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!

Comments

[not_the_last]

Well, if he's looking for someone to stand behind --

"Over here!"

One of the tables has been knocked onto its side, forming some vague semblance of cover, and there's two women in armor standing nearby with drawn swords. The one in darker armor, one he encountered earlier in the evening, is already turning to look for incoming threats -- but she's clearly the one who called out to him.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion isn't the one she was talking to, but they're going to invite themself over anyhow. None of them can get out of here, and penned in like this, even the most makeshift fortification is better than being out in the open. Their group could also use someone with a ranged weapon, in Bastion's opinion. That, and they make a better animate shield than a human, being constructed out of metal and heavily armored.

They step behind the table, then scan for approaching threats, gun arm sweeping over the fracas. To the group at large they say, // I'm with you.

[thefreak]

Seeing a familiar face is enough of a motivator to get Eddie moving and behind the barricade. His attempt at sliding over the barrier in one graceful motion is thwarted by general clumsiness and he winds up tumbling over, landing on his back, but really so long as he's safe who cares if he makes a fool of himself in front of a couple people.

"Hey thanks!" he calls to Cassandra before poking his head up at Bastion's voice. He gives a thumbs up, eyes scanning the perimeter to point anyone out. Because that's really all he can do, with no weapon, but if he can call out enemies than maybe he'll at least feel a little useful.

"Is it always like this?"

[not_the_last]

"It's the first I've ever seen this happen," she answers, directing the words over her shoulder at him while mostly watching the crowd. "But I haven't been here that long."

i survived the notifpocalypse

[configuration_birdwatcher]

For good measure, they shift into sentry configuration, turret-gun poking out over the table. This is now the most well-protected table on the pool deck, as long as nobody, say, dives over it into the backline, or teleports into their midst. Bastion's not currently shooting into the mob, since they don't have a clear target and wouldn't want to rip apart a non-possessed passenger who was standing in the wrong spot, but Eddie can help with that.

[thefreak]

"Peachy," Eddie mutters in response. He doesn't have much of a choice but to stay out of the action. At least he feels well-protected, though, which is a first. Especially after being the subject of a witch hunt back home, it's nice to have people (sentient machines? in Bastion's case?) and badass ones at that on his side. "Guess we'll just have to wait and see what this hell cruise brings us next time." If there are any possessed passengers coming for them, Eddie doesn't see them. Which is a relief, but surely their luck can't last all night.