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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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Cheers!
[NO CHEERS. But they can just be little worker bees and get this place nice and shiny so they can become sleep paralysis demons I GUESS.]
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[ Moping the gunk into a pile so you guys can become sleep paralysis demons. The holo deck is really so dirty right now and maybe has two rats trying to have a tea party in one pod. ]
I know we were just beating them up earlier, but looking at them closer—it gives me the creeps.
[ what doesn't scare you vash ]
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They're weird! They really are weird, right? I know that disturbances in a status quo usually lead to unexpected changes, but this is a little ridiculous...
[He's not looking at the meat goop too hard as he cleans it.]
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You... Think this is good luck? Maybe?
[ OPTIMIstic? The rats can have their tea party until they try to get a waiter and they're the only two here, cleaning up. ]
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Um! Well! I don't know that I'd go as far as calling it good luck... But it's something!
[IT SURE IS SOMETHING. It's fine, Dahut is also very optimistic even if probably not quite Vash levels MAYBE?? He will ignore these rats looking for a waiter as long as possible.]
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[ PLEASE. He sweeps closer to Dahut to whisper. ]
Is it me or are those rats trying to call for us?
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I don't see any rats anywhere, do you?
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We have to get them out of the holodeck eventually if we want to use it. [ ... ] Maybe we can handle this civilly?
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He just groans at that, though. Why can't you let him live in a blissful state of ignoring these creatures for just a few moments longer!!]
I guess... But the second one of them looks like they might snatch me, please end them. I really don't want to be carried away again!
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I will, I will. Why are they so attracted to you, anyway?
[ why are you a rat magnet? ]
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Dahut just looks vaguely distressed, though.]
I don't know...! I've never met a giant rat before, there's no precedent I have to judge this by!
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[ Unless French archipelago is Alberta. ]
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[Maybe it is Alberta...]
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[ And that they're coming from some fleshy graveyard. Vash looks over to the rats and uhm... Mmm.... ]
Okay. You can stand behind me and we can talk to them and see what they want.
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[THEIR FLESH......... He says this very small and quiet though like he doesn't want to offend them even from this distance. BUT THEN HE JUST NODS and tucks himself behind Vash, reaching out to hold onto his arm again.]
Please lead the way!
[THESE RATS CAN'T EVEN SPEAK. THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE MENUS or maybe they have little torn up nasty menus from the trash that they're just enthusiastically pointing at and then looking so expectantly at Vash as Dahut peeks out from around his side.]
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Hello! Is there anything we can do for you guys to move out of here? We really, really, really, really need this. It's VERY important to us... So if there's anything we can do.
[ Well, you summoned them having nasty menus from the trash that they are just pointing at. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ON THESE TINY MENUS, but they look at them and point while squeaking. ]
I don't understand a single thing they're saying! Do you think those oven snacks will be enough?