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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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He really just lies there in the heap when he comes to, staring into the middle distance tiredly... And then suddenly, the crutch is spit out on top of him square in the chest, and he lets out a yelped groan.
...and just lies there beneath it with the energy of smoking Ben Affleck.
OR LATER, after wandering around, he curiously edges into the canteen (so he can watch his own disaster trial) with the crutch under his arm...]
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He looks slowly at this rat(?) and then away....... THEN LOOKS QUICKLY BACK AT THIS RAT WITH REALIZATION.
He starts scrambling to get up out of the pile. WHY IS THERE JUST A RAT?!]
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sniff sniff ]
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He splats onto the ground and lies there face-down with his head to the side as this fucking big ass rat sniffs him.]
Where...?
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He immediately goes down when he tries to walk.]
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anyway scien will not help him up! in fact, he will plant one of his feet directly on viktor’s chest and step down hard. painfully. perhaps trying to break a rib.
and then mockingly:]
Get up.
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Pain blooms through him. He chokes with air, curls up a bit, and then sinks under the foot. His hands wrap around Scien's ankle, but he's not strong enough to budge the foot when he pushes against it.
The expression he looks up with is frustrated, hopeless resignation.]
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Ooh? And where did all your pride go, Monsieur Savior?
[he grinds his heel against Viktor’s chest, digging in meanly without care for what pain might come. maybe even looking for it. yet his expression is serene, even a bit amused]
What were your parting words to me again? Living out the remainder of your short, pitiful life without self-destructing…?
[scien stop adding words in there]
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You... are... more of a monster... than I am. I... saw it with my own eyes.
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[ Pretends not to see the problems up there or else Vash would get very "CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG NO VIOLENCE PLEASE." He will help him up, offer a hand and a smile. ]
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He takes the crutch and the hand, but as soon as he gets halfway up, he crumples like a wet paper bag. RIP Vash.]
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Woah—I got you, I got you!
[ Vash gently shoulders him upright, even if that means Viktor has to dangle. Distributing the weight (does Viktor weigh anything), he gives Viktor what he can manage while handling the rest of it. On two feet? Barely?? ]
You're good.
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He reaches his hand back to feel the bottom of his spine... Weird... It doesn't hurt, but he can feel the chipped pieces of the screw. He frowns.]
...Going to need... to fix them...
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WEARILY REGARDS THIS RAT TOUCHING HIM.]
...Feels like I'm back in the Undercity.
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No it's just Dahut, who's yawning and rubbing an eye sleepily, clearly having just recently rolled out of bed.]
Oh— Ooh, Monsieur Viktor...! You made it through Monsieur Dentiers... Yay!
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He turns around a bit, wincing in a surprise. DON'T JUST BE ASLEEP.]
Dahut... [GOD] Monstiuer... Dentiers?
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Mm, the biiig mouth-looking thing. [GESTURING VAGUELY in the direction of the Grinder. Fucking help.] It's the doorway to the Helly Belly!
[WELCOME. He reaches out and very gently pats Viktor's arm.]
How are you feeling? Dying is no fun...
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...I've been better.
[A pause.]
Marginally.
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