[voice] now you're just some zombie that I used to know

[thetruehistorian]

The dead seem to be rather lively as of late, but I wonder how the living are faring? I certainly hope you haven't run into someone you used to know. It'd be unfortunate to finally be reunited with someone you lost long ago, only to have to brutally murder them with your own hands.

Is anyone planning on attending the Great Race this year? It's quite a spectacle. If last year is any indication, you'll even get a chance to pay Davy Jones your respects in person, maybe prepare a thank you gift for his generosity in allowing us so many visitors as of late.

[Robin giggles at this, the horrors of the night seeming far away in full daylight.]

Let's make up a wishlist, perhaps if we all work together we can manage to send a message. If you could give any gift to our undead benefactor, what would it be? I think a knife through his blackened, beating heart would adequately show my gratitude. What do you think?

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[thetruehistorian]

What do you think happens to the slave master when his whip is taken from him and he's left alone amidst those he's trodden on for so many years?

[myfayevalentine]

Hmph. That's the least the bastard deserves.

[thetruehistorian]

Precisely.

[Faye can probably hear the bright grin through her voice.]

How would you do it, if you could? Take his proverbial whip, I mean?

[myfayevalentine]

I would have to spend a suitable amount of time creating a whole programme of events designed to utterly terrify him and cause him the greatest pain.

[thetruehistorian]

The sun is shining and the zombies are gone, for now. How much time do you need?

[myfayevalentine]

However long it takes to find the bastard. That's all. I'm ready to fight. And to win.

[thetruehistorian]

Not one for flights of fancy, are you? [Robin sounds amused.] Alright, let's be realistic, then. How do you propose to fight someone even death couldn't conquer?

[myfayevalentine]

*Exasperated sigh*

If I knew how to do it I'd be doing it already...

I just know I want him gone.

[thetruehistorian]

Well that's a pretty little dead end, isn't it? [Robin sighs.] I wonder if the zombies are a test.

[myfayevalentine]

If it was then it was a shit one. And cowardly too.

[thetruehistorian]

No, it may be relevant. If we can't even find a way to rid ourselves of these dead, how can we ever hope to defeat Jones? [Robin's quiet a moment.] Could you do me a favor, Faye?

[myfayevalentine]

Then I'll be useless. Unless I can put them all in a corner and blow em up with the cannons...

...what is it?

*She can't help but be a bit suspicious of favours...*

[thetruehistorian]

Think of a way to mark the ones that come aboard your ship. We need to determine if it's the same ones coming back, over and over, or if each zombie is unique.

[myfayevalentine]

So you want me to start shooting them with a paintball gun? Or do you need something a little more permanent?