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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[pinballer]

The first thing Vance does is take ghost form, because hey. He's already fucking dead, and maybe none of these ghosts want to possess other ghosts. He can't hold it forever, but he'll keep it up as long as he can.

He is a little betrayed that they seem totally focused on getting more bodies and not at all focused on killing the fucking captain. He was promised some sweet revenge. Well, where is it?

On the other hand, from what Omori told him, he should have known something like this was coming, and he didn't do anything to stop it. Perhaps because he didn't know exactly where or when, perhaps because some part of him still feels more ghost than human. Oh well, too late now.

He looks around, trying to keep calm.

[bubblegumheart]

It occurs to her, as she's making her way around the perimeter, that maybe the angry ghosts won't even want her. She's already died once- Eddie'd told her as much. Chrissy doesn't feel dead, but maybe that doesn't mean anything here.

And really, there are probably better bodies to snatch. The only things she really has going for her are that she looks harmless and that she could probably outrun most people trying to chase her.

Either way, she's trying to remember what Ms. Kelly told her about staying calm in a crisis when she happens to look up and spot a familiar face. After a moment of deliberation, she makes a beeline for where he's standing. "Vance! Hi! Are you okay?"

[pinballer]

He's scared and he doesn't want to admit it. He's torn between his human side and his ghost side and he doesn't want to admit that, either. But Chrissy's a friendly face, someone who enjoyed spending time with him at the arcade earlier.

How the hell did a prick like him get so many people willing to come and help him out?

"I...I don't know what to do, Chrissy," he says, face in hands, "I finally have a fight and I don't know what to do with it."

[bubblegumheart]

"I don't either." Her first thought was to run when it probably should have been to look for Eddie and Steve. She's seen the former around this evening and decided not to bother him for now, but Steve's absence bothers her more than it reasonably should, considering that they've only spoken a handful of times.

There are more important things to worry about right now, though. "What would you normally do with it?" Maybe she's not the best person to ask for advice on fighting, but he'd been nice to her before. More importantly, he'd been honest with her, so she wants to help if she can.

"Maybe we should try to find a way out of here."

[pinballer]

"I'd usually kick all their asses but," he looks around at everything, "This is...a lot more ass to kick than I'm used to."

He feels weak and helpless and it sucks. He's supposed to be a fighter.

"Yeah, that's - that's a good idea."

[bubblegumheart]

"I'd offer to help but I'm afraid I'm not much good in a fight." She's small and light on her feet, which is generally a plus for cheerleading and not much else. It's not even her fight, but she'd make an attempt if he needed her to.

"Any suggestions on how to do that?"

It's possible that he might know a way to get past the barrier, if nothing else.

[pinballer]

"I'll see if I can get out, then maybe I can break the rest of you out, too" he says.

He's currently walking right through a table, so it's worth a try.

[bubblegumheart]

"Okay! I'll just um... wait right here?"

Maybe it's a terrible idea, but she's still sort of hoping the ones doing this will just overlook her.

[pinballer]

He charges right at the barrier...and gets knocked flat on his ass with a resounding bonk.

"Ow, fuck,' he says, slowly standing up, "How the hell did that hurt?"

Things aren't supposed to hurt when he's a ghost. It's one of the few positives.

[bubblegumheart]

He'd said he was going to try to break out, but it's still a bit of a shock when he charges right for the barrier.

"Are you okay?" Instead of actually waiting for an answer, she rushes to his side and looks him over. When she realizes that he doesn't appear to be hurt, Chrissy turns to glance at the barrier.

"I just watched you walk through a table. What's so special about the barrier?"

[pinballer]

"I have no idea. Nothing's been able to hold me like that before. Goddammit."

He rubs his back where he fell. Who knew ghosts could get bruises.

"Maybe there's an...opening, or something?"

[bubblegumheart]

If she's being completely honest, Chrissy has no idea what to even say to that. She has more questions than answers at this point, and this probably isn't the right time to be playing twenty questions, so those will have to wait.

She's also trying not to focus on the fact that he hadn't answered her first question.

"I haven't found one yet. Maybe looking together will be quicker." Or maybe it'll take half as long to realize there's no way out. It could go either way at this point, but she's trying to stay optimistic.

driveby

[sabigoe]

Hahahaha... ohohoho...!

[ Cackling maniacally and so uncharacteristically coming out of... Fio? Mary, dressed in her angel costume, runs-- right past Vance, swinging her steak knife wildly into the air and looking for the squishiest person that she can assault. Flying stuffed dragon fluttering after the tiny girl...

And even if Vance isn't in his ghost form, well... she would STILL run right past him. Because he's on the bottom of her aggro list! Congratulations! Ghosts LOVE Vance! ]

[skaikru]

( there's a smattering of manic laughter all around but, oh. he recognizes that one. pauses in stride, casts around for the likes of small, vividly blonde haired little girl with a propensity for swinging about serrated blades and yet — catches sight just in time to watch her absolutely whiff past a current resident? what in all the gods hell, mary?

oh and fate has it in his fortune, the path she's tearing through in a pell-mell dash is nearby; easy to sidestep into, easier still to just reach out a hand and catch a fistful of angel dress sleeve. )

Aye.

( bodily hauls the little girl in front of him, reliant on the integrity of the costume. )

Aye, aye — bairn, stop that. ( fully expects to immediately be stabbed in the guts, and is already moving to slap her hand away. even drops his newly acquired shadow blade on the ground with a light clatter, there's no interest in fighting past this near-playful spar. because that's what each misdirecting smack against her closed, knife wielding fist is, play in the middle of a battle field.

in so long as it takes an old pet name to register for her. english enough it bears no translating on this ship. once upon a time, he'd explained bairn meant child as a term of endearment. )

[sabigoe]

[ Whoever's in front of her is absolutely correct on what she's about to do. The moment that she's propped right in front of... Clarke, this body's mind informs her of the name, as well as the earliest memory of this girl vomiting at the camp, the rotten stench, and how Fio tried to help her with a glass of water. Wow, gross!

Immediately, her insane smile unwavering, Mary swings her knife to go in for the stabbing with as much physical strength she can muster. Only to have her little hand slapped away. Then again and again and again, swinging madly and never stopping. The smile fades, shifting into frustration, her teeth grinding together hard.

Then she hears it. ...Bairn? Who else calls her that? Her knife swinging slows down, eventually coming to a complete stop.

...

...

A long stretch of silence. She is shockingly calm suddenly. For now. ]

Waaaait a minute. Who are you? Do you know Ivar? [ A pause. Then she asks, in a demanding tone, that almost sounds like she's going to start flailing that knife again: ] WHERE'S IVAR?

[skaikru]

( clarke griffin's main memories and bullet points regarding fio are: adorable, kind, great hugs that make her want to cry harder than anything else, and should be protected. and like, 80% of that lines up with his own sentiments regarding mary, so he doesn't parse much deeper. the face is wrong and he'll mourn that in time, but the spirit prevails. you know that feeling when you hold a feral kitten by the scruff and it just keeps trying to scratch you even after you've decided you love it? this moment is not unlike that.

sailors in high storms don't trust the calm of the eye that envelops them. and likewise, ivar keeps a ready palm raised in the event mary reinstates the game of keep away between her knife and his borrowed torso. but also takes the moment to just smile at her: still too much teeth, and a lot of black blood mixed with split oozing between them, but nicer than he'd leered at everyone else so far. )

Guess.

( sure, they absolutely have time for this here and now. )

[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. ]

[skaikru]

( well, the best jokes are steeped in either righteous philosophy or poignant truth. so this joke guess is downright hilarious in how spot on and instantaneous it is, and thus he smiles at her even... softer. )

Always knew you to be a clever one. Keep your arm up and tight — ( that swinging knife wielding arm gets a light smack around the elbow, reproachful like a teacher yet playful like he'd been with his brothers once upon a time.

and now finally onto the reason he'd flagged (dragged) her down in the midst of a stabbing spree. vance has undoubtedly already moved on, the issue being he'd done so without additional holes made fresh in his torso. ) — and do not let any of them pass you by unscathed. In, twist, and out at an angle.

( temporarily abandoning defense and just hoping mary doesn't stab at him again, ivar mimes the gutting motion into the air with empty hands and all the vehement vengeance of one lost in the nothingness for far too long. )

[sabigoe]

...Ivar? [ A pause. She gives him a surprised look as if to ask, "for real?" Then she's grinning again: ] Ivar! You're a girl?

[ Wow, they could be like... sisters or something now!

No, Mary doesn't stab at him again. Thankfully. The smack on her arm gets her to shockingly, pause for a moment, listen to his instruction before making any further remarks. Her eyes track fleeing, terrified passengers scattering off into the distance. It's not as satisfying when she stabs at nothingness. But for practice, she raises her knife up in the air, mimicking the same motions as he'd just shown her. Arm up, tight, and then-- ]

In. Twist. Out! In. Twist. Out! [ At an angle. Chanting repeatedly, like it's a fun little song. The words are spoken, over and over again, and gradually quicker. Easily worming into her mind. Eventually she stops, bursting out in a delighted laugh. ] Hehehe!

[skaikru]

( ugh. don't remind him. apparently it's time for some 800AD style sexism intermingled with a fierce respect for blonde women that stems from a culture that praises shieldmaidens and a wealth of mommy issues but — ivar briefly looks down at his own torso with a mild grimace. the gods giveth working legs, but the gods are known to be tricksters that have also saddled him with tits. well... like 1.5 tit, this is the first time he's truly looked at the hole blown in clarke griffin's chest by genis sage's spirit bomb talisman, and it's a mess.

but this body is still infinitely better than being steeped in nothingness, and he'd decidedly allow mary to call him sister if she liked.

he watches her repetition of his instruction with an idle sort of glee; she's always taken pointers well enough when it included bloodshed. ivar's smile is unmoving and unchanging, and he lifts both hands to bracket mary's face like parents do their children in efforts to comfort, like brothers do for each other in camaraderie, like soldiers do when splattered with blood and celebrating victories on the battle field. )

Exactly, ( he says, then drops his left hand and uses his right to give a gentle shove. an affectionate go on, get outta here kid sort of blessing. ) Be vicious, be ruthless. I know you're more than capable.

[sabigoe]

[ Likewise, Mary curses her current form, it's at least closest to her original self in age. Better than being trapped in the abyss as well. The strength is unfortunately severely lacking. When she strikes her next target, she knows she's going to need to put forth as much strength as she can muster. Right now, she's getting carried away with her repetition, swinging at the air. Thankfully she stops, as soon as she feels Ivar's hands clasping around her face.

She pauses, lowering her knife, giving him a genuine smile and another giggle.

One of the very rare moments during her entire two weeks on the ship that she shows an innocent smile, free of any sort of malice. The only other person that might have seen this smile might be Omori. For once, it's an expression that properly fits her current look, somewhat. Though maybe it's a smile far wider with more teeth than Fio would normally make. It's a strange sight, in the middle of a chaotic, bloody battlefield...

Then as he gives her a shove, she starts jogging off. For a few moments, she looks back at Ivar, giving him one final glance. One final smile goodbye. Then shifts her gaze forward, returning on her hunt. After everything is over, it would be nice to call him sister for real. ]