The Welcome Committee

The Welcome Committee are with arms wide walking. They want you to feel welcome. They are those people at stations with signs. They hug, they do not shake hands. They currently number three although at the moment geography prevents the entire faction being fufilled. The Welcome Committee do not lose members, only gain them on the sweet bye-and-bye. This makes them sound like somewhat of a cultish enterprise, or zombies. If pressed, the Welcome Committee would rather be zombies. They sometimes sing of disillusioned pirates and of hybrid wildlife. In the future they hope to sing of more personal matters, such as bats and drams, moonlit ghosts, crows and mermaids hair. The Welcome Committee want to be woozy drunk so that you'll catch them in a big city and punch out the lights. They are sticklers for inconsistency. Fake blood is welcome (they love the taste), as are photocopiers (they love the smell) and crickets (they love the sound). They are doing their best, they really are but it is not easy. They have drunk too much medicine and need a hug.