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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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i don't think this is my fault...?]
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ANYWAY AT SOME POINT like fifteen minutes after body announcement....... Dahut just manifests out of thin air and also midair over wherever Scien is in a burst of soft shoujo light bubbles! He's posing as if he's mid-spin with his arms out.
He also then just promptly falls with a short scream.]
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which means that scien is probably able to snatch dahut out of the air before he collides with the ground, keeping him hoisted in the air with one arm]
Explain.
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Ehe, thank you for the catch, Monsieur Scien! I just had a lovely chat with Monsieur Lucien! Also, I think that Monsieur Viktor is dead.
[HE DOESN'T KNOW THEY ALREADY KNOOOW.]
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[he tolerates both luke and dahut.... but viktor..........]
What did that Nonagon want? How did you hear about who died?
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[He says, even though he would never get in Scien's way during his Payback Moment, whatever it happens to be... HIS HAMSTER DESERVES TO BITE WHEN HE WANTS!!
As for the rest, though, as he wiggles a little to be set down:]
Monsieur Lucien said that when or if Monsieur Viktor shows up here, tell him to go fuck himself and also that he'll see him next week! [HELP.] Amalthea was there with him... We were in a church! And he said that he could only ask me three questions, and sometimes I had trouble answering. It was all a very strange experience. Ah, but I did my best to let him know that we're all still here and okay enough for now! And to warn them about what happened with you that night, since you couldn't give them the right answer yourself...
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[but the pro is that he's had a week to cool off so even what little emotions he has can't get the better of him
scien lets go once dahut starts wiggling. find your footing, fool]
Fair enough. So it's that bastard that's a conduit between us and the others... Then make sure to brief that wannabe savior when he gets here so that when he's chosen next week that he doesn't provide any incorrect information.
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[And then a little WAH! as he's dropped, even though he lands without inelegantly splatting this time. DUSTING OFF HIS SHIRT and then giving a lil mock-salute.]
Got it, got it! Hopefully Monsieur Lucien will deliver all of my messages well in the meantime... [Dahut sitting here like BINCH TOOK MY HEART WHO KNOWS WHAT HE'LL DO NEXT.] He really seemed quite somber, but waking up to this was probably no fun for him, especially after the week he's had.
[Lucien your twink scientist friend........]
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Did you get any information about Clownham?
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He sets his hands on his hips, shaking his head.]
Any time I tried to say anything that wasn't an answer to his questions, I started to glitch and I couldn't speak clearly. It was really frustrating!
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So we're left at the mercy of whatever he finds relevant to share with us... and we don't know how far this information will be able to circulate from here.
At the very least, it's a start.
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Nope! I was just there suddenly! Poof...
[Poof.........]
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I don't know if I like the fact that we can be summoned, [because it ruins his fantasy that they aren't fucking dead and will probably be ghosts on this ship forever] but any point of contact we have is good. Those limits are pretty strange, though...
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