camppetoskey | Week 8

WEEK 8

The weekend passes in a blue, and suddenly it is Monday again. Monday of week 8, the final week of camp. The last week to try and change your fate.

It's sunny and pleasant, with daytime temperatures lingering around 70 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping off into the 50s in the evening. It's pretty much the perfect weather for Michigan, and it's only a shame that it took this long to get to it.

The WiiU continues to be broken, though the creepy Mii is gone now. All of the Miis are, actually. All that can be seen is a variety of Pure Michigan ads, interestingly enough. A bit calmer than last week's visuals, but probably annoying since no games can be played.

There is one other notable change about camp: the counselors are nowhere to be found. There is plenty of food and some note left on how to run things, but otherwise the campers have been left to their own devices apparently.

On the main door to the lodge is a note that says "We will be back as soon as possible." written in Red's handwriting. What could this mean?

7 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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[ Boa seems in a good mood this morning, he's actually humming along with Lillith today. ]

[Mitsuru doesn't carry his staff with him when he walks into the chapel today. He's tired and it shows in his face, his movements. Still, enough stubbornness lives to keep him going (or maybe it's just the routine?) enough to locate Boa and take a seat next to him, waiting to see what this week brings.]

[ Boa's face lights up further upon seeing Mitsuru. ]

Good mornin--

[ He sounds very cheerful, but tragically he doesn't even get to finish the greeting. Someone on the other end is too impatient to let his poor body get a word in. The zombie's expression goes blank for a second. ]

[ And then here is the more serious face of real Boa - what's left of his face anyway, given the stone is spreading from his eye over almost half of it now. ]

If Red tries to control you for Final Protocol, Sol will try to counteract it from within your brain.

[ He says this very fast, clearly in a hurry to get this out. He's been waiting to give this relieving message since last Wednesday and it's been unbearable to watch Mitsuru without being able to tell him.

Then there is a small break and Boa's expression softens. There's still something else left to say. His hand is stony and cold, but he still reaches to place it on Mitsuru's arm gingerly. ]

And my zombie may be annoying and stupid, but he's not wrong about my feelings.

[ My feelings for you is what he means but finds himself too weirdly shy to say. ]

[The range of emotions at those first words - shock, surprise, a gentle crumble of that cold exterior to something so much more vulnerable - it all flickers over his face so quickly. Because the loss of his own will is terrifying, because the thought that he may just be turned into little more than a puppet, more than he already had been, has been shredding at his soul, one painful slice at a time.

More than once had he considered the benefits to his own elimination, weighing the burden of his life against all else they know they must fight and coming to the cold conclusion that his had become far too much, much more than anyone should bear.]

[And then he leans forward, heads touching, hand grasping at Boa's tightly. When he speaks, his voice shakes, and he makes no effort to stop it.]

You've really... done so much for me.

[No help is deserved, to his mind. Some may extend a hand if the whim strikes, but so rarely are those who go out of their way to do so much, in his experience.
And just how had he been planning to repay that...?]

I don't-- think my wish is possible, anymore. [Too many signs pointing to disaster, and they both know what happens upon failure.] But here, at least-

I'll get you back.

[Maybe he couldn't save his sister, his mother, his father. Maybe that dream of having a family once again was just that - a dream.

But here, if nothing else, maybe he can at least return Boa to the life he so deserved to live.]

[ There is so much that Boa wants to say and ask now. All this time they've been here, Mitsuru has been made of his Journey towards that one wish that he never explicitly shared with Boa but also never had to. For him to let go of it now is... It's upsetting, but those feelings of concern are quickly pushed aside by the conclusion Mitsuru reaches.
The shock on his face quickly melts into a grateful smile.

Last week's kiss had meant a lot, but this... this means more. This isn't a gesture, this isn't feelings that won't mean anything in the long run... This is real. And yet, Boa knows he's out of time. None of the things he wants to convey can be put into words now, the worlds are already dragging them apart again.

So all he can do is tighten his grip on Mitsuru as if holding onto him could prevent his soul from leaving this realm again.

And then he lets go. ]

Huh...? Sorry, I spaced out a little.

[ The zombie is back in charge. ]

Edited 2018-07-23 17:36 (UTC)

[It's a sad thing, when Boa's grip leaves him in the same moment someone he loves so much leaves this world, but a gift remains in wake of his passing:

A reason to live. A reason to fight.

So, though he knows it isn't the real Boa anymore, he trusts that his words will still get through, steady once more, a hint of amazed laughter.]

At this rate I'll never stop thanking you.

[Whatever it is he's doing in that other place, Mitsuru is sure it's amazing.]

...I suppose I should go.

[They've had their words, and trying to remain around the zombie so soon after the fact is still difficult.]

[ One moment they're so close his little undead heart is beating faster, the next Mitsuru is already on the run again - at this point Zomboa truly can't say he's surprised anymore. ]

... talk about mixed messages.

[ But he just smiles a tired little smile and makes no move to stop Mitsuru from getting up. ]

[Don't worry Zomboa one day the real one will be here and you can be permanently ditched without any more wishy washy business.

But yes, off he goes, bye.]

[All of the dead are much, much more cheerful than you'd ever expect -- because they're off living in their own strange little camp world that none of them can really see or understand, and maybe that's what it means to rest in peace, or would be if they hadn't learn enough about the dead by now to know better.

It's all a facade, just like the entire fact of the summer camp here. But it's not like the living can throw stones; many of them, thanks to the hallucinations, are also stuck at least halfway in their own worlds by now.

Maybe one day they'll be just as cheerful? Today, Lenka just lets the singing and humming wash over him with the same expression as always.]

Did something good happen?

[In zombieland, that is.]

Hey Lenka!

[ Boa gives him a smiling nod in greeting. ]

The weather's turned out lovely for our final week. And as much as I will miss camp, Lillith's song made me excited for going home at the end, too.

Ah, that's true. It's less hot, because the... season is changing?

[Why is that a question--

Maybe he should be watching those Pure Michigan ads for greater exposure to the great outdoors around here, but between all the heat and the minor matter of murders and the fact that they're prisoners (and he occasionally just forgets about the Wii) -- it's been a little harder to appreciate it. He doesn't even know how much he'd miss it apart from the people, if he were to leave. It's a big if, at this point.]

... We'll do our best to get you home.

[He would be satisfied, he thinks, with everyone being alive; but of course they can't be satisfied with just bringing people back to a world like this, can they?]

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