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WEEK 7
A new counselor, and a brutal execution. Camp just continues to surprise, doesn't it?
The rain is back, though this time it is in sprinkles and light showers. It helps bring the temperature down, but in the breaks between those mists the humidity is brutal.
The WiiU is still here, but for some reason none of the games will play. Instead all you can do is watch the faceless Mii on the Mii menu while the remaining Miis (minus Floe, Gonta, and Shirou) cower off to the sides.
Eleven of you are left. You have made it past the 'keep ten alive to the start of week 7' warning that Red gave, but what will happen now? Is this it? Is this who will survive? Or will more death happen? And what's going to happen to the dead?
A lot of questions still need answering.
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COUNSELORS
RED
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stampede theme from lion king plays
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THURSDAY - now in the correct place
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actually let's make this thursday for Reasons
Monday Morning Message from the Zombies
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...he does clean out the food offerings from Sunday if they are still here. No reason to make someone else clean up.]
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So any ideas what's this about?
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Part 1:
The Dark Road Organization discovered Sol in 1955 because of disappearances they had their people investigating through connections with local authorities. He agreed to eat only those they provided and they began feeding him kids because they're easier to absorb. The kids were originally from th- this...
[He frowns, grimaces really, but his hold is slipping and he sinks back down to the pew, clearly exhausted. Only to have Clarke stand in his place!]
PRETEND THIS IS CLARKE'S JOURNAL (part 2)
MORE ZOMBIE
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And now for some music!
In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried
In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow
At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O'Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet their reciever
Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three
We buried our comrades each morning
In our own slime we were lost in a time
Of endless night without dawning
Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man
To end out his whole life in slavery
Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain care for bravery
Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond
My comrades ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came - I'm still the same
On the cold winters night you will find me
HODAMN
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Re: HODAMN
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Post-cutscene
He seems very well behaved for a zombie.]
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Post-Zombo Message
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after your zombie sponsored messages
suddenly it's Tuesday
it was always tuesday
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MONDAY MOTIVE: LIKE ASH IN YOUR MOUTH
It feels almost comforting somehow, this week - the anger and tiredness is gone from the voice as they speak, the feeling of a hand rubbing comfortingly on your back.]
It's been a very long time, hasn't it? It's almost over now, I promise.
[You swear you can feel a gentle, tired smile, even though there's nothing in front of you.]
I still have to give you something, but it won't be as bad this week. I thought about this a lot, and this should work.
[Your mouth suddenly feels...strange. As if your taste buds have changed, all of the sudden - but the feeling fades.]
You just have a bad taste in your mouth for this week, when you eat anything. See? It's not too bad, right? They're alright with a week off, so...It'll all be okay.
But if you do want to taste normally, then you know what to do.
[The voice seems...a little worried at that.]
I hope you won't.
[And then, just like that...the voice is gone.
And while this seems like a particularly gentle motive, well...
When you go to eat today, after that?
You don't manage to eat a single bite due to the awful, terrible taste, everything both tasting and feeling awful in your mouth, almost to the point of vomiting if you take more than a bite or two.
A rock child isn't the greatest on tailoring human tastebuds. Who would've thought?]
((OOC: As it says, eating is incredibly unpleasant, as everything tastes absolutely awful in both flavor and mouthfeel, and characters will get physically sick if they try to force food down their mouths.))
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Cabin 3 party?
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Tuesday
Laptop
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MONDAY MEETING please help us
When he speaks up, his voice is tight, but even.]
... We learned a lot from the dead this morning. [he'll nod quietly to the coralfam, even if they might not entirely understand what he's talking about on the face now; it's fine] You worked hard to help us. Thank you.
Now we know what the final protocol is.
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... Before this last weekend, I talked to Red about what we can do -- us, the living. Since we all know she might not tell the truth... We'll have to decide how much to trust this information. But we should consider it, because the final protocol isn't the only protocol. There are alternatives.
[Considering this calmly is especially going to be a problem now, but he wants them to go into it full disclosure.]
What she told me was that if we find a way to live through this, there's a way we can negotiate with the organization... the Dark Road Organization, if we want. There are those of us who have been changed too much or who have made certain choices that the organization doesn't like. She wouldn't tell me who, aside from myself, but you might be able to learn, if you talk to her.
We know that the organization has the means to give new bodies to the souls of those Sol is holding. Red wanted to use this group as leverage to make them cooperate.
[Which is asking a lot, honestly, especially right now -- trusting the organization and Red in any capacity -- and he kind of hates it. But he's going to put it out there.]
--Even if you can't trust Red at this point, we have to think about Archer, and why he's here. He's here to change the camp's protocol. He might have the power to do that. I don't know if this includes the final protocol, but what keeps Sol here is what they call the containment protocol. If we can get Archer's cooperation, we might be able to do something about it. [...] If we can show him the dead are still here, we might be able to change his mind.
That's all I have for now. Talk to Red. Talk to Archer. Find out what we can from them, and what we can do with or without them.
[He also has a sheaf of notes for reference that I am probably going to need to edit later but you know what.]
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Table Talk
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Monday, post-meeting
Awright! Dere's a lot of people here who really need to learn self-defense, so I think de important thing is dat we start takin' learnin' it seriously. If anybody needs to learn hand-to-hand, or basic combat skills, or guns, I'm willin' to teach you!
I think we all had enough of feelin' useless.
hello, YOU :)
[he gives Cielo a little smile]
Can we practice? I ... don't have anyone to fight with, like Ichigo and Lenka, or Marisa and Mits.
hey, YOU :V
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The Kisspocalypse is nigh aka Tuesday Evening
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Tuesday night for Ren and Nine~
He's a little hesitant and unsure. He's not entirely sure why he feels like this but he does. So he takes Nine's hand and steers them from idle wandering to actively tracking down Ren. The first place Tal looks is the pavilion which makes so much sense it hurts. They had their first talk here, they should have this one there too.]
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Until he notices the limp, and frowns deeply]
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Tuesday
Hey! I'm making stuff for the chapel, to cheer up Sol. Want to help? I need more ideas, too...
[his Walkman's blasting like he had it last week. this week's offering is the soundtrack to Star Wars: A New Hope, because he needs music that sounds badass ... he has A Mission Assignment and he is going to do it, damn it. fair warning: there WILL be a dance break for the Cantina Band.]
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Also it's a distraction from the fact that he hasn't eaten for a day.]
...Sol wanted to see the outside world, right?
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Tuesday Training
Once they arrive at the beach, Nine starts going through warm-up stretches before dropping into push-up position. ]
Come on, let's see who can do the most, yo!
[ Later on, after they finish it, Nine is grinning wide as he waves Lenka over. Time to step up their dumb training! ]
Want to keep weapons out of it?
[ Did someone order a side of wrestling with their wet t-shirt contest? ]
yoshhhh
Lenka brushes a little hair out of his eyes and looks down at himself and then at Nine with his ridiculous grin. Gives a quick shrug since he'd unslung his God Arc from his back already when they got down to business the first time, and raises both brows at him.]
... I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea. For training. [his hand-to-hand combat skills could still use work, as Alisa once handily demonstrated] We should move a little farther from the beach, though.
[Else they'll also be tracking half the beach into arts and crafts time with Richie...]
let's get down to business to defeat the puns
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TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY
[Wherever the Stan pile is, Mitsuru's back to digging through it, occasionally moving things out of the way with telekinesis. He seems pretty determined, despite more or less pulling out all of his own items from before...
Care to help him hunt? Who knows, maybe you'll find something useful for yourself in here, too.]
[2 - Rec Room - Wednesday]
[Today, Mitsuru can be found in the Rec Room, legs up over the arm of the couch and body laid out on the rest. He'd found a nice little analog wristwatch with a simple black strap in the pile, which he seems to be making use of by holding over one of his ears while Aya's cries resound from beside him.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. A pained scream every three seconds. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty. The sounds are dying out, but his face is still scrunched up, a soft gasp that's nearly a sob escaping him. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The sound stops. Mitsuru opens his eyes.
--And then immediately gives a short yelp of terror and rolls off of the couch, hitting the ground hard in a heap. Ow.]
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Whatcha lookin' for?
[ Personally, she's looking to see if anyone has books in the pile, but she'll make off with anything interesting tbh. ]
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right this is 1 I should add that shouldn't I
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Wednesday
He's hungry. And cranky. And generally annoyed at the motive this week.
But sometimes the best ideas come from desperation. He talks to anyone curious enough to come by to see what he's doing.]
Okay... so taste buds are on the tongue, right? And everything we taste tastes bad, right? So maybe they fucked with our tastebuds somehow. [He holds up a hand to stop any response] But! What if we fucked with our tastebuds again? When you burn your tongue everything tastes fucked up, right? Like... you can't taste much. If we burn our tongues by drinking something hot, maybe we'll be able to eat!
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Good in theory, but contrary to rumor Ren does, in fact, have a gag reflex and all he ends up doing is coughing and hacking, having to chug water after]
Fuckin'- ugh.
[He was listening to Eddie though]
I mean, in theory. But don't fuck up your mouth for life...
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When she sees someone approaching, she turns: ]
Hey, how do you like dandelions? [ to eat. ]
s'up need someone to play fetch
Huh? Dandelions? Why?
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Here, have a zombie!
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Wed- Thursday
But beyond that, the table is covered with what looks like a tool kit- again something of Ren's from home, with lots of small parts, powders and tiny pliers and knives. He might be taking apart one of the smoke bombs from the 4th, or, oddly enough, fiddling with a pair of thick black glasses (if he sees Richie he will quickly flag him over, by the way) but either way, he's very busy. Looks like his busted fingers are finally back to 100%... just, you know, rock.
But on Thursday his day starts off... bad. He heads to the chapel to visit Sol and the dead but... the moment he walks through the door he freezes, eyes wide and shocked. There's nothing there to cause this reaction, but anyone trying to get his attention is ignored... instead, he seems to be focusing on a place by one of the pews...
... and suddenly screams, reeling back and holding his face as if attacked. He slams into the far wall from the force of his own backpedaling and slides down it, still holding his head. But odd, if anyone comes to help he seems... unharmed? Just in the throes of some kind of intense panic attack. Watch out, he might take a swing]
thursday. go ahead and swing away
And then he sees Ren on the ground freaking out with his hands over his face. Shit. Nine rushes over, his mind circling with the worst case scenario as he kneels down by him. ]
Hey, what's wrong?! Let me see!
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Thursday
[Eddie's hungry... so hungry. But he's trying to keep himself occupied, so he's biking laps around camp. He'll stop here and there to say hi to people but generally he's just mindlessly biking around.
That is, until he sees something that DEFINITELY SHOULD NOT FUCKING BE THERE! He screams, putting on the brakes. The bike skids in the dirt and fishtails, dumping him on his ass. He scrambles backwards, pushing himself to his feet as the vision rasps and stomps towards him. Gasping in terror, he bolts in the other direction. He's not seeing camp anymore, so someone might want to grab him before he runs into something or someone.]
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[A little later he can be found sitting on the beach, staring out at the water as it licks his bare toes. He seems lost in thought, clearly this would be a great time to bother him.]
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Whoa! Hey, what's going on?
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B is for Beach
Who are you calling a beach?
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