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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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But for now Luke is allowed to use chopsticks properly!! He looks a little amused...]
Do you need help?
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Anyway Dahut slumps dramatically and holds his chopsticks-havin hand out to Luke.]
Please help!
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He laughs, putting his down and moving over to adjust Dahut's fingers.]
If it's too hard, I can throw together a clip to keep them attached. [BABY CHOPSTICKS FOR BABIES]
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He'll let Luke help him figure out his fucking CHOPSTICKS THOUGH HE HATES IT HERE. The idea of keeping them attached via a clip is honestly appealing.]
Thank you very much, monsieur. I'll do my best! I wouldn't want you have to go too far out of your way for me.
[HE SAID THIS BUT HE LET EUNHYUK FEED HIM.
Anyway he'll try to pick up a piece of seafood with his newly positioned chopsticks and he actually almost makes it to his mouth this time! But then it slips at the last second, bouncing off of his shirt and landing on the floor.
He just SIGHS.]
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What is it?! [WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING]
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The flesh tried to eat my feet—!!
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He digs his multi-tool out of his pocket and flips the knife open, bending down to look under the table]
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[LOUDLY LAMENTS WHILE HUGGING HIS LEGS TO HIS CHEST.
The flesh mound down there is in the middle of absorbing his fallen food and also trailing after Dahut's lone foot like it wants to finish the horrible foot massage it started, but then it starts reaching for Luke instead... (yaywon voice) i control this flesh now]
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[HE DOESN'T KNOW. Do flesh mounds have brains... noses... TONGUES??? Awful.
He manages to successfully stab the flesh since it's right here--but because it is just a flesh mound, it just recoils for a minute, and then keeps reaching for him.]
What the--?!
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Anyway he's just peeking beneath the table to watch these shenanigans happen. The flesh pile shyly tries to touch Luke's foot...]
Oh—!! Nooo, that's so spooky!! Run, Monsieur Luke, run!!
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He scoots his chair back and kicks it as hard as he can]
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But then Luke is trying to kick at it so it just aggressively grabs his foot. It's done being baby, now it wants power.]
Why did you put your foot near it?!
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TCH]
Why is it so strong?!
[WHO IS SPILLING THEIR OATMEAL ENOUGH TO FEED THIS THING]
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Anyway Dahut will hop out of his chair and try to grab onto Luke so he can like PULL HIM OUT OF THIS???? FLESH LUMP'S CLUTCHES?????]
Kick it again, kick it again!!
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I GUESS LUKE IS SCOOPING DAHUT UP LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES AND GETTING UP TO TRY AND STOMP ON THIS THING, AND FAILING]
Get off!! I don't have any food!!!
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Nooo, why is it so fast?!
[It's truly just doing the chacha slide dodging around Luke's stomping attempts. And then it tries getting underfoot like a slippery banana peel.]
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Oh, sh--
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