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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CHANGES GRAVEYARD LOCATIONS LIVING SIDE STATUSES PROFILES AUDIENCES REPORTING PRIVATE CONVOS COMMS DOSSIER

Comments

W2 TUESDAY : A THING

[dropoffs]

[ hello everyone... here at the canteen are two softly illuminated silhouettes.

Getting close you can discern their appearances a bit through the fragmented light: 1) a man in his mid 30s, quite handsome with brown hair and green eyes, pretty tall and 2) a late 30s/early 40s short person with light brown hair tied into a bun and dark blue eyes.

Do we want to ask questions? Choose a ghostie. ]

[pathematic]

[chooses the hair bun ghostie

Eunhyuk pauses, then]

Hello.

[dropoffs]

[ They look up at Eunhyuk because they're 5' and start fiddling with the bracelet, a little... Nervous. ]

Hello.

[pathematic]

[tries to man stand emoji in a way that's less intimidating.....

also looks at their bracelet. is it just a normal bracelet.]

I'm Eunhyuk Lee. What's your name?

[dropoffs]

[ Eunhyuk is so funny to me... It is just a normal bracelet. They just like to fidget. ]

Hans Falcin... They/them, for me. [ They look around the canteen, while not like. Overly skittish, they are wary. ] Eunhyuk, where are we?

[pathematic]

[stop he's doing his best... Eunhyuk pauses at the name. HANS?]

We're on board the Eudora. I'm not sure where we are relative to the rest of the ship, but it's separate from the rest of the crew.

We woke up here after we died. We call it the Helly Belly.

[dropoffs]

[ They are Hans, small and fiddling with their bracelet... Running their fingers over the braided cord. ]

We're still on the ship. [ They nod, trying to rationalize it. ] And this would make it the afterlife.

... This means—you, too.

[ Perished. ]

[pathematic]

[why did i use the same icon two times in a row

but also rationalizing... it's the way to go, eunhyuk can relate.]

Yes. Did you die in an accident? Or were you also killed?

[dropoffs]

[ SO FORWARD... Hans isn't uncomfortable with that. They're already dead and they close their eyes, as if trying to recall.

They blip in and out, even though their posture is composed and their expression is calm. There's a pause when they reform. ]

A mutation...

[satisficing]

[Why did Yaywon leave me with the handsome ghost, hello? Anyway, the other one, I guess...]

...Hello?

[dropoffs]

[ This one really is handsome and like... checking my notes, 6'1. Despite initially having a confused expression, his expression changes at the sound of a voice and seeing a face. ]

Hey.

[ Calmly, with a friendly smile. ]

[satisficing]

[What must it be like to be God's favorite, tall and handsome. He looks up.]

...Who are you?

[This is wild for him, a man who is all science.]

[dropoffs]

[ He brings a hand and strokes his chin, which is where Viktor can see this man has a tattoo on his left hand and also something of a stubble. ]

Hmmm... Usually, the one who greets first also introduces first, but I'll let it slide. [ Playful. ] Name's Gavin. I hope I'm not interrupting your...

[ Hand lowering, he takes a look around the fucking canteen. ]

Me...a...l?

[satisficing]

[Recognition blooms on his face after his eyes drop to the hand.]

You're... one of the ones in the photo...

[Gavin. Oh, right. He focuses again.]

...Viktor.

[He follows the look around them.]

No... I wasn't... I mean, it's fine. Have you been here this whole time?

[dropoffs]

Either it's a good sign or bad sign that you recognize me.

[ But Gavin doesn't seem bothered by it, though there's an apologetic smile. He's perceptive and knows something is up. Those thoughts are turned in his head, causing him to blip in and out before returning to form. ]

It's nice to meet you, Viktor. [ ... ] I don't know how long it has been.

Where are we?

[satisficing]

We're trying to figure out if it's good or bad.

[WHY DOES HE STARTLE IN THE SHOULDERS WHEN GAVIN BLIPS OUT. Listen. Jumpy.]

...The bottom of the ship, we're guessing. The belly. Someone said you and the others may have been caught in a storm. Do you remember that? Being on a ship, being caught in a kind of storm?

[dropoffs]

[ Sometimes you ghost fade in and out like the connection is bad. Gavin crosses his arms and hangs his head, thinking. ]

You have to be more specific. Galactic storms are common in space, but they're normally not difficult to navigate through or neutralize.

[egodist]

[we're alternating goes to the hair bun ghostie]

Ah, more of you.

Do you understand that you're dead, or are we going back to the basics?

[dropoffs]

Eunhyuk had already informed me.

[ Just to skip introductory stuff. They fiddle with their bracelet. ]

[egodist]

[he nods in understanding]

Good. [he gestures to himself] Scien Brofiise. [and a gesture to them!! who are they]

Your name? Former position? How many were in your crew, and what is the last thing you remember before arriving at this canteen?

[dropoffs]

Hans Falcin, Hydroponics Specialist and Communications Officer.

[ They respond in kind, easy to do business. ]

We were... [ Blips. ] Twenty-eight and the last thing I remember—was falling ill after I pricked my finger on a thorn. It was a new cross-breed, which was anticipated. [ Blipping more as they try to gather their memories. ] The mutation that made it highly poisonous was not.

[egodist]

Ohh, that's not what I expected to hear. Nothing regarding a storm and falling debris? Was there anyone else in your crew that had died at that point?

[dropoffs]

No storm from my account, but we had gone through a couple already.

[ They fiddle with their bracelet, pondering the question as grim as it was. It would be good to know, of course, if there are more like them.

So they try to remember, but as usual fade in and out but this time for quite a while before reforming. ]

I believe... There were.

[egodist]

[hmmm. scien waits patiently, before pressing:]

Do you know how many?

Do you know the cause or will I have to ask them when they show up here next?

[dropoffs]

[ They look at Scien, then look elsewhere, trying to focus, but they again blip like crazy. ]

I'm having trouble remembering the number, but I know—there must have been... Why else... Ghosts—stories. [ They blip. ] Accidents... Strange. Happenings.

It may be best to hear it from them yourself, if they appear.