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!

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[midnightroads]

He is wet. Cold. Unarmed (that's fixable). Missing his glasses (unneeded) and the bulk he's relied on all his life.

Well. He's been in desperate situations before, hasn't he? The first thing to do is figure out what this body is capable of. Wearing it, it's not entirely unlike the time he rode the memories of a magic worker in his own world. Gods, the lingering scent-signature around him, coffee and tobacco, wasn't entirely unlike her sigil had been, the sensation of needle piercing fabric rhythmically.

Right, this is just another game, a deadly tightrope act. He's not usually the mastermind, but he is trained in the art of false-facing. As he picks himself up off the ground and swipes this dandy-long hair out of his face, he's already trying to formulate a plan.

[touchofcashmere]

"No I'm not okay!" he's angry. More than. "I can't-- I have to be more proactive I have to actually fight." He stands shakily to his feet, something had grazed him and there's blood starting to slip down his temple but he tries not to worry about it.

"How do you do it. How do you just keep going even if you're pretty sure you're going to get killed?"

[konpeito_aji]

[Don't underestimate history!]

[Not that Nobunaga is going to waste valuable breath on retorts, sorry. He's literally just not magical enough. Woe.]

[He does handle the chair, keeps his grip on the katana, and even manages to get back to his feet! But you know what's on thing NO ONE in battle has ever tried to do?? Bite him. That is just NOT A THING that happens in samurai wars, okay? Even if Jenny bit hum don't ask. And there he is, for the FIRST TIME on this ship, not wearing gauntlets, or even SLEEVES, and his wrist and whole arm are right there for the taking. His neck is more protected than usual ironically, because the stupid lion costume is hooded, but oh so sleeveless.]

[And Nobunaga is actually dumb enough to be enjoying this and smiling. Because he thinks it's fun. Rock music, explosions, gun powder, ALL IN COSTUME! Fuck yeah! Best holiday!]

[chickenchoicejudy]

Catra just. Groans, and lets go of him completely.

"Really? You just got here? You're late."

She's snippy, mostly to cover her disappointment that it isn't who she was specifically hoping for.

"It better be while we spar," she says. "Because if you dunk me in actual punch? I will kill you."

Does she mean it? Probably not. But she makes a face upon realizing her hand is still wet and obnoxiously decides to wipe it on his (or rather Bash's) shirt.

[saltwaterlungs]

"Please-" she begs, too panicked to formulate a clear response. She's not standing, and she's still clutching at the chair.

"I can't- please- dad-"

C'mon, buddy, what are you waiting for? Be a hero. Carry her away. She needs you.

[touchofcashmere]

He doesn't like it. Doesn't like that sound coming out of his mouth. It leaves him cold but at least he knows for sure.

"Not even a little." He's not clever. He's just desperate and concerned and afraid with a feeling of dread deep in his gut. "What will work? What can drive you out? You don't belong there. Go find peace somewhere else and leave my friend alone."

[pineapplesalmon]

The static comes back, and there's nothing that César can do. He can't stop Holmes or protect the one family member he has left here.

In frustation, rage, and grief, he snarls out: "¡Anda cagar forro!"

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur leaves a party he never truly attended, the bottom of his homemade costume soaked with water, and the mask pulled off and discarded as soon as he left the scene. He deeply regrets not staying in the Spirit Halloween. It would have been nice to sleep through this. Though maybe it was worth watching all the chaos just so he could step on the shewolf.

For the first time since he got here, he really wants a smoke.

As he steps over the remains of various pool chairs, he comes across a late party-goer - heavily armed like he's about to go to war. Siffleur tenses up, and though he's tired from the last half-transformation, he sucks in a breath to get ready to make another. There was no tell for whatever derangement made the other humans attack each other, so he just stays where he is, ready to dodge behind cover if he must. But a second glance and he sees what look like supplies on the man's shoulder - and maybe they're medical ones. Maybe he's coming to help the others.

Still unsure how this one falls, he doesn't take his eyes off of the man, only giving a brief nod towards the 'party' behind him.

"It's mostly over. The old guy's here now."

[midnightroads]

"I'm sorry I'm late, traffic in Nothing was awful. Too few gondoliers for too many passengers."

He glances around the party, then back at Catra. "Don't tell me you thought there was any chance of Adora jumping into this one. He's somewhat antithetical to her everything. I'm plenty disturbed by him, myself."

[teethoftherisk]

[Siffleur laughs, a rough string of bubbling sounds that bob up and down, and with deep satisfaction, he leaves her to scream and struggle in the water as he makes his way out of this mess.

What do you know, he has learned something from her: leaving someone alive can be even more satisfying than simply killing them.]

[not_the_last]

The memory's very close to the surface, jogged by the word: Mistletoe feeds from a tree, and --

"My daughter lives," Johanna spits abruptly, rage dragged up from somewhere as a shield against anguish. "My daughter and my son both -- not here, not these stolen fragments we all are, but in the real world my daughter lives -- "

The shield isn't working; there are tears on her face, in her voice. Her rapier is down, point almost brushing the floor.

Barely audible: "I don't, I don't want to go back."

[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga is still frustrated with Teyrey over it, how dare she trust him, even if it's a cultural thing about definitions! And it's something he wants to tell Klaus about!

"I am REALLY looking forward to that!" So much! More than anything specific in his whole life! "If shit happens, don't let any ghosts that take over me hurt you. And I'll come back. And if I don't... smile anyway. This has been the most fun I've had ever."

Oda cannot handle ANYTHING Klaus might say or his face at that. They'll have to yell it at him, because the the lion-costume Demon King takes off running! Nobunaga just wants to remember Klaus exactly that moment, and hold it in his heart as a damned good reason not to get hurt or die, because he doesn't want to fail them.

[ossie_oswald]

Yakko scrambles to his feet and books it to a safe distance.

At which point he sticks his tongue out at Ivar defiantly.

And then runs a bit more. Just to be safe.

[light_mischief]

He wants to. He gets close enough to touch her and -- and she keeps calling him that. Calling him dad. Fio's awful, bratty laughter is still reverberating inside his skull. Daddy. I'm really sorry I wasn't a good kid.

He wraps a hand around her bicep, squeezing tightly. Reassuringly so, and then slowly increasing the pressure. She's wearing armor. She won't be hurt easily.

"Darcy," he says, his voice low and thick with regret. "I am sorry. I should have been watching out for you."

[busball]

Klaus nods. That's fair. It's fine. People are usually angry at him, so that's nothing new. Only they're pretty sure this isn't exactly about them. Just the general everything. "Yeah. I get it."

They frown at the blood, but head wounds always did bleed a lot. "Well, I guess I'm used to dying over and over, so it's just...uh..." There's a shrug. "Gotta keep moving." He looks over at Stede. "I don't really have a plan here, so...fake it till we make it, yeah?"

[not_the_last]

There's a young woman not too far off, armored and wearing a sword; her face may look sideways-to-familiar to him, like a known song in an unknown voice. Her body language might be some help, if she were moving: right now she's just standing in the midst of the chaos, staring at nothing.

Until she glances up and sees him.

[crushed_pearls]

"Who would?" Erin's voice gentles, in an act of Herculean self-control.

She'd had compassion for Daisy. She can show it here.

"But your options are on the table. This is the hand you've been dealt. The price of your victory is everything Cassandra could ever be here."

"Give her back to me and I'll love her as much as she'll let me. On the name my mother gave me, I vow."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy sniffs- her face is coated in blood like a lioness after a kill, most of it her own. There's cuts and tiny shards of ceramic still embedded in her forehead. Her eyes are bloodshot. Steady on.

"I shouldn't have got myself hurt- I'm sorry, I'll be better next time. I'm sorry- please- I just- the armour's cutting into me-"

Chrissakes, when did she get so whiny.

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri's wounded leg's taken more damage than he thought. It buckles, and he hits Ginger with a clumsy tackle rather than a full-force charge, grabbing the taller man's shirt to drag them both to the ground.

"Rabbit-assed traitor," he snarls, "I'll wring your neck -- "

[skaikru]

Okay, and that tongue can be pressed and turned into a bookmark...

[chickenchoicejudy]

There's a look of surprise that crosses Catra's face, not because of what she said but because her host apparently has memories of whatever that language is? It takes a beat, but then she snickers.

"You were born for this? You can't be serious. You actually believe that destiny garbage?"

Catra searches Darcy's face and then laughs.

"Oh no...you do. That's hilarious," she says. "Sooo which part were you born for? Being fuel for the Captain? Playing knights in this dump instead of your own life? Destiny doesn't mean a thing here. Whatever you were born for is back home. Without you."

What can she say? Playing with her food is fun.

[midnightroads]

He offers a polite little bow in her direction, before walking over to join her in the chaos. All the better, not being alone in it. Right?

(There's something in how he walks that implies he's used to having more body to move. He's not accustomed to 'wiry', yet.)

CW CHILD DEATH INCOMINGGGG

[sabigoe]

[ Fio this, Fio that. It's not fair. No fair, no fair, no fair...! Mary thought she could finally have her life back... with all her friends...

The knife flies out of her hand. Eyes widening in fear, having thought the older girl's guard was down and that she truly had a chance here. She has nothing else left to fight with and she doesn't have any combat experience. Calcite doesn't have any more charges to fire off.

There's so very little time for her to express her annoyance and rage. No time for her to cry out... call for somebody. Anybody. Omori? She's very sorry she failed getting his sister for him. Genis? Big Sis Ann? ...Big Bro Mikazuki? ... ... ...Pickles?

Suddenly there's a hand wrapped around her throat... ]

[busball]

Klaus frowns. "I can't-" He starts, but by the time he starts to speak, Nobunaga has run off and all he can do is sigh. "I can't smile if you're dead or possessed you idiot," he says to the air.

Fuck.

Well, he's going to go find a spot that's safe for all of them and not going to end in anyone getting killed, he guesses. How dare someone make him the responsible party in this.

[ring_for_giles]

Even as he's pulled back to the ground, knees buckling and hitting the ground painfully, Ginger can't help but laugh at Dimitri's staggering movement

"Oh I see, you're the useless one. The runt of the litter in Ossie's pack of dogs." One hand goes to the back of Dimitri's head, tangling in his hair and pulling tight, trying to keep him as far away as possible, "I should have killed you sooner, darling, but perhaps that would have been more of a kindness than you're worth"