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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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Who knew clowns had such a thirst for blood...
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[like yining]
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[Shaking his head... Just be 15 year old geniuses instead, damn.]
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[but okay to stop shitposting briefly,]
Two fairly injured groups on the same day... It's still curious.
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[WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST THURSDAY...]
If they have issues during the jump again, that's a whole lot of people who probably won't be able to defend themselves as well as they otherwise might.
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Now it seems like things are scheduled... but I don't expect it to go over any better.
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Well, I guess we'll see tomorrow... Maybe they'll have a little luck!
[They will not.]
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We'll see who turns up dead.
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[DON'T JUST SAY IT.]
...Well! At least the Helly Belly's in a little bit of a better condition than before, assuming they also get spat out through Monsieur Dentiers!
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We'll see if two weeks makes a pattern.
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[HELP. Though he does look a little more serious, then, frowning and folding his arms over his chest.]
Tomorrow, huh...
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Worried?
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It's not exactly an experience that I'd wish on anyone here, if we really might be going two for two. On my end and on your end.
[Being murdered is not fun and he knows other people will have a much harder time with it than he did, but being driven to murder while locked in your own body is also not fun.]
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Dying is hardly pleasant, now that we've both gone through it in a way that we remember. Being turned into a puppet is similarly hateful.
But it'd be a shame if this alone would be enough to break anyone's spirit when there's only forty of us to manage anything worthwhile in the first place.
[scien said "get up"]
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[HIS FUCKING STAB WOUND. This was worse though damn why is he collecting deaths, he hates it here... But all of his theatrical whining aside:]
A lot of the people here seem pretty resilient, at least... I worry for the more normal ones, but... [GLANCING AT THE SCREEN.] Judging by this, it probably won't be too bad! I really hope that's the case.
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[the way this isn't a real answer from scien bc he doesn't believe in karma help me,,]
Sure. Keep hoping. We'll see what becomes of them. I consider them all too trusting, and they'll get a pretty bad wake up call in no time.
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[SIR DOESN'T BELIEVE IN KARMA binch he hates it here so damn bad. Anyway, with a SIGH:] I don't think the too-trusting are likely to change even in the face of whatever might lie ahead, anyway. It'll be up to them to pick themselves back up again if their trust is broken, though...
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Well, I suppose it does become more and more like home.
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[A BIG FUCKING SIGH damn they can't even catch a break in space.]
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[Until people get their hands on quasi-immortality and forget about it...]
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[he shrugs faintly]
At the very least, I don't expect to be surprised until something meaningful changes.
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I guess we'll have to just wait and watch for a little longer, huh? Even if it's frustrating.
[HE'S SO USED TO BEING ALL HANDS IN.]
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Focus on what applies to us and leave the others to their complicated messes.
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[HE IS SUCH AN ANNOYING BUSYBODY SCIEN!!!! HE GETS HIS NOSE IN EVERYONE'S BUSINESS!!! Though he does still care about Scien's more than anyone else's by a longshot... at least...... is that a good thing]
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