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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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All he has is the voice in his head and the blood pounding in his veins, keeping him on his feet.
But he's not interested in talking about what he's going through. He's not important here.]
...Don't let her suffer.
[no matter what, make eunyoo happy]
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But he understands. They have their pride. They know where they came from... And they don't want to forget their struggles. There's still a difference between them. One of them is a dying man, a dead man.
"We've worked hard. I'm sure you... Much harder." He grows quiet as he lets his hands down, but doesn't tear his eyes away from Viktor. "You deserve this life. Are you sure..."
They are one and the same. Of course why wouldn't the ideal Viktor offer to share his years with himself.
The ideal Eunhyuk on the other hand... Those words tell him enough about what Eunhyuk might have went through. Not enough to know what went on in the Green Home, what happened during the quarantine, and how estranged his relationship with Eunyoo became, but what he can glean is that—he can't follow this Eunhyuk's path.
With a nod, they mutually agree that they can't let Eunyoo suffer... There's a silence, a pause, as he tries to find something to say again.
"I made a promise to always come back."
It's his promise to Eunyoo. No, it's their promise from Eunyoo. The ideal Eunhyuk looks at him in the eyes, returning the phrase.
"... Don't let her suffer."
Can Eunhyuk keep that promise? ]
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But he wants it so bad. He wants normalcy. He wants a body that works, he wants to not be sick. He wants to not stand there and let death trample him.
Frustrated tears well up in his eyes, but his teeth are gritted. He grips the cane suddenly, like he might swing it. And then his hands loosen, and the cane tumbles down in front of him to the floor. His arms drop to his sides. There's no room for him here. There is no room for a man who feels.
He'll have to take that part out later.]
Go back to your perfect life, and leave me alone.
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This Eunhyuk never made that promise, this Eunhyuk living an ideal life. Because there was never a moment in this Eunhyuk's life where he would have had to make that promise and lie.
But Eunhyuk had. He'd made that promise just so that Eunyoo could let him go. In doing that, he made her suffer. He's already ruined his chances. He's already made that lie.]
I won't.
[it's so easy to lie again now. to a version of himself who might not even know or be able to tell. and maybe it's not entirely a lie. eunhyuk is gone, and in his absence, he no longer has to make Eunyoo suffer.]
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... The pink haze in the holodeck dissipates and you have returned. It is like nothing ever happened and you had never left. The display screens before you show the eight senior crew on the other side, no longer blank. No longer showing the you from another universe. There are just rats.
However, a data log that contains a video can be found on a nearby surface. Y'all are done!! ]
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Once the haze leaves, Viktor is left tired. Emotionally. He reaches up to rub his eyes with the back of his hand before lifting his head to realize... Right, the holodeck. The photos are back.
!
He twists around to look for Eunhyuk, strangely worried momentarily. Worried for Eunhyuk.... Worried a little for himself, too.]
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Eunhyuk takes a step back, as if waking up from a dream, and then turns his head to meet Viktor's gaze -- the look of worry.
Right, he was here with Viktor all this time. They came together to explore what was happening. He takes a wobbly step away from the panel, and then just. slides down to the floor, folding into a sitting heap. Now it's his turn to hit the holodeck.
...That was a lot. He did not like that at all.]