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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[SEMI-OPEN] HOW ABOUT A LITTLE ATMOSPHERE

[broshaw]

[Huh, nobody seemed to care or notice that there was just a drum set hidden away over here huh??? AND NOBODY NOTICED WHEN PICKLES SLIPPED OUT TO SHAVE OFF SHARKY'S BEARD.... Solely so he could embody his former Snakes & Barrels glory!!!!

Pickles has two things on his mind: murder and metal. the first is super easy to accomplish: he just aims Sharky's shotgun into the crowd and fires off uh seven rounds, before tossing it aside to fall into place for the fun part:

Jeff Chase needs music to use his new powers, and so Pickles is going to helpfully accompany him with a fun little Earth classic. What's that, you ask? How are the other instruments playing while Pickles is busy with the drums? Maybe you should worry more about what's going to happen when Chase decides to scream Britney Spears lyrics at you instead!!!]

(hmu on discord to get shot!!!!)

[selenokinesis]

[Thanks to delayed reaction time from Ebalon consuming like half the vodka in one sitting, he's... one of the first to end up with a bullet in him. It tears through his abdomen, staining the costume he worked so very hard on with crimson. For a moment, he wobbles, not quite in his right mind to sustain this sort of damage...

...and then he stands up, bleeding heavily, and summons his spellbook and staff. Healing the damage comes shortly after.

There may or may not be collateral moon-drop damage later. Don't worry about it. Nothing sobers you up quite like a bullet to the guts.]

[serialskiller]

Wrong place, wrong time. Murderbot happens to be almost right in front of Pickles with the shotgun is fired. Its processor is shredded, shredded like heavy metal music. And like heavy metal, the machine crumples to the deck, leaking blue circulatory fluid.

[not here]

[prince_of_beasts]

SecUnit's chest explodes. It's falling before Dimitri can move.

But in the last microseconds before it shuts down for good, before its organic neural tissue follows its processor, it might hear Dimitri scream.

1/2

[wimdy]

[ so much is happening but if one thing’s for certain, he needs to transform back, he needs to help people, he needs to be useful, do something, do something—

the figure of the small bird-sized ghost glows, grows, shifting into the outline of venti with white furling from his shoulders. ]

[wimdy]

[ he’s mostly transformed when the shot rings out and a bullet hits through his chest, tearing through a lung. he coughs out blood or maybe even ichor, falling to his knees with one half-transformed wing trailing from his shoulder. pain wrings through him as he crumples like a bird shot, choking and clutching his side.

a glow returns to his eye as he shudders through the injury, then staggers back to his feet, through great effort or spite.

honestly though, congrats to pickles to killing him twice, or 1.75 times or however much this counts. ]

[ossie_oswald]

"PICKLES!!! hEY PICKLES!!!!!"

Guess whose favourite rat is back!!!

"QUEUE UP THE COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD SONG AFTER THIS, THE KIDS ARE GETTING EDUCATED TONIGHT!!"

Yakko's just going to hop up on the bar and start providing back-up vocals to Chase. Which, coincidentally, reverberates with supernatural power, bolstering his magic and making Pickles' drumming even louder.

[broshaw]

"YAAAAKKO!" is the only acknowledgment he's gonna get, but you know that this metal cover of Toxic is going to end in a pop-rock segue into what is probably the most INTENSE cover of Yakko's World Song in the history of the universe. So intense that there's no version like it online!

[ossie_oswald]

"Hope you read up on your geography, Chase! And for the rest of you, there's gonna be a test at the end- if any of you are alive to take it!! EVERYBODY!!"

And he launches into his best impression of Mr Explosion himself. Man, he misses that guy.

[decohere]

[she's searching for Fio through the crowd, flickering through the the fog, and then there's bullets. one that passes through her harmlessly, and she doesn't stick around to figure out where it hit but instead to identify the source.

the drums make it extremely easy to track down Pickles, although at first she's not quite sure it's him. well, not Sharky anyway. not without the beard, and that... feels like a complete violation of her friend that hits her in a way that nothing else quite has.

so distracted at the party, Ava never checked her phone to read the final text Pickles sent. but it's no time for regrets nor sentimentality. she'll feel that later.

for now, she approaches him, eyes narrowed, and puts an end to his drumming by slicing right through his drum with her phase claws.]

You! Lied! To! Me!

[broshaw]

[he's two-thirds the way through the second song of the night when he sees Ava in the crowd and realizes he's not gonna get a third. the desire to keep ava out of this is pretty much gone by this point, though; it's been replaced by the resignation that someone else is gonna have to take her place. maybe they'll hate it, maybe they won't, he doesn't know -- just -- damn it! he knew he should've kicked her out himself! he could have led her away and --

HOLY SHIT WHAT ARE THOSE.

he falls back off the stool as Ava tears the drum to pieces, immediately flailing out for the shotgun he'd dropped nearby -- except no rounds, motherfucker, shit --

he's got two options. kick, or stab. he'll go with... the knife he'd gotten back from the bar, with a little shark on it. it's his now, he's the shark in the water, and he's gonna slash straight at her with sweeping, wild strokes.]

It wasn't personal! I'm not goin' back, you aren't puttin' me back--!

[decohere]

You were just. GOING TO. [a vicious swipe through the rest of the drumset, even though it's not technically in her way, she's too pissed to care, kicking over the little cymbal stand with a noisy clang]

LET ME. GET TAKEN OVER?

[she's taking it very personally, and she slashes right back at the knife and his hand holding it. a knife might be sharp but her claws cut straight through matter]

AFTER I. SAVED. YOUR. ASS?

[broshaw]

[the pain is unimaginable and Pickles screeches as he drops what's left of the knife and, uhhh, if that's part of his hand he's going to lose it -- ha ha ha, get it?]

What -- NO! [he should have sent her the text sooner, he should have warned her -- but he knows that wouldn't have done jack shit so what would be the point of regretting that now?] Not you, I didn't want you here!

[but since she is, he's absolutely going to try to kick her with all his might. right between the legs, even -- it ain't personal but he will try and hit her where it hurts!]

[decohere]

[the audacity! her laugh is annoyed when his kick goes right through her because did he really think she'd allow it? she catches at his leg with her claws, twisting to throw his weight to the ground and tearing through flesh with glitching gashes in the process.]

I tried to be nice to you! I FELT SORRY FOR YOU!

[she crouches over Pickles, almost reaches for the fallen cymbal to bash him with... and then gets a very different idea. she smashes one of her bare feet into his face instead.]

[broshaw]

[there isn't even any blood, which is like, the worst part, he hates dying painfully and not leaving behind anything to show for it --

he is a wailing, drooling mess as he flails all his limbs to try and do anything to delay what's too obvious, too inevitable, screaming at the top of his lungs with bloodthirsty horror,] I WON'T GO BACK I WON'T GO BACK YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO BACK --

[the words are cut off when she stomps down on his face, tongue bit clean through by one of his few remaining teeth. it fucking sucks. the pain is almost as awful as the idea of becoming nothing again.

still, getting curb stomped by a woman's bare foot is, as the Smiths say, a heavenly way to die. thank you, angel, he'd say if he had a working jaw to say anything --]

[decohere]

Say hello to Malcolm for me. [she knows that's not how it works, that he'll be consumed by nothing. it's pretty fucked up, she's not okay with this fate. but. she's done being merciful.

she gives a twist of her foot against his face, letting Pickles enjoy these final few moments before she plunges her claws straight into his chest and completely obliterates his heart, leaving a flickering and gaping hole as she retracts her hand.]

Oh, Sharky... [she'll cry about it later, if she makes it through the night. she stands and looks away, searching for her next target.]

[konpeito_aji]

[Well shit. Nobunaga loves drums. And you know what else? He's very weak to music and emotional control.]

[He's not even going to try to stop them either? Yeah, definitely not.]

[RIP.]

[He loves having MUSIC to his battle. SUGOIIII etc.]