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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[chickenchoicejudy]

Well, fuck.

Ryan is not a fighter. He doesn't know how to use any weapons, he's never had to throw a real punch, and he is not at all equipped for this.

In the immediate moment after the big reveal, Ryan has two priorities - find Min-Gi and find a way out of here. He was among the people who tried the exit, only to find a barrier in the way. There has to be some other way out though. They're on an open deck on a boat, how can there not be another way out?

(Of course, he doesn't know shit about magic, so what does he know? It's all he has to work with right now though and so much is happening.)

The only thing he can think to do is drop down and use any tables and overturned deck chairs as basic cover to try and sneak around the area. Ironically, this only makes him look even more like a cat.

"Min! Min-Gi!"

[opheliac]

Yeah, scream. That will definitely NOT draw attention to yourself.

(hello there. jinx is playing defense mode and is zipping around to check on anyone whose injured or in need of assistance.)

— Okay, look. Just try to find a safe place, alright? If you want, I'll look around for this... "Mingi" person.

[chickenchoicejudy]

Min-Gi. Two words, hard G.

[Now isn't really the time for corrections, but his thoughts are scattered across the entire deck and it's something to latch onto. To his credit, he's at least behind some overturned furniture.]

I have to find him! I-I can't just leave him here!

["--You left me! You left me there to die!"]

I-- do you know him?

[opheliac]

(for a split second, his words reach her in a way that really isn't needed right now. the last she wants is a distraction but her big sister's words ring in her ears crystal clear.

'you can fire that thing if you want but i'm going anywhere. i'm NOT going to abandon you again.'

'i'm sorry, powder. i never meant to leave you.'

with a harsh huff a breath and a shake of her head, jinx forces herself to focus on the now.)

You're not gonna leave him. We're in this crap hell together. — I can't do too much without my weapons but... gimme a description of 'em and I'll bring him to you when I see him. I'm fast so I can scout around.

[chickenchoicejudy]

[Her words reach him and he nods, making himself switch gears.]

H-He's um, he's tall. Slicked back hair.

[God, why is it so hard to sort through what will help and what won't help?]

Korean...probably panicking?

[opheliac]

So lookin' for someone whose panicking? Can do!

(which is probably every single person on this boat. and as for tall, well, she's a short girl and everyone is tall by her standards.)

Just keep your head up, Rock star! Think of this as crazy show and fans going WILD at your music.

[konpeito_aji]

"Bar." Nobunaga just points to the poolside bar Teyrey suggested as protection/fortification for the non-fighters. "I'll get him. Your dream isn't over yet!"

[chickenchoicejudy]

Bar.

He looks from Nobunaga to the place he's gesturing. It's not a bad plan, and he doesn't have it in him to argue anyway, so he nods.

"Got it."

And he changes course, trying to sneak his way over to the poolside bar instead. If there's a safe zone, maybe Min is already there.

[inhairently]

Ah, there he is. An easy target. One Billy had picked out early in the game as a potential decent host for good ol' Dean. Not the toughest guy around, or the coolest, and that's what makes him perfect to take Dean down a couple pegs.

Billy walks over to where Ryan is cowering and looms over him with a cold, insincere smile. The narrative wishes desperately that he'd managed to bum another cigarette off someone at some point so he could have it now to rub that in Ryan's face, too, but alas. It is not to be.

"Hey, man."

[chickenchoicejudy]

Ryan's hiding behind an overturned table, looking for an opening to make his way over to the bar. Get to the bar, it's a safe zone, Nobunaga said so, get to the--

Oh. Someone's...over him.

"Uh. Hey...Steve?"

He hasn't been the most attentive, but that face doesn't look like Steve at all. He's smiling, but it's cold and dark. His name comes out as a desperate question, but Ryan already knows the answer.

Worse, there's no space to run. A table behind him, Steve(?) in front, and legs to either side.

All he can so is try desperately to hold it together.

"C-Crazy party, huh?"

[inhairently]

"Yeah," Billy says. "Real crazy."

He takes a step forward, then another. His movements are slow and deliberate. He's not worried about Ryan escaping because, let's be real, where would he go?

"You need some help?"

[chickenchoicejudy]

He does, actually. He needs help immediately but he's not going to get it from Steve.

Steve isn't here.

"I-- I'm good, actually," he stammers. "I mean, you've probably got places to be, people to...stuff to do!"

Despite everything, he's still leaning back and trying to push against the table, anything to put some space between them. Except, he's push and it isn't going anywhere. It's stuck on something and won't budge.

[inhairently]

Billy shakes his head. "Nope," he says. "Nowhere but here."

He moves quickly and suddenly, lunging forward to pin Ryan to the ground, straddling him just as he had with the man he'd mistaken for Bash. With one hand he grabs Ryan's hair and jerks his head back, with the other he holds the switchblade to his throat.

He doesn't do it right away, not yet. First he leans down close to Ryan's ear and, in a low voice, says, "Don't fight it."

Then, in one swift movement he plunges the knife into Ryan's throat, in and out, just like that.

1/2

[chickenchoicejudy]

There's no time to fight it. There's no time to even protest, really. He struggles, but then Steve...then this guy is straddling him, blade to his throat, hand pulling his hair tight.

It happens so fast.

By the time he's free to move again, he's sliding to the ground. He tries to lift his hand up, as if needing to touch the wound, but his whole arm shakes when he tries.

"St..."

The world tilts.

His eyes...flutter shut.

Post Possession

[midnightroads]

Bash has handled Chase, and now he feels a little like a helium balloon with the string cut. No anchor, no purpose. He's never really known what to do in a fight. But he's here and he's got tools on hand he can use. If...if he only knew who to use them against.

He's still pretty new to the ship. He doesn't know how to tell who's possessed and who isn't. So for the moment, he and the headless body of Oswald motherfucking Wuthridge are going to hang out in a shadowy corner. The headless body, standing upright perfectly fine on its own, is entirely visible. Bash...isn't, not quite. He's a blotch of black against the grey of shadow, form ill-defined.

It is in this state that Catra encounters the pair of them.

[chickenchoicejudy]

Catra's admittedly been looking for easy marks. Ryan has an impressive amount of upper body strength but he's still basically a noodle with no weapons. Pity.

She sees Bash long before he sees Ryan - though, she's not convinced he would notice if Ryan was standing directly in front of him.

A quiet search through his painfully unorganized memories confirms that they don't know each other terribly well - perfect.

When 'Ryan' steps into view he looks horrified.

"O-Oh my god! Is that--?"

He covers his mouth (because it's the easiest way to keep up the charade - make him seem nauseous to hide how amused she is) and his eyes are wide.

"Wh-what happened? Where's the rest of him?"

[midnightroads]

"Fuck if I know." Bash's voice, dull and low, comes from the shadow. "He was like this when I found him. I just...uh. Got him up and walking again. To help watch my back."

Beat.

"...yes, I know he has no eyes, you know what I mean."

[chickenchoicejudy]

Would Ryan laugh? ...Screw it, it was funny, so there's just a little snickering.

"Good one. But no, like. That's terrible! Though...I guess if he's walking around no one else can possess him?"

'Ryan' slinks in a little closer to get a better look. Is this headless zombie actually a threat or is it just some sort of extremely morbid comfort object?

[midnightroads]

"I think technically, in a sense, I'm possessing him. I'm just not riding him like the ghosts are."

Which reminds him, he should check that Ryan's not being...

...oh.

"Oh. Fuck all the way off, you're another of the scraps." Out of the shadow, a vantablack machete reaches out to poke Ryan's chest. "Look, I'll leave you for someone else to handle, but leave me the fuck alone."

After possession :) For them both :))))

[lightconductor]

Well, Watson has not met Ryan, so his memories are of little use there, but Holmes squints a little at familiar mannerisms and gestures with his cane.

"You, now. I do believe I know you. Of all the people who had the luck to come through, it would be you."

:)))))

[chickenchoicejudy]

Ryan's eye narrow, and whoever is inside him isn't making him look very amused.

"Yeah? And who do you think I am?"

Said in a tone that suggests that if he knew, it might be unwise to speak to her like that.

[lightconductor]

"Please, Catra. I do realise you aren't quite as clever as you pretend to be, but neither are you a complete simpleton. Do you think you are anything other than perfectly obvious?"

He waves a hand dismissively.

[sabigoe]

[ Mary is out in the open, glancing around in a wildly, crazed expression that's unsuited for her current form. There's a very specific person that she's searching for in the middle of all the chaos. But still, she can stop and make a few detours. Like right now. Her eyes catch sight of what appears to be an easy target sneaking around.

Grinning, she skips over. The little girl peeks over the table while flailing her steak knife in the air. ]

Peek- a- boo!

[chickenchoicejudy]

[Everyone knows children in horror movies are objectively terrifying. But you know what's even more terrifying? A real child popping out of nowhere with a steak knife!

Ryan lets out an undignified shriek and scrambles back, away from that table.]

I-I DON'T HAVE ANY CANDY!

[sabigoe]

[ As if saying that's going to fend her off! What a funny scream. She can't help but giggle madly about it. She maneuvers her way around the table, taking chase by-- skipping over and cheerfully swinging the knife next to her side. She's coming for you Ryan!!! ]

Weeeell, Halloween's just started! You gotta have some candy left! Let me come over and make suuureeee! Ahaha!