monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

[palfriday]

CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA

[and that’s what you missed on glee.

and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.

Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]

Surprise, bitch.

[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]

Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.

[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]

Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!

Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!

And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!

You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.

[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]

Now. Let’s get the actual party started!

Comments

[treadwater]

I have been craving boba all fucking month. Any chance you have a spare one of those?

[Undine's sitting on a pillar of water, about ten feet above the rest of everyone. And she is tired and stressed and has lost all polite in her. Look, look, she's saved everyone she can. She deserves a treat.]

[tempingainteasy]

[God only knows what state April is in by the time this shit goes down, but enough of them is left somewhere in the rubble to call out:]

Beats the shit out of Carnival Cruises!

[pinballer]

[ Vance went intangible just long enough to avoid getting hit by rubble, but his own physical state is pretty much the last thing on his mind. No matter who that ghost was or what they were planning on doing, they didn't deserve to go back to Nothing.

And he just sent them there anyway to save the other passengers.

Damn. That's going to haunt him for a while. But there are other matters to deal with now, like the fact that he's finally stuck seeing the captain, for all he's tried to avoid him. Tangible again, he grips his sword in both hands and while he intends for it to make him look threatening, all it does is show how much he's shaking. ]

Fuck you. [ He glares, all the teenage rage he can muster in his eyes and in his scowl. There's a moment where he thinks maybe I can kill you, too.

But he never acts on that thought. He just sits there, bruised and battered, down on one knee and holding out his shaky sword like some kind of frightened animal. ]

[light_mischief]

[There will be time to be horrified later. Time to think about what these possessions entail -- what that means for Fio's last moments of consciousness -- what kind of fear she was put through that he wasn't around to protect her from --

Right now, there is just terrible rage that stirs like some great serpent in his mind. He can't do it, he knows that it will literally break him to do what needs to be done -- but the ice-cold comfort is that he can still do it.

No one else should have to.]

Don't you dare.

[He clicks his fingers, fire bursting to life in his palm, turning blue-hot. A gun would be quicker, more efficient. But not personal enough. Besides, this can go just as quickly, if he punches her hard enough.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[shrugs]

I'll wake Friday up in a minute.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Only brought enough for one. So.

[siiiiiiiip]

[treadwater]

[She sends a small blorble of water his way, but it's not a real attack. More like throwing a snowball at someone, but the snowball is water.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[catches it in the cup]

Cool. Free refill.

[actuallyawolf]

[There is a wet bird in the water. She tried to turn into an eagle when everything started falling, and that might have gone okay, but she wasn't at her best and something else had hit her in midair -- or someone? she's honestly not sure -- and she just dropped into the water and now she's sort of stuck because her feathers are waterlogged and she is, at present, way too confused to figure out what's going on.]

WHAT THE FUCK.

cw: bisection and stuff

[littlefairytale]

Ruby grits her teeth so hard it hurts and it may seem to Mara like she's not going to stop her, for a second. She doesn't heft Crescent Rose up, she doesn't swing, she just... pumps the central column and as Mara steps away, she'll find her lower back pressed right up against the bite of cold steel.

The blade can rotate, now. She never thought she'd use it like this.

"—I'msorry."

She pulls the trigger. A stray bullet flies off to hopefully nowhere. The recoil and Ruby's own surprising strength combine to yank the scythe forward hard, right through Maeve's midsection.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Get in line.

[sip]

cw: a bit of gore

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ Bastion lands heavily on the flooded deck, their error log filling up with impact damage notifications in the moments after contact. They move to sit up and a table falls directly onto them from the remains of deck six, splintering into pieces against their armored chest. It's followed by the pulped remains of some human limb with bones sticking out of one end. ]

// It wasn't. [ A synthesized groan. ]

[decohere]

[she's clawing her way back up through the floor, because she was in the middle of a fight she intended to finish when everything fell and she just kept on falling, barely managing to catch hold. she's glitching and huffing in frustrated exhaustion with most of her torso lifted out of the rubble, hair soaked and legs dangling through the ceiling of the casino below. when she finally glances up to where everyone else's attention is and... waves.]

[crushed_pearls]

Between the shocking terror of the fall (long drops were a lot more fun before turning blind weren't they Erin?) and getting soaked in the water the rage that has been keeping Erin going has clocked out for the day and will not be clocking back in. It's a wonder she's kept hold of the mallet after being washed up against a rock spike.

The sound of a new voice gets her scrambling to her feet in a panic before she hears the others responding... almost nonchalantly?

The fuck?

(Educated guess Peters)

God damn it. She'd wanted to dress up to meet her creator too. Maybe it's not...?

From half-standing, clutching the rock for support, Erin croaks out: "Our host, I presume?"

What little dignity she has in that moment is undercut by her Mantle flickering back into life in celebratory sparks. Spring hates being out in time-out.

[pinballer]

[ He scoffs at that. Maybe he'd have found it funny if someone he liked said it. ]

Just 'cause I did that doesn't mean I'm on your side, so don't get any ideas, either.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I have literally no idea what you did or didn't do. And I don't care.

[touchofcashmere]

Well thank you! [he's pleased to here so] But I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of running. I am going to be here and kick some ass. [he eyes him]

Don't suppose you have another sword do you?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[waves back.

ACTUALLY. pauses. reaches into his pocket.

pulls out a very tiny punkin that has the literal "it's a mystery" ghost carved into it.

puts the pumpkin back in his pocket.]

[pinballer]

I don't care about you.

[ Ah yes, the kindergarten level of arguing. ]

[touchofcashmere]

"What? Well if he's dead he can't swim can he?" Stede doesn't believe it for a second. Not Ed. Not like that. "It was probably a fuckery. He's clever enough for it. And at least he knows how to dress." He sniffs. If...if Ed were here...he'd make things so much cooler just by his very presence. And as for the latter, well, he had gotten away which is good. Stede is glad he's gone. Back home. Back where he belonged. Not stuck here in hell.


"Watch out!" And he grabs Oswald by the lapels to pull him out of the way of something sharp that flies at them very fast.

[touchofcashmere]

Ack! [he flails a bit as he's grabbed by her.]

No no, I'm going to fight! Even if I die so what!

[and then he notices her]

Oh my god, Clarke. Are you alright? You're bleeding! You need to hide!

[sictransitgloriamundi]

And yet you were apparently taking my reaction into consideration while making a decision. Weird.

[sips]

[pineapplesalmon]

"Not over the life of another, Mister Holmes. Not one life. None." César's voice is suddenly devoid of emotion. "You know about the collars." Not 'stabilizer rings', collars. "How it took the promise of profit through slavery for the Consortium to find every life as precious as I did."

Then everything cracks, and César lets out a hysterical laugh. "My soul's already forfeit! The Devil owns it!"

And then he hisses. "It doesn't matter if I can conceive the Hell that awaits. Whatever it is, I will deserve it. I'll gladly take my place in Hell!"

Are they even having the same conversation anymore?

[after the deck collapse, closed to Dimitri]

[ring_for_giles]

Ginger had stepped out of the fray after not too long, as more people got possessed and subsequently killed the bountiful glamour of terror had started to run dry. He falls with everyone else, unfortunately popping back into visibility somewhere along the way – did he try to take a stab at someone on the way down? He's not sure. His grasp on what is and isn't real is getting looser and looser.
There's no glamour left in him to hide again, and his costume mask cracked somewhere along the line. But it's Fine. He's Fine.

He spends a long time kneeling on the floor of the promenade, trying to catch his breath, trying not to choke on the laughter bubbling up at the Captain's sheer indifference. After he's managed some kind of manic recovery, he pulls off both the large feathered hat and his mask, revealing himself fully for the first time since the party started.
That definitely won't pose a problem for him.

[touchofcashmere]

[lunging. Tripping in his general direction. Same thing]

Oh my God!

[there is a small spray of blood and he ends up on the floor in the arms of a plastic skeleton]

What the hell was that for! You shot me!