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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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There's a soft huff of a laugh.]
Maybe if you approached them with flowers, they would like you more? [HELP. It's a gentle tease, though...] ...Is that why you went into medicine?
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he shakes his head]
I was only interested in it at first. And I thought doctors made a lot of money.
[and then he realized how much DEBT THEY'RE IN,]
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Anyway, he just looks vaguely amused at that help.]
I guess it didn't turn out quite how you wanted, huh?
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It's not glorious, but I liked the idea of helping people. Even if my bedside manner makes it seem like I don't.
[he says it like he's quoting someone else]
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This is also so funny fucking help. Dahut just laughs a little... And gives Eunhyuk some safe broth.]
I would have wanted you as a doctor if I wasn't doing well, I think! Even if you aren't super sunny, it's easy to tell that you care.
[He remembers the lumbering emotions bear of concern...]
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You can still have me. [GAY? im jk] I'll look after you even when you don't need it.
[the lumbering emotions bear of concern is real and will appear again]
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Wow! Is this what it's like to be fussed over? [Said in a mostly teasing tone...] I'll leave myself in your capable and fussy hands then, monsieur.
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You can call me Eunhyuk.
[unless dahut prefers signore-ing him,]
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Eunhyuk! If you're sure, I'd be glad to. [He's not a stickler for French honorifics despite how often he uses them...
BUT after he eat this noodle:] I think that Monsieur Arthur and his cat have similar personalities!
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the way eunhyuk's eyes crinkle a little at that,]
They are pretty similar. I think Baast is stronger though.
[BAAST COULD BEAT ARTHUR UP!! eats his greens]
I thought Scien was very rational. I respected him.
[WHY IS THIS IN PAST TENSE]
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Oh, it's true! I would never want to face Baast in battle!
[HE WOULD NEVER WANT TO FACE ANYONE IN BATTLE HE'S THE TINIEST TWINK HERE. Also this is the funniest thing he's ever heard in his life.]
You don't anymore?
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I still think he's rational. And I respect his commitment towards finding answers.
I think I treated him as -- [A GOD??? no] someone who was different from me. But I realized that he's similar. He has things he likes and things he hates, and things that can't be explained by logic.
[SCIEN IS JUST SO WEIRD? BUT LIKE A REGULAR PERSON. HE IS LESS UNTOUCHABLE AND FAR OFF NOW. HE IS A SKRUNKLY DUDE WHO IS DYING A LOT FOR SCIENCE]
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It's a good thing that you realized it! Monsieur Scien may be a really impressive person with a brain like no one else, but it's a good thing to remind him that he still lives here with the rest of us every now and then.
[SCIEN IS RIGHT THERE.]
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ALSO NOT DAHUT'S CUTE LIL HALFMOON EYES]
Leadership can be pretty isolating. [so he also can't blame scien for wanting to pack up and move into a storage shed instead, away from the people.] I'm glad he has you.
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Ehe, thank you! I'm glad that I can be here to drag him down from the mountain every now and then!