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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?

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Ren will find a small case on his trunk. Inside is enough medicine to get him through the week and a note from Red that says "Remember: one dose in the morning, one at night."

On the doors to cabin 4, there is a note that says "Those who have not been pranked or punished are welcome to use this cabin this week." The zombies will not enter cabin 4 this week but the living are free to use it for anything they like.

Red and Archer's doors are locked.

[In the chapel, Lillith doesn't sit, but instead she's standing, facing the door as she first harmonizes the tones almost liturgical before she starts to sing]

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning -
I'll be homeward bound in time

Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return to you somehow

If you find it's me you're missing
If you're hoping I'll return,
To your thoughts I'll soon be listening,
And in the road I'll stop and turn
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end
And the path I'll be retracing
When I'm homeward bound again

Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return to you somehow

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning,
I'll be homeward bound in time.

Edited 2018-07-23 16:11 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[Of course Shirou's here, humming along peacefully.

The spikes coming out of him have grown in size and number, to the point where it's easy to tell what they actually are - tips of sword blades, made from petoskey instead of steel. They're not just growing out of his wounds anymore, either. There are two curved rows along his abdomen like his ribs are poking out through the skin, and numerous other spots where apparently his bones are turning into blades and coming out through the skin.

Of course, the zombie remains blissfully unaware of all this, even though his shirt is kind of in shreds. Huh.]

[ 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. ]

[Lance is in the chapel today, cheerful as ever. His neck problem from last week seems to have gotten worse? As he nods his nod along to Lilith's singing, there are some deeply unpleasant grinding noises to go along with the movements.

Later, Lance can be found in the bathroom going through his usual skin care routine. He stands over the sink, diligently washing his face mask off, but... it looks like it's not just the face mask coming off with the water. Patches of skin are peeling off like strips of old wallpaper, leaving visible spots of petoskey stone on his face and neck.]

It's... Shirou, isn't it? [Chuuta asks. Things are getting easier, people's faces are coming into focus more, he can hear most of what's being said to him. But he's still not completely sure.]

[That's Shirou! Look at him! Drew hasn't seen that before!]

Um, Shirou-san? Are you okay? [Chuuta tries not to talk to the zombies much, but this is weird.]

[Talcott's day to day routine doesn't change this week. Unfortunately as their bodies continue to stonify that means he's at the sink Monday morning, trying his hardest to shave the bits of rock from his face with a blade that is, by this point, so chipped and ragged it's hardly useful.

Thankfully they're too much stone to be able to bleed so it's not that messy when bits of skin start coming off more than the stone hairs. Little wet flakes that are more slime than skin because of the water and lather, a couple larger pieces full of holes from the stone hairs, floating in frothy water like swiss cheese.

At least he'll wipe the sink out when he's done?]

Hi, Chuuta!

[He smiles, bright but slightly puzzled.]

Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?

You're... [Wait. Is he..?]

Drew, do you see anything weird?

[He's got swords coming out of him!]

Yeah, Shirou-san, you're covered in swords.

Huh? What are you talking about? You know dangerous stuff like weapons aren't allowed in camp.

[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.]

So what's this? [just. touching one of those rock swords now.]

[ Oh hey, it's time to follow Tal around for his morning routine. He leans against the counter to wait for him to be finished. ]

[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.]

[It sure feels pointy and rocky.]

Chuuta, you're being really weird. Are you trying to say I'm made of swords or something?

[He laughs. What a silly idea!]

[Yeah, see, Tal's a considerate zombo. Lance, on the other hand, just does not see why there's a need to clean up the sink he was using because there is obviously nothing wrong going on and there are no sheets of dead skin clogging it up. ~~Enjoy that mess, living folk~~.]

Good morning, Tal~

[Just another ordinary day.]

[ And then he sees it's skin he's removing along with the stone. His stomach gives a lurch as he finds himself looking between the sink and Tal's face, which is looking more and more stone now. ]

Mornin' Lance.

[Shouldn't the Cuban boy have to shave? Why is he the only one. This is so unfair. but yeah Tal's used to wiping hair (and stone) out of the sink so at least there's not going to be skin left behind in his sink.]

Finally got some nice weather after all that rain.

[ And then he moves forward to put a hand on Tal's arm to try to stop him from taking any more off. ]

Hey...

[ He feels sick and starting to feel scared. He knows they can probably get them all replacement bodies, but now it's finally settling in that it won't be their bodies. That there's no actual way of fixing this Tal. ]

Uh... yes? I mean, you have sword magic, so it might not be... working right.

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