GRAVEYARD.

[dropoffs]

GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD     13 DECOMMISSIONED

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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.

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".

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Comments

w2 mon...

[artificialsweetener]

[WELL. At some point in the afternoon before or after all of the newlydeads get kidnapped away to be bullied on an inves, a rather unusually serious-looking Dahut will emerge from the abyss! He has a hospital gown on backwards over the top of his outfit, which has blood on it, and he's also in the middle of pulling off a set of very bloody surgical gloves.]

As of- [GLANCING AT HIS IRIS] -thirty seven minutes ago, Monsieur Scien is dead.

[HELP.]

[pathematic]

[so this is what he meant by not cutting ahead

Eunhyuk listens to this bit of SURPRISE NEWS with his usual expression... except for his eyes, which flicker from black to normal,]

How did he die?

[artificialsweetener]

[EUNHYUK YOUR EYEBALLS. He's just giving them a look with a bit of a concerned furrow at his brow, continuing to peel off his gloves. Once removed, Dahut will take off his lil gown and start to roll the gloves up into it. There's a little bit of visible ice on his uncovered hands.]

System shock and heart failure.

[pathematic]

[DON'T LOOK AT HIS EYEBALLS HELLO LOOK AT YOUR ICE HANDS INSTEAD

Eunhyuk frowns a little when he sees his ice hands. IS THIS. ICE HANDS LIKE TRANSFORMED ICE HANDS. OR JUST ICE ON HANDS.]

Do you need help preserving his body?

[artificialsweetener]

[HELP IMAGINE THEY'RE JUST SOLID BLOCKS OF ICE. No it's just that they're laced with ice like leaves on a frozen lake... Or a corpse left out in the snow overnight i guess.]

There isn't a body to preserve. Shortly after his heart stopped, he started decaying at a reeeally fast rate until nothing was left, and his body sprouted a bunch of flowers that also decayed and vanished.

[WHAT IS IT WITH THIS PLACE AND FUCKED UP FLOWERS HE DOESN'T WANT THIS REMINDER OF HOME.]

[rav3n]

[Well, thanks to the weekly effect, this news means that there's a burst of electricity around Luke--but only briefly, as he takes in Dahut's appearance and just closes his eyes. EXHAUSTION.]

Why.

[HE KNOWS WHY. BUT ALSO. WHY.]

[artificialsweetener]

[HOLDING HIS LIL BUNDLE OF BLOODY CLOTHES TO HIS CHEST.]

We took some risks.

[CLEARLY.]

[rav3n]

Didn't I say to call me so I could be there to keep an eye on you?

[GOD!! Granted, that was before Scien showed up and the Relivers fucking around isn't really his problem anymore, but still.

He sighs, gaze dropping down to the clothes.]

I can put those in the laundry for you.

[artificialsweetener]

I know, but having an extra set of eyes wouldn't have helped in this case, really...

[SWEET LUKE IS DOING HIS BEST EVEN THOUGH THE RELIVERS ARE THE FUCKING WORST. His wholeass visible forearms are just gently starting to frost over as he stands there hugging his nastyass gown.

After a second, though, he will gently hold them out...]

I'm sorry for the trouble.

[satisficing]

[Hobbling by with more junk scrap for the lab in his arms.

Muttering as he passes:]

Good riddance. Let me know if we can use some of his parts.

[artificialsweetener]

[THIS FUCKING SCIENTIST SQUABBLE HELP ME.

Tendrils of ice shoot up from Dahut's frozen little paws to his neck, which makes an uncomfortable crunching sound like glass underfoot as he turns his head to look at Viktor. His expression is blank for a second, and then there's something visibly and genuinely hurt as he hugs his lil bloody ball of clothing to his chest.]

Please don't speak ill of him where I can hear you. [HE LOVES HIS DEAD HAMSTER WHOM HE ISN'T SURE WILL BE RETURNING.] ...Nothing is left.

[satisficing]

[Tch.... This is like kicking a shaking chihuahua... ANNOYING. He is too weak not to stop and turn a little back. He frowns.

HE FEELS BAD.......BUT ONLY FOR DAHUT.]

What ill-thought out thing did he make you help him do...? How is nothing of him left?

[artificialsweetener]

[HELP. VIKTOR PLEASE he's so funny. Dahut is easy to feel bad for to be fair, he's truly just standing here clutching his bloody bundle and icing over like a fuckin corpse in a winter field, staring a hole into the floor.]

I volunteered to help with an operation so we could learn a little more about our bodies here, since there are already so many strange anomalies... [THEIR HEALING.] But after his heart stopped, he decayed at really fast... A bunch of flowers sprouted and then those decayed too, and nothing was left after. Not even the samples we collected.

[dropoffs]

[ he's so distressed that he doesn't know what to say ]

[artificialsweetener]

[VASH IS SUCH A FUCKING MOOD. HE'S JUST :PERSONSTANDING: COVERED IN BLOOD STARING AT THEIR SWEET PEACH.]

There isn't much of a mess to clean up, but please don't go into the operating room for a while.

FOUR HOUR LATER

[egodist]

[sets myself free from meetings

there is at first the rummaging sound of something from the scrap yard. pieces of metal falling over, rust dislodged and clogging up the air, a scraggly sheet kicked until it's flung off the top of the pile and sent cascading down.

from the ashes rust, god this shithead rises again.

he dusts himself off, as if that'll help anything when he's fucking naked as the day that he technically birthed himself out of a reliver egg, with only a (mod voice) adam and eve modesty leaf covering up his lower half. how is it staying on. i'm not thinking about it.

that said, seems as good a time as any to mention the fact that scien's covered in scars. where his clothes are normally melting off of him, they do a fair job of covering the absurd bruising, scars, and stitching that litter his entire body but cluster especially around his chest. the scarred over portion of where he clawed out his own memory bank is there, but so are a bunch of neat rows of stitches as if this body was nothing more than something to take apart and put back together. maybe it was.

anyway - ]

Someone get Dahut to give me back my pants.

[pathematic]

[GOES TO LOOK FOR DAHUT? UNLESS DAHUT IS ALREADY HERE? IM ASSUMING DAHUT IS ALREADY HERE TO PANTS HIM

the state of his body would give him pause, but Eunhyuk got to see him laid out like this in the brig, just enough to see these same exact scars on his chest.]

Scien.

[his eyes turn black for a moment, then back to normal]

How do you feel?

[egodist]

[dahut will probably be here at some point!!! scien will stand around in the nude until he gets assisted because this is truly just a vessel to him and if his scars are already out, there's no point in hiding them. there is no shame or worry....]

Fine.

[truly just fine]

I'll be going back to the operating lab to check my vitals, but everything feels intact.

[pathematic]

[(rat voice) (flushed) uwah]

We were worried.

[simply, because they were (excluding viktor).]

Dahut said your body decayed right after you died.

[artificialsweetener]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MONSIEUR SCIEN—!!

[DAHUT'S ARRIVAL IS NOT FUCKING QUIET OR SUBTLE, HE'S JUST HOWLING THE ENTIRE TIME HE'S DASHING THROUGH GARBAGE TO GET TO SCIEN.

There is also no being delicate with the newly revived man here, he will just bowl directly into Scien's side unless he's stopped, wrapping him up in a towel from the bathroom and shoving a ball of fabric into his arms. A nice, fresh bundle of clothing! All warm and straight out of the dryer, yippee.]

Four hours!! Put on your pants!!

[egodist]

Oh. Your timing is good.

[this laundry is fresh....... comfy. he'll reach out to place a hand on dahut's head to intercept his charge and then annoyingly mess up his hair first as his greeting. help!! but then he'll put the towel around his shoulders to obscure some of his more obvious scars and then step into his stupid pants. they're so warm.......]

Three hours for major wounds and then four for a complete revival then. What became of my old vessel?

[ratbrows]

[A rat blinks at him coquettishly.]

[egodist]

[help

he's ignoring this rat sweet yaywon]

[rav3n]

[Finally tags you for real

WELL Luke kept Dahut company at the Grinder for a while, but eventually they had to part ways... AND NOW WE ARE HERE. I wish so badly that Luke would have a hilarious reaction to naked Scien emerging from trash mountain to shame mankind but unfortunately he's only concerned with Scien, you know, being un-disintegrated. He does notice the scars, but more importantly, he notices that Scien is in one piece and not about to keel over and bleed out on the trash, so he doesn't rush over to try and steady him.

He shakes his head, exasperated--but there's relief there, too. HOW ARE YOU TWO SO SMART BUT SO DUMB AT THE SAME TIME thinks Luke, who is also a smart idiot]

What exactly was the plan if you didn't make it back?

[egodist]

[yea he's genuinely fine. little clouds from the effect kinda surround him in the (yaywon voice) fruits basket censorship way. he's yawning though, unconcerned as always. he should be more concerned.]

I die, Dahut incinerates my corpse, and each of you carry on.

[what would it have mattered if scien died....]