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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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[because he sure as shit isn't pure. he messily puts on the shirt again, misaligning one single button somehow and fastening it before he shrugs his lab coat back on....]
Be specific. Which samples?
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Everything that was taken during the operation... [WILTING........ THEIR FUCKING BLOOD AND TISSUE SAMPLES.] I tried to save what I could, but it was no good.
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It doesn't make sense for everything to just disappear—that's not how conversion of matter works... unless it happened because it was going into my separate regeneration.
This is also an odd location.
[so far from where he died... and not the grinder]
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[Something about this leaves him feeling a little discomforted, but he just raises his shoulders before looking around.]
I wonder what would have happened if one of us had died before we could get in here?
[Imagine someone just being trapped in the junkyard for a week.]
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[eunhyuk and viktor are currently facing more mental trauma than anything]
But decay, dust, flowers... All things worth noting. The flowers especially are at odds with the rest of this trash heap of a place.
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[Even if he's still DISPLEASED IT WAS SCIEN but you do what you gotta do for hashtag science... He sets his hands on his hips, glancing out toward the trash.]
This is the second time flowers have grown during an unusual event here, too. I've written my findings down.
[which i aki will write later but basically they are normal flowers in everything but scent since they smell like the teeth.]
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I'll look over them. Show me the recording, too. [THEIR TERRIBLE RECORDING]
I'll have to assume that the flowers are relevant in some way... Do we know anything about the lotuses aside from their apparent symbolism?
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O-kay! [PLEASE AT LEAST NOT WHILE THEY'RE EATING this is me aki Dahut wouldn't care, horribly.]
Monsieur Eunhyuk mentioned that they're aquatic plants that grow through mud to the water's surface and that they were used for bleeding and coughs, but there's no scientific evidence to back their effectiveness...
[BLEEDING AND COUGHS YOU SAY.]
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[internal? external? eunhyuk would know so much about it]
Hmm... the way it's been adapted into symbolism makes sense, taking that into consideration.
[to rebirth and rise over muddy waters... mikazuki munechika is shaking]
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[He was shakin in his ice boots and then cleaning up a crimescene (accidental). Actually there are still probably little twinkling vestiges of ice along his arms and shoulders.]
Maybe that's why the trash spat you out, too.
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[he won't even deny it. scien knows he's bad.
he will just pat down dahut's arm once he catches sight of the ice though.... little nerd.]
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Oop! I'm still icy... [HIS ICE. He does a dramatic hammy little shiver.] I'll get myself something nice and hot to eat, too!
[HE'S GETTING THEM MYSTERY HANDPIES actually there's probably some still in the canteen from when he was on watch.]
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Fine.
You fuss too much. But given circumstances, I'll allow it.
[anyone who mourns scien after seven days is a weirdo. but dahut, he'll accept.]
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[IN THIS MOMENT IT IS HIS RIGHT SO HARD!!!!!! But he'll go get handpies for them to eat while they fucking watch this horrific video probably my god.]
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scien is watching this TERRIBLE VIDEO while he eats the handpies and will just say - ]
Only show the final portion with the decay and flowers to the others if they ask.
[no need to show the deets of the memory bank....]
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Got it! Hm... They were kind of pretty, actually.
[The lotuses... He was too focused on SCIENCING at the time but looking at the video they're actually quite nice.]
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Sure?
[cleaRLY
NOT FEELING STRONGLY ONE WAY OR ANOTHER]
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At least enjoy the pretty symbolism of a plant that rises through the mud to the water's surface sprouting out of your guts.
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What types of flowers did you see before?
[sorry mods this is a question from a fucking week ago]
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[The injuries are pretty consistent in their healing BUT WHAT IF DEATH ISN'T!! kowai
Anyway do they have geraniums in fake France damn. google tells me they'd probably grow decently in mild weather but also [redacted]??]
They were pretty little clusters of red flowers that turned black and then turned into the lycoris noirges.
[The way he didn't write this detail in the notes he was just like flower field! Good enough!]
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The noirges might be specifically to hamper our understanding—if you saw the Maiden of Death and I saw that old witch... Take them into consideration but they may not be representative of this place.
[he sighs...]
To think that now of all times I would want for that botany book....
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[WHEN HE'S DONE BEING UNHAPPY ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY KILLED A MAN ON HIS WATCH. He just sighs at the mention of the botany book though, chewing on a pastry edge.]
Nothing to be done about it now, I guess. I really wish those flower samples hadn't disintegrated, though...
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[as scien always expects... terrible.]
It seems like there are many things here that we aren't meant to keep. So only my clothes were left behind?
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[AS USUAL HE JUST AGREES time to go be an info gopher later... He nods at that, though.]
Mm, yep. Your clothes and the blood that was already on me, but it wasn't enough to grab for testing.
[Just added automatically since he knows Scien will ask for said bloody clothes but he already washed them...]
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At the very least, we have confirmation that these are our bodies. We haven't been modified to be put into normal human ones to mimic the regeneration process.
So instead, it may be something else that is giving us the ability to heal rapidly and come back from the dead with our memories intact.
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