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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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Politely offers aome of the greens to Dahut. Enjoy.]
I don't want to live forever... I just... would enjoy not being worried about having a year left. Less than a year. I don't know.
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Thank you! [What a kind lad with a relatable problem...] Mm, I understand, though. It would be nice to be able to live and die like a normal human, wouldn't it?
[INSTEAD THEY GOT MURDERED ON A SPACESHIP. He will eat his lil bite of greens though, and i hilariously rolled viktor so he'll just stare him deadass in the face:]
I think that you're charming in the sort of way that Monsieur Arthur or Monsieur Lucien are, like a little feral animal under the porch covered in burrs!
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[HE TRULY LOOKS STUNNED BY THIS SUDDEN DESCRIPTION. HE THINKS HE IS AT LEAST A LITTLE MORE REFINED AND LESS FERAL THAN LUCIEN??? Thinks about Arthur who basically looks like him, but acts like Blade.]
...I would hope I'm at least a little, um, more put together than that.
[He isn't spiritually.]
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Oh, you look more put together than Monsieur Lucien, at least! [FUCKING HELP.] You're all under the porch together, but the vibes are very different.
[Someone taught him this word immediately and he uses it so much now...]
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Word for the wise, don't ever say anything like that to him, or he'll definitely turn you into a stuffed bird.
[Lucien is SO VAIN. Also, me trying to blame Flurry as the usual suspect, but then remembering Flurry isn't playing someone who would KNOW WHAT VIBE IS.]
At least put us on the porch.
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[STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN MEAN IN THE FASHION WAY he meant in the way that Lucien is the one having public breakdowns. Good for him.
Anyway he pantomimes the gesture of gathering up a bunch of animals and then placing them on a higher platform...]
Porch time! There.
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...I think I might accept even my greatest fear of death over being stuck under the porch with the other two with my fur matted with burrs.
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[HIS PORCH CREATURES. Fat raccoons.]
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I don't know whether to be touched, or insulted that we're still regarded as animals here.
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It's all metaphor! [IS IT.] I don't actually think of you as animals, it's the energy.
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Yes, I get that, it's just the general idea we're your... [Hold on a second.] Does that mean... you like us?
[The wily raccoon pops out in him.]
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Of course! I wouldn't let just any burr-covered animals live on my porch, you know.
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I'm not so sure about that. Name a single person here on the ship you hate.
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I don't hate anyone on this ship, silly! But there are still some that I would probably leave under the porch instead.
[HELP.]
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Like?
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[HE REALLY HAD TO CONSIDER HIS ANSWER HERE THOUGH.]
Though it's not like I dislike them, so I guess I would let them up if they wanted to come up! And I think I'd leave Monsieur Scien in the storage shed.
[HELP.]
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I thought you and he were close? But you'd keep him in the shed...?
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Oh, we are! I've known Monsieur Scien for sooo long, but that's exactly why I know he belongs in the shed!
[Again, Scien is right there.]
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