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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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Well! That was not fun. If I'm here, he's likely around somewhere. Might cross his path, too.
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...Why was he a danger?
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He can explain himself. [ Seems like they don't get along. ] Even though I'd like to tear into him again.
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Were you punished for it?
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Thrown in the brig! Good intentions or not, murder is murder. [ Hm. ] Wonder if my death was karma.
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I meant more than the brig. Murder is a very serious crime. So you two were locked in the brig. But then how did you die? Shouldn't the brig be... secure?
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... Remember when I asked if Vash died from a tummy ache?
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Did... someone... poison you?
[DID YOU DIE OF A TUMMY ACHE?]
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[ Tummy aches win sometimes, you know. He blips again, a bit longer than a moment, but not too concerning. When he returned, formed again, he's... Instead silent for a long time. Contemplative, actually. Something on the mind. ]
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...Is something wrong? What's on your mind?
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... I think before I last closed my eyes, my meal looked—[ Blips again. ] Different. In a blink, it looked different.
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It sounds like someone did poison you maybe. Did the person you killed have friends?
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[ He gets a good laugh out of that which is a nice breather. ]
... Poisoning would be the easiest answer, wouldn't it. I think... It might be the nicer answer.
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Was your food plant based? <
small>[He's thoughtfuk again.]
What happened to you that is worse than poison?
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[ ... ]
Seeing things? Thinking you're eating something, but it's something else.
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I see.
[He doesn't know it yet in this moment, but all of this becomes deeply concerning later with Hans notes.]
So you were the Combat Officer previously, you murdered someone who may have been a danger to the ship, Rhys was there, and then the two of you were put in the brig. You may have been drugged, or poisoned. Or both.
[A pause.]
I know you're... the way you are, but... how are you doing?
[Just some humanitarian for a moment.]
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Sounds right.
[ For the most part, Gavin thinks this is close enough with what he remembers. ]
... Haha, I feel fine now, but I can't tell you what I felt like before. It was—like I was lost. [ Gives him a smile. ] Thanks for asking, Viktor. Hope you're doing better than me.
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He frowns some. DON'T SMILE AT HIM, STOP THAT.]
I mean...
[GESTURES AT THE CANTEEN. A bit of a shrug.]
...It's alright. We're going... to figure things out. And see if we can fix what's going on.
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[ WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO? NOT SMILE? HE WILL KEEP SMILING. His smile becomes awkward when he takes a look at their canteen. ]
Hey. This place has character. [ Yeah! ] ... I hope you can figure this all out. If you find anyone who survived—
[ But then he's like. What can you do? You're also dead. ]
... Tell them it was fun sailing.
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[Can't fool him, world's biggest pessimist. Who is now trying desperately to be optimistic in a terrible situation!!!
He pauses is sad surprise at the request. NOOOOOO. His smile is weak with sympathy for Gavin.]
I will. Rhys especially...?
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[ Pretends to poke him a couple of times without touching him.
At the mention of that name, his smile falters... Weighing into sorrow, guilt. Regret. You know gay pining hours, it's that look. ]
I'm sure he wouldn't want to hear from me after all the trouble I've caused him. [ ... ] If you see him, you can let him forget about me.
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Yeah, that's what he thought. It's almost like he knows this look, weird.]
Not a very good way to greet the "apple of your eye," you know. We'll see what he has to say.
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I can't stop you... [ He keeps his eyes closed. ] Feelin' kind of sleepy, so I might tap out for a little.
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Get some rest. Thank you... for your help. We'll see you another time maybe, Gavin.