling. The emotions they shoved at me again were worse.
[this man is a terrible gauge for these things]
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[SIR PLEASE.
Sasuga Scien, though. Dahut will remain standing, setting his hands on his hips and looking down at Scien for a moment before turning his attention back to Luke.]
Thank you for keeping watch! He was a liiittle bit rattled before that happened, so he's probably still going to be spooked when he comes out of it. [THEIR SWEET STATVASH... But he'll nod at Scien's report AND THEN ALSO LOOK TIRED.]
Why does this keep happening to you... You must be doing something to invite it.
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[WHY ARE YOU BOTH THIS WAY. He just sighs... he will finally let go now. Be free, Scien.
To Dahut--]
Alright, I'll try to keep him calm. I'll come back and check in later--send Peanut if you need help. [HE WILL LEAVE HIS GUARD BIRD who apparently weighs 800 pounds now.
Abandons you both to go guard statue Vash and continue eating his graham crackers. And also get freaked out about the healing effect working in real time.]
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I said I would be open to the idea of living as a pitiful human with emotions and this is what I get for it.
[OTHER PEOPLE'S TRAUMA!!!!]
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Maybe this is just making up for all of the years that you skipped out on it? That way you'll be more used to it!
[Reaching out to pat Scien's stupid head there there WELCOME TO EMOTIONS. He will also just be here for 2 hours making sure Scien doesn't fucking die again.]
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What the fuck you guys look awful. Except for Dahut. ]
Are you guys all right?
[ If he had trauma, he instantly put it in the backseat. ]
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[YOU'RE
FINE? Does he look visibly harmed at all]
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He really looks at everyone twice. Dahut only gets once because he seems fine. ]
Let me go get my medkit.
[ He doesn't take long, but here is his better medkit. ]
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I brought my medkit... In case we need more supplies.
[ He leaves it here for communal usage. ]
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You scared me—!!
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Sorry.
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