WEEK 7

[petoskeymods]

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.

11 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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Monday Morning Message from the Zombies

[petoskeymods]

[Hey guys! Going to the chapel might be a good idea, because all of the zombies have gathered in there.]

[le_mat]

[Yeah, after what happened after the trial Ren goes right here, looking tense.

...he does clean out the food offerings from Sunday if they are still here. No reason to make someone else clean up.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[but he doesn't have to clean up alone, because guess who else is here, looking sleepy because he actually got up early for this? yep]

Mornin', Ren.

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru's here for sure, both because he needs to hear what the zombies have to say and also because he needs to meet with one in particular.]

[finalguard]

[ After they shared their message and after Lillith finished her song (which Boa was nodding along to pleasantly, of course), Boa comes to find Mitsuru in the group. ]

Good morning.

[linearcrash]

[ He's here, looking extra sleepy. He didn't even fix his hair or anything in the morning. Yawning as he climbs up a pew and sits on back of it. ]

So any ideas what's this about?

[soylentprotag]

[He's here, looking both determined and a little apprehensive considering this might be their biggest crop of new coral friends yet.]

[diesifkilled]

[He's getting a friendly wave from one of the newest zombies.]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie curiously peeks into the chapel before moving in to sit at one of the pews in the back. There are a couple of zombies he'd talk to, but they still creep him out.]

Part 1:

[seekingsunrise]

[It's another Monday and, as usual, the zombies are all gathered in the chapel to welcome the new inductees. Which means many of the others are here as well. The living coming to see the damages of their weekend, confirm for themselves that they're all still here in some capacity. Lillith sings, as always, and it's beautiful, the harmonies of the others carrying in the acoustics in the chapel. As the song ends, before anyone has a chance to wander away, while as many of the campers, both living and dead, are here as possible Talcott abruptly stands, clearing his throat loudly to garner as much attention as he can.]

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)

[petoskeymods]

...this world but eventually they started accessing other worlds. [Clarke takes over and continues from where Talcott left off to further elaborate on that] The organization wasn’t always using the souls of people from different worlds to feed Sol but once they were brought in they acquired new powers for some reason.

And now for some music!

[kitchen_witch]

[Once she finishes speaking, she starts to sing, an Irish melody, somber but determined]

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

[trashmouthtozier]

..... Lilith .....

[he knows that song. some of the old lobstermen sing it when they're drunk, staggering home. he'd hear it outside his window at night, off tune, none of them keeping the same rhythm. it scared the hell out of him until his father explained that it was just drunk men, not ghosts.

hearing it this way, so sweet and clear, by someone who's still alive, but their soul's a prisoner ...

he cries, sitting down next to her and putting an arm around her shoulders]

You'll get home. We'll figure it out, we will ...

[soylentprotag]

[He... doesn't understand half the lyrics, the places and the people and the references spoken of -- but it's a good song nevertheless, Lillith's always are. What he does understand: it's a good solid marching tune, a call to arms and a song for both the living and the dead. Somehow nostalgic, despite being so foreign to him in every way.

Lenka settles down by her, closes his eyes and just listens quietly for a while, letting it wash over him. One day, they'll be able to hear the real Lillith sing, and he wonders what song she would pick. Perhaps still something like this.]

Thank you, Lillith. For fighting with us all this time. We won't give up.

[A rebel I came - I'm still the same. Of course she is. All their ghosts walk right next to them, waiting to be found again.]

Post-cutscene

[yunolikebugs]

[If anyone needs "Gonta" for the rest of the day, he'll be here, contently humming along to whatever Lillith is singing.

He seems very well behaved for a zombie.]

[itsagazebo]

Uh... hey, Gonta.

[Eddie hesitates a little before moving to sit by him]

How're you feeling?

Post-Zombo Message

[lovebun]

[ Usagi is also here, humming. Her "necklace" has grown, covering more of her skin. Hm! But yeah, she's here, and smiling like a good camper. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

Usagi? I'm still doing like you said. I hope it's helping.

[here, have a hug. he wants to say "we miss you", but he knows it won't really translate to zombie language, so:]

It's good to see you today.

[diesifkilled]

[Though he didn't speak up with the other zombies, Shirou is here. As you'd expect from coralfam, he's smiling serenely and seems unaware of the stone growths protruding slightly from the many holes Archer's swords left throughout his body.]

after your zombie sponsored messages

[particlebarrier]

[Lance is found seated at his preferred pew in the back row yet again, nodding along to Lilith's singing though it seems like his neck is a little stiff today.]

suddenly it's Tuesday

[soylentprotag]

[And here's Wonderwall Lenka. He's already looking kind of tired out this Tuesday, but that may just have been the lack of any food since yesterday. Turns out: being an active teenager toting a really big goddamn gunblade and living on water isn't the best of times. Who knew?

Apart from the inevitable physical effects, though, he seems to be successfully ignoring it. It's a life he's more or less used to.]

... Knock knock, Lance.

[It's a greeting now.]

[love_seriously]

[ One of the dead that didn't participate in the message is seated in the front pew as close to the altar as she can get, her head bowed over folded hands like a good girl deep in prayer. There's familiar patterned stone filling a number of gouges across her face, but they don't seem to inhibit her serene smile at all. Floe even sings quietly along with Lillith; not wanting to detract from the girl's lovely voice but unable to contain herself. ]

[linearcrash]

[ Hi Adventure Sis. Nine is finally going to move from his perch to sit next to her. Putting an arm across her shoulders to give her a side hug, but he'll let her finish singing. ]

[finalguard]

[ Boa lingers in the chapel for a good while after everything is over, in case anyone missed staring into his stone eye. ]

[romancekiller]

[after the message has been passed on, clarke can be still be found at the chapel hanging around same as usual like the others humming along to lillith's song]