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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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His expression crumples mildly. He shakes his head, humbly dismissive, and then looks apologetically at the screen. He feels so bad for the people he left behind!]
Thank you, but... It's alright.
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[He lets his hand drop, then, hooking his thumb in his pocket.]
I don't know why we're here. Where I'm from... things like ghosts aren't real. But as long as we're still conscious, I'm going to look out for us. [He means he'll be the one to kill people if things start going wrong on this side but he isn't going to say that explicitly because that's probably not what Viktor needs to hear.] Whatever the reason we've got more time... I plan to use every last second of it figuring out what's going on here, and getting as many people home as possible. Okay?
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Why are you saying it as if you're doing it alone? You're not the only one who doesn't want to be here when clearly we're not... [gesticulating] non-existent.
You don't have to do it alone. I know you probably think I'm useless like most other people, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing.
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No he doesn't take it personally, he just frowns a little, confused.]
Why would I think you're useless? [???] You're skilled, and you can think quickly. I'd be happy to work with you--I just didn't want you to lose heart.
[He's starting to think y'all in here are projecting onto him with these accusations of soloing everything, damb. (Narrator: This is a lie, he is just avoiding eye contact with his hero complex)]
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...Sorry. I... I understand. I assure you, losing heart is the last thing I plan on doing.
[He had his depression era, NOW HE IS IN HIS FUELED BY SPITE ERA.]
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It's okay. You can throw your anger at me. [HE WILL ABSORB IT LIKE A CHEERFUL BAYMAX.] Trust me, I'm the last person who'd doubt your abilities from a first glance.
[HE GETS IT... from one walking death flag to another...]
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also thank YOU fellow animated tb haver]
You don't deserve that. I have time, so long as the nanites are keeping me stable. Or--whatever here is. I can work.
Does this place have a laboratory by any chance?
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Unfortunately that makes him laugh, dryly.]
If only. [DO THEY SEEM THAT LUCKY. ONE OF THEIR LOCATIONS IS A FLESH WALL.] But a couple of new areas have opened up over the past few days, so we can still keep our hopes up.
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Then I'm going to build it.
[WITH WHAT?
It's fine. He is going to make an attempt out of pure spite. HE IS SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED!!!]
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Well, there's no shortage of junk lying around. If anyone can figure out how to repurpose it, it's probably you.
[He is also very techie but not in the same way...]
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I'll see what I can do... once I get my bearings.
[A glance back at the screen even if it's pretty much over. He looks sad!! For them.]
I want to help you find a way to stop whatever is happening, though.
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Ghosts...?
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A "storm"?
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The log Throne had... With the crew we didn't know.
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Anyway he's just gonna focus on this conversation]
Do you remember any of the names? Or how many of them there were?
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It was written by someone... younger. Someone who couldn't get into the bar. A first entry log. Chief Addy was mentioned... um, Metis, who was shadowing her. Dimi.
There was a photo of four people at the bar, one of them Thebe.
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Did you hear anything about a--Lancion? Or an Everan?
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I... No. Those are... the ghosts?
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Yeah. It was pretty hard to see them clearly, but that's what they said. [...] I think--it's weird to say this, but I think one of them might be... someone I tried to save the day before. Something weird happened with the Grinder, and when Scien and I went to investigate, I heard someone calling out for help. It was like they were trapped under debris, though there wasn't anyone there for real. But the ghost I talked to, Lancion, said that that was how they died--crushed by debris.
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So... there was a different crew, and... they ran into a storm, and some of them died. [Lining his information up.] Okay.
Did the company replace the crew that were lost? They said they never heard of anything like this happening before. Um, the... murders, the teleportation the groups did.
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[It's a possibility. He frowns, though.]
They didn't mention any deaths at all? No accidents or anything?
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It was just the first log. I don't think it happened by then. Did you... see how the ghosts looked? There were people in the photo that I had never seen except for... maybe Thebe.
Well, I haven't seen Thebe either, but...
[Gesturing at his head. Hemlet.]
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