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

[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.