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iZombie 5x10 "Night in the Zombie City" Review

With just three episodes of iZombie left, we are inching closer and closer to the truth about the cure, and characters are going to more drastic measures as time ticks on. 

For this week’s murder, a young sex worker and private eye detective are killed back to back. Liv eats the detective’s brain, bathing the episode in noir. Sad saxophones, light bars across the eyes, and long trench coats. A thunderstorm plays in the background for the whole episode, making every scene feel like a dark and stormy night. The power goes out in the station, giving it a 50’s black and white movie vibe. Bunny, the sex worker, was one of Candy’s girls, so the investigation naturally winds up at Don E Be Good’s. All signs point to the waitress, Jane, who ends up returning to the scene of the crime. Blaine confronts her near the bar, and right before Jane is about to shoot him, Crybaby comes in and knocks her out cold. Blaine eats her brain in hopes of finding out more, and he has a vision. The private eye detective had managed to secure a cure for Bunny, and Jane caught wind of it. Trying to steal the cure for herself, she killed both of them. Of course, getting another cure would be in Blaine’s best interest, and so he eats Jane’s brain in hopes to figure out where she stashed the cure. 

Blaine and Liv cross paths at the private eye’s office while working on the case, but tensions finally boil over between the two when they are looking for the cure in the kitchen of Don E Be Good’s. Peyton gets Liv to come out drinking, and Peyton drowns her sorrows and delivers wobbly karaoke. The fun comes to an abrupt end when someone tells Peyton that she was a bad mayor. She tells him exactly what she thinks about that by sockin him right in the mouth. A huge bar fight breaks out. “Seriously? On karaoke night?” Don E moans. If only he knew the knockout, drag-out Liv and Blaine were having in the back. This is certainly not the first time that these two have come to fisticuffs, but this time it gets ugly. Crybaby intervenes again, with more intentions to kill. Right before he brings the bat down on Liv’s head, Clive comes to the rescue. Blaine throws Crybaby under the bus for Jane’s murder, which is what Blaine does, and Crybaby truly should not be shocked about it.

 Peyton is also arrested. Poor girl is clearly having a hard time dealing with not being mayor anymore. Now that she’s off the hook for all of Seattle’s problems, what else does she have to do? “Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a paleontologist?” she tells Liv. “Seems hard to get fired from that job.” I hope in the next three episodes, Peyton can get her groove back, rather than taking up an extended stay in Margaritaville and getting arrested for bar fights. 

Another character who has been under a lot of stress lately, as well as a new relationship, is Don E. In a bought of frustration, he calls the murders a “hassle” for business, which rubs Darcy the wrong way. Confused about what he said, Liv soothes him while sipping on hard liquor. “Dames got you dizzy, Don E. It’s what dames do.” He has a sweet moment with Candy, where she encourages him to get Darcy back, and it seems a little bit like a final goodbye. Candy has been an unsung hero of this series. She has never had a full plot on her own, unfortunately always at the mercy of the unethical men in her life. We aren’t often in tune with her thoughts and feelings, but she has been with us since the beginning. So when we see her steal the cure for herself and get on the back of a sexy motorcycle, I cheered out loud. Cue the Lucille Bluth “Good for her!” gif! Although it sets our heroes back, yet again ending an episode cure-less, I can’t help but feel like out of all the people to get one of the rare original cures, Candy deserves it the most. Be free, Candy! 

Darcy agrees to speak to Don E, and she tells him that she was angry at his reaction to Bunny because his chief concern was finding a replacement for her. Darcy doesn’t have much time left, so she was worried that would be Don E’s reaction to her death as well. Don E has matured the most out of any character on this show, and so when he tells Darcy that he’s hardened by all the death in his life, but still loves her, it feels like a hard won, vulnerable moment from him. He asks Darcy to marry him, which was the perfect mix of corny and sweet. At first I was sure that we would see Darcy die by the end of the season, but I’m beginning to wonder if the show has a future for these two after all. If there’s any zombies standing after Liv and Martin’s showdown, that is. 

Ravi wastes no time telling Liv the truth about her father, that he also, in fact, is Father of all Zombie-kind. In turn, she wastes no time confronting him about it. Not only is she angry that he withheld something so major, it also means he holds the key to the cure. He created the recipe for utopium that could be the solution to all their problems. He quickly tells her that he was high all the time in those days, so there’s no way he remembers the recipe. The audience knows this isn’t true, and it’s only a matter of time before Liv and the group find out. But not before Ravi lapses judgement a little and tells Martin he was testing rats with Max Rager, the energy drink that gives extreme psychological effects. When it’s paired with utopium, it turns people into zombies. Ravi explains that it stimulants the frontal cortex. Martin seems incredibly interested at this piece of information, and we found out later that Max Rager is the last piece of the puzzle that he needs to control his army. 

At Fillmore Graves, Major is begging for a distraction from the negotiations with the government. His second gives him a note that the keycard system needs to be replaced. While she mentions that it’s “just boring stuff,” it turns disturbing fast. Major catches a janitor with a huge carton of Max Rager with two keycards. When Major tells him that he wants to ask him some questions, the janitor runs into a shower hook, impaling his brain rather than talk. When Ravi hears what the janitor was trying to steal, he brings up to Liv the conversation he had with Martin. Liv proposes sneaking into Martin’s house while he’s in an AA meeting, and boy do they hit the motherlode. Not only do they find the exact recipe from the night of the yacht party that created the first zombie outbreak, but they find the army too. Ravi pulls aside the curtain, hoping for an escape route, and finds a pack of Romeros staring back at him behind a cage. 

Meanwhile, two of the weakest plots of the show finally meet each other and seem to resolve. As a little recap, Hi Zombie is the webseries that Peyton got fired for funding. The premise is two families move in next door to each other — one human, one zombie — and they root out all the stereotypes they have against each other. Every clip or scene we’ve seen of this show has been didactic and a little forced, but surely it was a plot device to build some kind of crucial bridge. The threat of nuclear warfare has been looming over New Seattle for quite some time now, and I mean a long time now. I understand this is a big decision, but it’s been stretched to the point of taking the wind out of the story’s sails a bit. I never actually believed that New Seattle would get nuked, and now we know it’s probably not going to. Why? All because of Hi Zombie! The chairman walks in on her grandson watching the show, and leans over to watch it with him for a while. Over the course of the evening, she has a change of heart about the zombie community. When it comes down to a vote on whether or not to nuke the town, she breaks the tie by voting no. “They have the capacity to become monsters” she says, but she can’t base her vote on “for fear for what they might become.” All of this is certainly not good enough for General Mills, who pays a phone call to our favorite local criminal, Dolly. These two make a toxic team up, for sure, but how will they factor in to the grand finale?

Final thoughts:

Ravi does an amazing noir detective monologue that I can only assume is based off Harrison Ford’s Bladerunner voiceover 

Was it just me, or was there extra alcohol in this episode? 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead” “You’re already dead.” It seems unbelievable to me this joke hasn’t been played yet 

“We’re not talking about your book. By the book. My book.” I’m going to miss Malcolm Goodwin rolling with every brain swing. He’s exasperated by a brain nearly every week, but this one particularly got under his skin. He tells Liv she’s off the case until she eats a brain tube, but that certainly doesn’t stop her. 

“That was just a love tap!” 

I always feel frustrated when this show uses terribly dated language, like “hooker” and “junkie.” It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. 

“The classic lamp reveal.” Finally, a brain that matches Blaine for his dramatics. 

Don E’s laugh when Peyton starts singing is pure iZombie 

“We’re going to Don E Be Good’s.” “Good’s enough!” Again — so obvious but brilliant. 

Haley’s episode rating: ����🐝🐝🐝

iZombie airs Thursdays at 9/8c on the CW.

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Out of Character

Alias: Dani

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 28

Timezone: EST

Anything else? nope

Character

Name: Olivia Stephan

Birthdate and Age: 28/December 12th

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Faceclaim: Candice Accola

House Affiliation: Nantes

Profession: chef at Black Spoon

Claim: unclaimed

Children: one daughter, four years old- Josephine (‘Josie’)

Designation: submissive

Sexuality: heterosexual

What is their symbol?: a star and moon ring (here) along with a matching bracelet (here)

Kinks: gentle sex, praise, toys, hair pulling, overstimulation, lingerie, daddy kink, TPE, service play, public sex, bondage

Anti-kinks: diapering, bathroom play, permanent damage, scarification, bloodplay

Biography:

If Olivia were to be described with one word, it would be happy. Sunshine. Pure. Even as a child, she was always smiling and laughing, always bubbly. Her mother would joke that she came out of the womb happy. She was born an only child to two loving parents- Oliver, a Breton native from the house of Nantes, and Elizabeth, an American girl who had initially been studying abroad in Paris. They had a whirlwind romance when they met, and before the year was even up, Oliver was offering his collar. The two ended up moving back to the states together, Elizabeth becoming pregnant, and soon enough Olivia was born.

The little family lived in a quaint little town in Georgia, where everyone knew everyone and the days were as slow as the sun moving in the sky. Oliver took a construction job while Elizabeth opened up her own bakery, just like her grandmother used to have. And Liv was always there, helping to knead dough and decorate pastries. She fell in love with being in the kitchen, with cooking and baking, and by the time she was a teenager, she was working in the bakery as well, and when she wasn’t serving customers, she was reading recipe books, trying to put her own twist on things. And once she was old enough to start thinking seriously about colleges, she decided to follow in her mother’s footsteps and go to school abroad. She was accepted into a culinary school in France–her number one choice since she only got to visit her family in nearby Breton a once or twice every few years, and once there she thrived.

It was also in school in Paris that she met Louis. He was another student, a couple years older. He was sweet and charming and effortlessly swept Liv off her feet. Their relationship was fast and intense, and Liv wondered if this was how it was for her parents. She wondered if this would end in a collar, paralleling her parents’ journey. Instead, it went a completely other direction.

Olivia was 22 and had just finished her degree when she found out she was pregnant. It wasn’t long after she told Louis that things went downhill. Practically overnight he packed up and left, leaving behind just a note apologizing. And with no stable job and no real support system, Liv moved back to the States and started working again at her mother’s bakery. A few months later her daughter, Josephine, was born. For the next few years, Olivia and Josie stayed there, content. But she kept feeling that something was missing. That feeling nagged at her until her mother pushed her into realizing what it was: she missed her life in France. Before she left Olivia had been planning on opening her own restaurant, had just moved into her dream apartment. Things had been perfect..and she wanted that feeling back. She didn’t want to leave the safety and comfort of her parents though, but they were adamant. So with her parents’ support, Liv decided to take the chance and go back, this time deciding on going to Breton, where her father was from.

She’s since settled in Vannes, her father’s House, her House, being a whole new family there for her, supporting her as she found herself a new home for herself and Josie. It’s been a little over a year since she’s been in Breton, her daughter now four years old and she has a job as a chef at The Black Spoon, her neighbor’s teenaged daughter thankfully babysitting Josie on the nights Liv worked late. It’s a lot of work and exhausting at time, but she loves it, and she loves her life in Breton. Liv feels a fierce loyalty to the Duchess after all she and the Nantes house has done for her, and she fully believes she’d make a wonderful Queen.

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Two perculiar souls

“Kravitz had seen a lot of people react to seeing him, seeing him in his nice looking flesh, or his more professional, grimmer looking skeletal form that Taako would not stop teasing him about when it happened on accident or when he was flustered.

He had had yet to see someone start crying from happiness upon the realization that they died.”

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Parings: Taako/Kravitz, my OCs Jahal/Karanis

I did a thing and cried while writing - some gore involved in like, one paragraph

In all the time he had served as a bounty hunter for the Raven Queen, Kravitz had seen a lot of souls, a lot of families ripped apart, lovers, parents and children, friends and even enemies that sometimes were more dependant on each other than they thought - until it was too late. He had seen the living grieve and cry and shout and be as silent as the corpse in front of them, trapped in shock. He had had people come with him without much fuss, they had made peace with the inevitable and those souls were truly pleasant to reap. He had had people try to beg him for more time, he had had necromancers, he had had some people even try to flirt with him - heck, one particular elf even succeeded and wouldn’t let any opportunity go to waste if it meant that he could tell people he was dating the grim reaper.

So when he stepped through the rift between planes and saw the massacre of a traincrash before him and all the souls waiting to be collected, he didn’t spare them a glance except for the one assigned to him.

A fairly young, human man, maybe early twenties, with skin even darker than his own and even though they both had dreadlocks, the ones of the man were much thinner, had glass and wooden pearly threaded onto them and probably reached almost to his knees, unlike Kravitz’s much shorter ones that only brushed his shoulder blades when hanging free.

He was sitting next to his own corpse, still and watching. Kravitz suspected he was in shock, like a few others, which was almost to be expected after such a sudden death. Upon closer inspection though, the soul was simply calm and sad, watching the scene in front of him with worry and grieve, but silent, as a beautiful elven man with a striking amount of white hair clutched his corpse desperately. And then, as Kravitz fully manifested the skin over his bones, although muffled by the separation of planes, he heard the crying, the begging.  

 “Jahal! Jahal Ah can’t - ya can’t leave me Ah- what am Ah supposed ta do without you?! Ah can’t - ya can’t leave, Ah beg of you, don’t leave me, don’t, please, Ah’ll do anythin’, please, Please! Ye’re all Ah live fer Ah can’t - how could Ah go on wi- go on without ya, Ah can’t, please, Jahal, don’t do this ta me, don’t leave, stay wi- don’t leave me here alone, don’t, anything, anything, no, nO!” his sobbing took over and the words were too garbled to understand anymore, he seemed to slip into an entire different language then too that Kravitz’s omnipresence refused to translate.

Well, that was...odd. He would ask the Raven Queen later.

 “I can’t even say goodbye, can I?” the soul asked, mourning clear in his voice, yet he seemed calm, too calm, but not shock-calm.

 “You can’t, it would be against every rule.” the man let out a sigh, and yet did not move, didn’t even look at Kravitz, only watched on. His eyes became shiny with unshed tears, but he blinked them away quickly, not wanting to miss a single second.

 “I knew it would come to this, sooner or later.” he says, a slight tremble in his voice. But Kravitz knew this tone, knew when someone spoke like that they expected this scenario for a long time now. “I knew that I would die before him, either by time or because of something like this.” he weakly gestured to the wreckage. “I knew that and he knew that and he still stayed with me. Still allowed this inevitable torture to happen.” he takes a shaky breath, to steady himself, twists the ring on his finger. “But this is… the worst outcome. Sure, it’s quick, we were happy just a few minutes ago. But this…” he sighs and now Kravitz looks from the soul to the weeping elf. And if he still had a heartbeat it might have just stopped.

 He was a grim reaper. He dealt with necromancers. He had seen a lot. But this? This was unheard of. He watched as the elf’s left leg seemed to rebuilt itself out of nothing, centimeter by centimeter the bone grew back, followed by flesh and skin. Watched organs pull themselves back into the body. The long bleeding gash over his back closed itself up to leave only smooth skin crossed by an uncountable lighter decolorations in its wake, like the wound hadn’t even been there in the first place. He watched the mortally wounded man heal from mangled to perfectly fine, although the leg took much longer. He watched as black goop slowly oozed out of wounds and formed armor over them, instead of red blood staining the ground.

 “He’s not a necromancer, heck, he isn’t even a healer. He didn’t even do this to himself!” desperation and hurt and anger mixed together “Someone else did this to him, tortured him, and yet - and yet he choose to love me anyway, he choose this despite knowing something like this would happen.” he couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, cried alongside his loved one but didn’t dare to look away, even as his composure crumbled, his shoulders sagged “We were on our way to my sister’s wedding, we were going to dance, finally open my flower shop, we wanted to- we bought a house and he finally felt safe and secure enough to settle in one place, he could finally sleep through the night when I lied down next to him, we were going to adopt a child we- I” he caught his breath and seemed to choke on it, yet gulped down more to press on “he said I was his whole life, I was his reason to live, and I know it’s true, I finally- finally made him smile and I can’t-” he sobbed “and now I can’t even say goodbye.” he couldn’t hold it in any longer and doubled over, tears flowing through the gaps between his fingers and through the digits themslves as he covered his face with his hands.

Kravitz had seen so many deaths, so many couples ripped apart from each other, but now… now he knew what if felt like to be in love again, to devote his whole heart to one person and his chest hurt. Rules were rules. Kravitz, only hesitating for a moment, but then firmly, put a hand on one of the man’s shoulders.

“We have to go.” he said, successfully not choking on his words. The man sobbed, looked up again at his lover, and nodded. He let Kravitz gently lead him through a new rift, clutching himself in a hug. Once they were on the other side, the man took large gulps of breath, seemingly not realizing yet that he didn’t even need to breath anymore. Something like that occurred all too often.

“Can I - they always say the dead watch over the living can I- is there any chance that I can at least see him? I mean” he took more steadying breaths, tears still flowing and shoulders still trembling “I know I can’t - we won’t be able to talk or, or interact, I know that but, can I at least - watch? Over him? Just for reassurance? Is that possible?” the man just died and yet could only worry about the other. Kravitz’s finger itched for his stone of far-speech, craved for the lazy drawl in Taako’s voice. Kravitz frowned, dark eyebrows knitting together. The man became slightly desperate, clutching himself harder “At least, a peak? Sometimes? Or- or like, an update? Something like that? Anything?” Kravitz hesitated at the desperation clearly projected by the man’s whole being.

“I can…” the rules had certain...loopholes “...I can give you updates, yes. Sometimes. If your…”

“Husband.” the man supplied quickly.

“...if your husband is somehow involved.” the man bit his lower lip, suddenly calm, like a switch had been flipped over.

 “Is there… punishment here...for certain people?” Kravitz’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

 “There is indeed, yes. But you never dabbled in necromancy, did you?” this soul had been assigned to Kravitz, almost pure as snow, a pleasant surprise so to speak. The mortals couldn’t possibly have found a way to worm themselves out of the Raven Queen’s system, right? The man licked his lips.

 “Ah, no, I mean… what if you killed someone?” he hesitated “Actually, let’s say quite a number of someones?” he fidgeted, another residue of being alive, and shifted in his place, which was a questionable achievement seeing as they weren’t technically standing on any ground.

 “Well… I mean… we only really care if someone tries to escape the natural order of things or tries to bring someone back, as the Raven Queen can’t really be bothered by mortal morality standards, so…” the man seemed relieved, then stiffened up again.

 “Can we… talk in private over that ‘escaping the natural order’ thing?” Jahal asked, throwing glances at the other reapers that passed by or the occasional soul trying to listen in.

 And Kravitz listened with rapt attention as the newly deceased husband sat with him in his office and told the reaper everything, from gruesome experiments and from an elf that couldn’t die, no matter how often his heart had already stopped beating.

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 Kravitz was, to say the least, slightly unsettled by this assignment. The Raven Queen only gave him date and time, smiled that smile that meant she knew something, that smile that she took over from the goddess of fate -so, her girlfriend- that smile that meant she found this possibly amusing, but also possibly nerve-cutting for Kravitz. Sure, he completely trusted his goddess, but she had a sense of humor he didn’t always necessarily share.

When he stepped through the rift, he found himself in a nicely decorated home, although here and there, in little details that seemed to scream at him, he could see abandonment. The kind of abandonment when people had stopped caring about life - it was sad, truly. But at least for those people he could be a sort of - relieve. When people started to view their lives not worth to life, it became torture, every intake of breath a grim reminder of being imprisoned in a cage of flesh and bones and a heartbeat.

Kravitz had seen a lot of people react to seeing him, seeing him in his nice looking flesh, or his more professional, grimmer looking skeletal form that Takko would not stop teasing him about when it happened on accident or when he was flustered.

He had had yet to see someone start crying from happiness upon the realization that they died.

“Fer all that is holy and unholy, please tell me ye’re the grim reaper and ‘ere ta collect mah soul.” a voice spoke up. And he was faced with an almost ethereally beautiful elven man -even more beautiful than Taako, although Kravitz would never even admit it in his head that he just thought that- with white hair and a silver eye and an accent so unique he instantly recognized it. Oh. So that’s why she had been smiling.

The train crash.

The experiment, the immortal - Jahal’s husband.

Kravitz smiled.

“He’s waiting.” he opened another rift as the soul in front of him broke out in a bright, sharp-toothed smile - and a sob.

 “So was Ah.” the soul almost ran through the rift and before Kravitz could even close it again after going through it himself, he already heard the happy laughter of soulmates reunited.