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

W1 TUESDAY : A THING

[dropoffs]

[ hello everyone... here at the canteen are two softly illuminated silhouettes, both very similar to yesterday's visit to the Grinder.

Getting close you can discern their appearances a bit through the fragmented light: 1) a young man with blond hair and of regular height and 2) a very short person with brown curly hair.

Do we want to ask questions? Choose a ghostie. ]

[egodist]

[s

sure

assumes scien's tooth impalement hole has healed enough by now

let's go blondie let's go]

[dropoffs]

[ his hole is full... happy for him.

Blondie is formed enough to react to Scien's presence, so he looks over with some confusion. ]

Who are you? —where is this?

[egodist]

[not like this]

Helly Belly, where the deceased seem to go on the ship Eudora.

And who are you?

[he's literally just going to try to see if this individual is tangible..... going in for the shoulder tap]

[dropoffs]

[ At first, Scien thinks he sensed something solid under his fingertips, but then light disperses and the figure blinks out of existence for a bit before reforming. It's a whole ordeal.

The figure of light doesn't seem to realize that happened and there's a pause as light gathers, then another pause as he looks at Scien with his red copper eyes. ]

Helly Belly's a stupid name. [ To start with. ] The... Dead?

[egodist]

It is. And yes.

[agrees easily enough

but now scien is literally going to see if he can swat through the figure's head since they didn't react the first time. helpfully:]

By the way, you're not corporeal. Answer my question.

[dropoffs]

[ He doesn't answer because their kneejerk reaction is to also go for Scien's head with a quick and experienced hook.

But it goes through. They're very ?!, but pretend to be grounded. The same thing as last tag happens when Scien swats his head and he reforms with a pause before responding. ]

How sure are you that it isn't you... [ Grumble. ] I asked the question first.

[egodist]

[help

scien doesn't dodge, though he looks more interested than anything.]

Scien Brofiise.

Now you respond in kind: who are you? What do you currently see? Do you remember dying?

[dropoffs]

Everan Gill, star of military staff!

[ Teen prodigy energy, but for being a jock. He looks to be early 20s, late teens. ]

Uh. I see you? And whatever this mess hall is. Dying—[ This isn't welcome based on his twisted expression, but he tries to remember and he blips in and out. ]

[rav3n]

[SHORTIE WHOMST]

[dropoffs]

[ They are like... 4'9, so they are quite small. They look up at Luke, then just around themselves. ]

Where is everyone...?

[ Their tone is calm and collected, but still confused. ]

[rav3n]

[TINY? UP TO HIS SHOULDER? WOW

You know what, at this point, this might as well happen. He can question his own beliefs later... for now, he puts his hands on his knees and bends down a little, his tone gentle and friendly.]

Who is everyone? Maybe I can help.

[dropoffs]

[ Well, this happens and they're not offended. ]

I'm an adult, sir. [ Just so Luke knows. ] ... The rest of the crew.

[rav3n]

[THEY MAY BE AN ADULT... BUT THEY ARE STILL BITTY.]

Sorry, I can't see you very well. [Hmmm.] Are you looking for the senior crew, or the junior crew? We've only got one of the former in this place.

[dropoffs]

[ They really lived a shortie life. ]

Oh, a senior crew member would be great to speak to. Which one do you know? Which team are they in?

[rav3n]

I'm not sure about teams... but I can get Callisto for you. [Is the Helly Belly even that big?? Can he just shout for Vash.] Could you tell me your name, and where you're supposed to be right now?

[dropoffs]

Maybe I should have asked for job position. Callisto—[ They disperse into light, blipping out and then back into existence. As they reform, there's a pause. ]

My name is Lancion... [ They believe it is. ] I'm part of the Eudora's intelligence team. Or was.

[artificialsweetener]

[HE ALSO CHOOSES THE TINY ONE so he doesn't have to look up to talk for once. Thanks for being a whole 2 inches shorter than he is.]

Oh— Hello! I hope this doesn't mean we're about to be dealing with more pink smoke...

[GLANCING AROUND.]

[dropoffs]

[ Wow. They are small together! And can look at each other at eye level. ]

Hello. I don't know what you mean by pink smoke.

[ No smoke is happening. ]

[artificialsweetener]

[TINY SQUAD... Nothing can stop them.]

Well, the last time glowy people like you showed up, there was a lot of pink smoke and Monsieur Vash turned into stone! [Thanks Dahut.] But it seems like we're in the clear for now, so that's good. Who are you? I'm Dahut!

[dropoffs]

Glowy people and pink smoke.

[ They seem thoughtful and looks at themselves, trying to remember something, but in the end nothing comes to them.

Or... ]

My form, I'm unsure, but I feel that the pink smoke—[ Light disperses for a bit and they phase in and out of existence. They're back now, though. ] My name is Lancion, member of the Intelligence team. You may use any pronoun for me.

[artificialsweetener]

Oh!? [NOOOOOOO DON'T DISAPPEAR IN A FLICKER OF LIGHT oh wait they're back.] Oops! You kind of flickered out for a second, there...

[He will politely leave the topic of pink smoke alone for now in case it causes Lancion to disintegrate.]

It's nice to meet you, Lancion! Though I think you might be a bit lost...? The rest of the senior crew hasn't died, presumably, so they're still with the rest.

[Makes a vague gesture upward, because they are in Hades Stomach aka Helly Belly and the only place to go from there is up, clearly...]

[dropoffs]

Hm... I'll try to stay present.

[ They are but a bundle of memories trying to remember things and it is a struggle. Sometimes the soul is doing hard work.

They listen and their eyebrows furrow at the mention of death. ]

That doesn't sound right. I know some of them died before. [ Blips in and out. ] I... Died.

... I see.

[artificialsweetener]

—?! You died?! But where is your spare, then!

[The spare body... REACHING OUT TO TRY PATTING THEIR ARM even though his hand will probably go through goodnight. NOT GHOSTS.]

Even Monsieur Vash has one here! Ah, but his old body is also still running around with the rest of them...

[dropoffs]

[ ??? Yeah it goes through and they blip in and out from contact. ]

A spare?

[ THIS IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE FOR A REgular PERSON TO PARSE. ]