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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 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?
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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.]
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except. WHAT. at that, Eunhyuk's eyes turn completely black for longer than just a blink of an eye. like a full minute as he stands here and absorbs this information, turning it over in his head,
then they fade back to his normal eyes. okay. well. scien is fcking gone? hello? is he dead for real? help me. HELP!!! eunhyuk on the outside: o_o for once,]
-- Flowers? [what the fck] What did they look like?
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They were pink with petals that were pretty large... About this big? [MEASURES WITH HIS FINGIES.] And shaped a little like scoops. At the center, there was something yellow with holes in it.
[Dahut doesn't know but Eunhyuk probably will: he's describing lotuses.]
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Eunhyuk doesn't mind ice hands because he's hypothermic. He will place his own cold hand over Dahut's like this will do anything, but he hopes it does. He's going into his modern mind palace to see if he recognizes these flowers Dahut's talking about. imagine i told you that sweet home has no lotuses.]
...Lotus flowers. They're aquatic plants that grow from the mud to the water's surface. Some cultures used them for bleeding and coughs, but there's no scientific evidence that they were actually effective.
They're also a symbol of purity or rebirth.
[does that mean scien is coming back....]
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As he listens to this explanation though, his brow furrows a little.]
Hm... [PLEASE MEAN SOMETHING, LOTUSES, HE DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE HIS HAMSTER.] I wonder if it's a bad omen that they withered so fast, then. [A sigh. ANOTHER SIGH.] ...Well, I have to do a little tidying, but I'll write our findings down as soon as possible.
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Comfort is not something that comes easily to Eunhyuk, but Dahut has always reached out to him, so maybe the answer here is physical touch. but eventually, he will release him,]
Write them down first. I'll start cleaning up.
[he has cleaned so many bloody tools left over from dead bodies. he won't clean everything though he feels like dahut also likes cleaning? so he'll leave something for dahut to focus on as he waits. hopefully, scien will be back soon.]
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In response to the offer, he offers up a little smile in return; small and a little uncertain, but still with the undertone of warmth.]
...Thank you, Monsieur Eunhyuk. I'm really sorry for the trouble. You don't mind if I come with you, do you?
[He can type on his IRIS and transfer it to their eventual family computer later it's fine...]
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anyway he shakes his head, he doesn't mind dahut can do what he wants!! for now.... either way they will go back into dahutty's pie shop and scien's funeral home,]
It's something I want to know too. [IF DYING... IS FINALLY PERMANENT HERE] I offered my help, but Scien said my life would be more useful.
[at least in that moment since eunhyuk knew living side information]
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BUT AWAY THEY GOOO back to the sweeney hut jr with its hellish pie shop NOT THE FUNERAL HOME.]
He mentioned that you were curious... That's part of why he wanted to act before you could. We have backups, after all.
[The value of a Reliver is inherently worth less in a situation like this; it's a take he agrees with.]
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...Sorry. I wasn't going to jump ahead.
[but he also knows lying is on his profile and he is a born liar and people are right not to trust him,]
What do you mean by back-ups?
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It was only a very small part of the reason, so don't worry.
[Once they're back in the room though, he'll move over to the table where he's folded Scien's clothing and his own gloves (non-surgical), reaching for some of the still-bloodied tools.]
Ah, I'll explain later, if you're still curious. For now, could you please get some rubbing alcohol?
[HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING THINGS DOWN but instead he's just nyooming to help...]
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What about your notes?
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I won't forget anything! Don't worry. [He won't forget anything bECAUSE HE RECORDED EVERYTHING but he'll spare people from having to watch this one.]
You're probably used to having to clean things like this from your time in medical school, huh?
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but he will clean along with dahut,]
A little. I learned the theory and practice for it in school. I gained real life experience after I left.
[literally no surgical experience but he had to get out there and be creative.]
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They're just out here scrubbing blood away from these horrific tools so they can be used later because of course they will be used later.]
There's really no replacement for real life experience, anyway, but I imagine that must have been a pretty stressful leap.
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anyway yeah! we love these mid-1900s jars of leeches]
It was. I didn't have anesthesia or any of the proper tools, and I wasn't confident in my ability to save her. But she wanted to live more than anything, and that helped make my decision.
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NOT THE JAR OF LEECHES STOP THAT WAS LIKE 1800S BEGONE.]
Sometimes it looks like you have two options, but you really don't... [Like what's he gonna DO, NOT OPERATE??] ...Did she survive?
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...Yes. [a petal or two... though they quickly vanish] But I don't know how she's doing now. She could have had a post-op complication.
[stop worrying eunhyuk ur fcking dead]
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I know it's hard not to worry, but you did the best you could, right? How you have to focus on getting out of here so you can find her.
[SAID ON THIS THE EVE OF SCIEN'S DEATH.]
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there's a beat or two as Eunhyuk focuses on these tools I forgot they were cleaning, quiet. then,]
She'll probably hit me if she sees me again.
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Why? What did you do?
[JUST ASSUMES IT'S EUNHYUK'S FAULT.]
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I asked her to look after everyone when I'm gone.
[he gave her the Burden of Responsibility]
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Were you planning on being gone soon...?
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[thanks for giving the post-surgery patient more responsibility]
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