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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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Eunhyuk pops out of the grinder... in that, eventually he pulls himself to his feet, though it's clear he doesn't know where to go, even with the... HOOK CLAW...?? gently guiding him around. his clothes are still bloodied, and there is a scar on his neck, and probably one on his chest but he's not NAKED so no one will KNOW!!
he is just '_' on the outside and fcking THIS ON THE INSIDE as the realization of the last 48 hours crashes down on him... HELLO... WHAT THE FCKENING JUST HAPPENED?
anyway he is finally here crunches him like a peanut]
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Yo, Nosebleed.
[IS THAT BETTER? IS THAT BETTER THAN HIS OLD NICKNAME????]
I have a question for you.
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But he's had a little time to put the pieces of this new reality together. he is dead, but he is alive. the others were dead, but they are alive.
his eyes go to his reliver mark on Scien's throat, now scarred. to his eyes, open and seeing. then he takes note of the terrible nickname.....]
Just one?
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[eunhyuk really sitting there with a record of scien's death that he still hasn't seen, so funny. but he'll raise one eybrow:]
Why did you choose the false savior as your target?
[me like imagine if this one question is going to have to make yaywon move this to a pc well we'll see]
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at the question, his brow furrows -- understanding lighting his eyes and then, exhaustion -- though it's all swept neatly back under his neutral expression.]
He was awake that night.
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how big is this rat]
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Eunhyuk pauses,]
Hello.
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...Hello.
[LITERALLY HE IS JUST SAYING HI TO THESE RATS but he will dive out of the way if they start running]
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hilariously he immediately moves out of the way, as if he knows exactly what to do when ballet things start happening]
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HE WILL NOT SAY HELLO TO THIS ONE]
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Imagine if that was Luke's greeting. But no... he is here, waiting, when Eunhyuk tumbles out of the grinder. WHAT ABOUT THE RATS well don't worry about it that's a separate timeline I guess]
Hey--steady. [HE IS HERE ready to help if Eunhyuk looks unstable on his feet.]
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Eunhyuk seems steady enough, though his whole vibe is still. processing. trying to understand. which isn't helped by the sound of Luke's voice or his presence, both things he's seen only in stasis. in a pod, in the same room where he died.]
Luke.
[HELLO? IS THIS REAL????? is he close enough to put his hand on his titty -- jk his shoulder]
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How do you feel?
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he takes a moment to calibrate, checking his condition, running through his checks. he touches his forehead, still cold. he touches his nose... no blood. his brows furrow, and he sags a little]
I'm fine.
[he sounds a little bewildered about it,]
I thought... [...] I'm myself.
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Viktor is here, looking just as fucking tired. He doesn't have his crutch and is kind of favoring his good leg, but he doesn't seem to be in pain.
His expression folds into something gently pensive, but not angry. Worried maybe?]
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Eunhyuk freezes when he sees him, expression pale behind his glasses. He doesn't move, a complete opposite of the last moment he saw Viktor, when the first thing he did was move straight for him. And maybe it's this memory that makes him very still.
his eyes still dart over Viktor's body, noting his condition even now -- because he can't help it, because he wants to know. he doesn't know what to say, but he feels like he should. ...he hadn't said anything before.]
...Viktor.
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except maybe Scien--to him.]
Eunhyuk. Are... you alright?
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[Unlike these other poised fools who are actually giving Eunhyuk space after being supermurdered for his own good on live TV, Dahut just bowls into his side like a little hell demon. HELLO.]
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Da -- hrngh -- !!
[EXCEPT HE'S CUT OFF MID-NAME BY DAHUT BOWLING INTO HIS SIDE LIKE A LITTLE HELL DEMOn]
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Dahut truly is just hanging onto him from the side in a hug though, help. THEIR RESIDENT EMOTIONS ZOMBIEEE.]
I'm so sorry you're here but I'm glad you made it safely...! You did, right? No missing parts, all of your blood is inside?
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