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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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I've already seen you die once. I don't want it to happen again.
[regardless of what kind lives or unlives relivers live]
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scien tilts his head for a moment before he seems to remember - ]
Oh right. They were recording me. So it got released afterward? Wow. What bad taste.
[SHOW MORE CONCERN!!!]
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Sheba and I found the video. We shared it with the people who wanted to know what happened.
They mourned you in their own way, and so did we.
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[he's very self-aware about that. even at the end, when there were moments he did appreciate, that was not enough for him to drastically alter his behavior.]
Did you glean anything worthwhile from it? I obviously wasn't in my right mind to analyze all of my own actions.
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[grief is just a strange, personal thing. but eunhyuk moves on,]
I can show it to you now or later. I still have it on my IRIS.
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this is a level of emotion and attachment he simply can't relate to.]
Show me now.
[back to back scien brofiise death special]
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Eunhyuk will pull up his IRIS as he moves closer, flicking the screen to remove the privacy filter, and then show Scien the recording.]
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it's funnier that he remembered. he raises a brow, curious, but there's nothing that stops that terrible, cruel smile from spreading across his lips once the violence itself starts. the argumentation. it already feels so long ago, and yet it stands out so clearly to him.
when the sound starts to cut out around his words, he barks out a laugh. horrific.]
I said 'you want to make an experiment out of me? A spectacle?' [he thinks the next sentence is clear enough but for the final one - ] 'I've always been ready to make the first sacrifice.'
I'd say that still holds true.
[be less fucking proud of yourself, insane bitch!!]
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Eunhyuk lowers his IRIS, because yeah, scien went and fcking died. AGAIN. FIRST GY DEATH. WOW.]
What about regaining your godhood?
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But even I have my limits.
[and this is where the clouds start to get stormy, despite the smile on scien's face. being made a puppet.... truly unacceptable for one who used to be god]
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they no longer have the benefit of emotion share, but eunhyuk does remember scien's anger -- though, he's not sure how much of his anger was really his then.
at least he knows now that this is all scien's.]
Then make sure to survive until you can. So you can fucking kill them.
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[please take the words of encouragement normally, scien]
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[get permaded idiod]
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How? Are you threatening me?
[the second question is a joke but it's scien so unclear if it's delivered like a joke]
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[this is also a joke but unclear because also true,]
Dahut mentioned that it was a possibility that we could end up like the former crew.
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[whoa..... gay.]
We could. But like I said, if even a piece of my consciousness lives on, it's a bad outcome for them.
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You'd be more formidable if you had all your pieces. But I'll hope that at least some of you remains.
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Oh? Are you planning on making me do all the work?
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[this is a group project and it's called survival]
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[this is how it works]
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That might work on lesser men than me.
[i see what spoon said about eunhyuk being too alpha and dion not liking it
scien thinks he's trying to wear shoes too big for him to fill like a toddler]
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I'll be satisfied as long as a piece of you exists.
[HE'S NOT ASKING SCIEN TO LIVE. HE JUST WANTS THE THE WILL TO LIVE.]
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[whether he exists, or chooses to exist, is so separate from eunhyuk... i'm sorry he's such a fucking asshole]
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I want to acknowledge that.
[he will continue to want scien to survive rat hell]
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