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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[pineapplesalmon]

Devastated doesn't begin to even cover it. He's potentially losing everything. Again.

César shakes his head. "No, I haven't. He hasn't texted me, either."

... strange he's only asking about Johnny. He must have seen Watson recently. César almost opens his mouth to ask, but then... thinks better of it. He doesn't want to know. He can't.

"Are you okay?"

[sixthdeadliest]

Six stayed silent as they walked in the direction of the infirmary. At the moment, he buried his earlier anger. There were more important things to focus on right now.

At least he could focus on what was currently necessary.

However, he was basically glaring out at the world as if the ship itself had offended him.

[saltwaterlungs]

"Obviously I do! Fucking obviously I do! It's- you people have no fucking appreciations for dramatics, e? I'm obviously going for something here and you just- vai a dar via il culo-"

He was doing a Bit!!! God!!!

A moment to recover from momentarily going red in the face, and the breaths he doesn't need to take shake his shoulders.

"She wants me here, you know. I know she does. I killed her and she still wants me here. You could make her happy, for once, if you let me stay."

so many times...

[firewalled]

Omori hadn't expected this to happen so fast. When he'd done it with Mary, it had been slower... he hadn't really been able to tell when Mara took over with Maeve, since they hadn't met before, but he supposes it could have been quick... still, it doesn't give him enough time to process what he's done, not even enough time to drop the knife before Watson straightens, and looks at him in that demeaning way he's... unfortunately very familiar with.

"Mr. Holmes?" Great. "I-I didn't mean to! I didn't want to hurt him at all!" Especially since he's nicer that you!

[firewalled]

Omori looks incredibly worried... and incredibly guilty at that. He hugs himself with one arm, looking down at the ground, and at the question, he shakes his head.

"Everyone's fighting... everyone's upset. I don't want my friends to go back to nothing again, but I don't want any of you to end up there either. I d-didn't manage to warn you in time, and Watson got hurt because of it, and-"

He takes a sharp, shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut. "A-And Rich keeps making me cry and I hate it."

[light_mischief]

"I know what you were going for, and I'm telling you, it's weird. Stop it."

He remembers Darcy telling him about Avery. About what he'd done to her, and why. It's almost enough to earn some sliver of sympathy from him -- or, it would be, if only he had any sympathy left to give. But he is tired. Numb. Ready for this to be over.

He lowers his gun, considering... and then holsters it.

"Why would she care about you?" he asks, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "You're the insane reflection of an awful man. She could just wait for a less mad version of you to be pulled onto the ship."

cw gore

[konpeito_aji]

She tries to remember what the loosey goosey references, something about disco; oops. Nobunaga has a hundred dozen memories of dancing, but it's true, his are usually more about wind and air flow, how annoying.

The touch to shoulder sparks something internally of a warning, but not enough of one to reaction, and the back of the neck gets a scattered almost seizure reaction hitting the nerves. Not paralysis, but like being struck being by lightning. Did this idiot's lover know it would do this?! How cruel! There's even a sharp intake of breath and something kind of like a laugh because it tickles, but before Ursula has ANYTIME to warn Klaus off of doing that again, she's struck fully dead.

Poor unfortunate souls. Klaus is definitely going to have to burn that dress probably, because that's a LOT of blood squirting out. Ursula goes down even worse than taking an entire warship to the breast. Go figure. If Nobunaga were able to witness it, he'd be so proud though.

friends forever...and ever...

[winepouring]

[ Of course Mithos gets it, and if Mithos understands, then the nagging voice telling him this is wrong fades into the background. Genis chuckles, a bright, genuine smile coming to his face for the first time in weeks. ]

Thanks!

[ He doesn't release Mithos's hands, though he looks down at the two of them. Genis chose his own costume and it's not a Katz costume but whatever Mithos is wearing definitely wasn't picked by him. ]

Man, when all of this is over, we really have do something about yours though.

[ He squeezes his friend's hands. ]

This voyage has been really nice, right? They even got to visit an island and play games there!

[ The one in their bodies' memories. Which, for Genis, are rather brief compared to Rita's, but still, Genis can only think, Raine would have really liked exploring that island together. ]

[pineapplesalmon]

There's a chance Watson is dead, then. He doesn't want to know. What's the point of him knowing before it's all over? Let himself believe that Watson's alive for a little longer.

"Omori...." César forces a broken smile, bringing a hand to the barrier. "Even if you had warned him sooner, he would have stayed. That's just the sort of men those two are."

The smile keeps cracking. "Sorry, Omori. Rich's emotions are strong like mine. There's not much I can do."

Quietly, he adds. "It was like this way with my family back on Earth... I lost them this way, too."

[pineapplesalmon]

"... ... ... "

César glances at him once. A few minutes later, he glances again. And then a third time.

[ota] just highlighting the aftermath

[light_mischief]

[Skulduggery's skull needs to be washed and his suit is in desperate need of a dry cleaner. It's the only thing he can think about at this point, having moved Darcy's body to join the ones waiting to be moved to the morgue. His suit is ruined. His head is pounding. Fio's dragon plush is following him like the specter of his bad choices. He is so... so tired.

They should have known what was going to happen. He should have known. He'd figured it would sort itself out the way most possessions do -- it isn't supposed to be complicated to exorcise a spirit, and there are multiple people on board with those kinds of capabilities. And yet, somehow, they've wound up with a body count higher than the Battle Royale, immense structural damage to the decks, and there will be another week before they can be certain they've caught out all the remnants hiding in their friends' bodies.

There's a single table and one overturned chair inside the cafe, and Skulduggery finds himself in front of it before he realizes he's crossed the promenade. The chair, once upright, only wobbles faintly when he sits in it, otherwise holding him without complaint.

He reaches out and gives the table in front of him a couple of pushes, just to make sure it isn't about to fall over itself. And then he collapses, his skull thunking against the tabletop as his arms fold over the back of his head. He's just... gonna sit here for a minute. It's cool, don't worry, he's just dissociating napping.]

[sixthdeadliest]

Six ignored it the first two times. The third finally prompted a dry "Can I help you?"

[saltwaterlungs]

"I know it was-" huh, he's actually lowering his gun. Alright, the ol' exorcist 'come lick me' number can wait. Another few steps closer, they're almost at a conversational distance now.

"Pot and kettle buddy. Not like I was much better back in our world. I know she told you what happened to me."

Avery rubs above his mouth with his free hand, "I dunno why she still does. I'm in her head and I still can't- I dunno. I don't know. It's... some things are clearer and some are..."

A step or two closer. The best acts start with a grain of truth, and the longer he does sit with the feelings and memories in her head... the more confused he gets.

[pineapplesalmon]

He looks mildly embarrassed. "... you really do wear your glasses all the time."

[light_mischief]

"It's hard, trying to sort out which memories are yours and which are hers." He imagines it must be like absorbing the memories of a reflection, except these come with the full rainbow of emotions. Lots to process. Lots to sort through.

"When you see her, what would you even say to her? What would you tell her, if you could face her in your own body again?"

He knows those bodies are here, somewhere. The zombies were proof enough of that...

[sixthdeadliest]

"Yes, I do."

Very observant, doctor. No wonder you have a PhD.

[pineapplesalmon]

Why, thank you.

Even at night. Rex probably asked about them repeatedly. Not that Six would remember anymore.

"Sorry. My brain wants to think about anything other than John being dead."

[chickenchoicejudy]

"Funny how that sounds more like you were born to die," Catra points out, twirling Ryan's wrist as she does. "Awful dramatic, don't you think, Darcy?"

It took a bit, but she finally found the memory where Ryan and Darcy introduced themselves, after joking around about some dumb fake creature. She'll still pretend like she was saving that reveal for now though, to drop in conversation at just the right moment.

"Failure is your only option," she says. "In case you haven't noticed? We outnumber you, and there's more of us coming."

[sabigoe]

[ They do have time to talk and she won't let anyone get in the way of this important conversation. Or what seems like a fun little guessing game to her. Though she finally stops waving her knife at "Clarke", she's still on high alert. She whirls around with a snarl as someone else nearby runs past, ready to fight-- just a frightened passenger, who she can deal with later.

Only two weeks had she been forced to put on the act as "Fio". Various factors caused a lot of frustration to build up in that time. It's so freeing to let loose now! She keeps her knife-wielding arm to the side, swaying it around like she has so much pent up energy to exert. ]

Guess? Gueesssss...? [ Hmm, hmm...! The smile seems almost familiar, despite being on a different body. There aren't many from her time on the ship that were kind to her... or that she considered a friend. ] Ahaha, are you Ivar?

[ Her tone is playful, making it sound like it's a joke guess. ]

cw gore and sad klaus

[busball]

Klaus pulls the sword back out, wincing at the blood and slowly sinks to the floor. Everything keeping him standing disappears at one time and he lets out a small whimper of a cry, leaning over Nobunaga’s body. This does nothing but get blood in his hair and on his face as he rests it on his chest.

Fuck this place honestly.

The suggestion to keep a smile on their face bubbles up in their mind and they mentally flip it off.

It takes another moment for them to sit up, pretty sure they need to get the blood off the katana before putting it back in it’s sheath thing. They are not going to get the stink eye for this later. So they find the only piece of fabric not covered in blood and wipe it as best as they can.

Once that’s done, Klaus slides it back inside after finding a way to fasten the utility belt to his waist by poking holes into it and using a torn piece of dress to tie it in place.

Then he has to hoist the body up, which is just a very ungraceful moment due to a lack of strength and mostly is just trying to use the wall to help them until the body is securely over their shoulder. He is very covered in blood by the time he makes it to the morgue and his shoulder is sore. He tries to put Nobunaga’s body down carefully, wincing when it sort of crashes down.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he hisses. Why is he even fucking apologizing to a corpse? If he had his powers, maybe he could just…just…

His eyes start watering again and he swears under his breath before standing up sharply and storming out of the morgue. He needs to drown in alcohol. Or something. Anything to block his mind and self out. He doesn’t want to feel this.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Then focus on what you need to do to get the infirmary ready," Six stated flatly. "There's nothing you can do for him now."

[lightconductor]

"You have a funny way of showing it," he snaps, then passes his hand over his eyes. As annoyed as he is, Omori is still a child. "No, there must be a way to fix this. I am here, and I have Watson's body safe under my control. It's not precisely as I would have wanted but... I can work with this. This is an unexpected bump, not a failure."

And then he sighs extravagantly, and waves a hand to make his point. "Why did you stab him? You didn't want to, he wasn't a threat. I could have ended up in any body during this entire blasted party and then kept Watson quite safe, and it would have been perfect."

He pauses, then adds, "My God but Watson has been having an interesting time of it here, though."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I'll do my best. But it's hard to stop a brain like mine and Rex's from finding tangents. It's built into the structures of our brains. I'm better at truncating them than Rex is."

[saltwaterlungs]

"...hunters. 's what took my Darling from me back home. They exorcised her out of me. She wants to know, it... kills her not knowing. She doesn't need gooey 'I'm proud of you whatever bullshit from me. She's better 'n that. She should be better 'n that. And y'know what, I'm telling her that myself, stronzo-"

It's a pity to end it like this. Maybe they could even be friends, after he gets his body back. Avery keeps eye-contact with his sockets. And raises the gun again lightning quick, ready to smack it back down into his brow.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny doesn’t respond aloud, just presses all of himself against César heavily and closes his eyes.

It’s all too much and his mind is done.