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come_sailaway2022-10-25 11:20 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- farscape: john crichton,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: six,
- genshin impact: venti,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- infinity train: ryan akagi,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- original: april caouette,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of the abyss: tear grants,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the prisoner: number 6,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
monday's child is fair of face (2/2)
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!
[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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That's Ossie's voice, but not... Ossie's accent? And Ossie appears to be laying leisurely across the shoulders of a one-armed animatronic, that looks, somehow, sad, despite not having a face that can move.
"Think you can weather this one? What's the forecast for tonight, huh? I hate to rain on your parade, but there's a hundred percent chance of MURDER!!!"
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It's like his eyes turn red, the way the frustration, annoyance, and rage falls on his face, seeing his friend be worn like this. And like a bull, he charges.
"You--!"
Yakko better move if he doesn't want to get grabbed and shaken down like an old carpet.
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Yakko reels backwards, hands up.
"No need to get stormy!! I know this is a hail-mary but could you lower the pressure a little?? I'm all bluster!!"
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"HA HA HA HA!" he snarls, loud and hollow and cruel, in an ugly tone that no one aboard the ship has ever heard him use but feels more familiar to him than saying please or thank you. "Ha ha, wow, you're so funny. So smart that you're stooping to the same stupid cracks I've heard for hundreds of years." He's exaggerating(?), so what. Get some new material!
"Where are your cameras, eh, buddy? Where's your audience? I don't hear the canned laughter. Where--" and he lunges again, grabbing for the front of Yossie's shirt, "--are your friends?"
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Ossie yelps, giggling nervously as Phil manages to get the front of his shirt-
"Hey- you think this is easy!? You should see the writing crew they've got me working with for this season- it's one guy and he's not even union! You've gotta recycle the classics at some point!"
Yakko attempts to duck his head out through his shirt and slip free, singing-
"So bada bah bah suck my @#$%&! I'm OUT!"
Hey Yakko how did you make that noise with your mouth-
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He's lying. He has to be. There's no way he knows a single thing about him.
(And yet, here on this ship...)
It's just enough of a distraction that Ossie slips clean from his fingers with a comically appropriate slide whistle phwoop! just as Phil is about to clock him over the head, and suddenly there's a shirtless (...titless?) man running away from him through the bloodbath.
"Get back here, you little--!"
Yeah, good luck escaping an owl's hunt.
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Yakko tears through the crowd as fast as these weirdly long legs can carry him, and then whips out his secret weapon.
It's groucho glasses with the fake nose and moustache.
Phil will never see it coming. He's a master of disguise!!
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Then he hurtles forwards and swings.
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"Ow- OW- YOU HIT A GUY WITH GLASSES??!"
The plastic breaks ineffectually and Yakko clasps at his beautiful human-ish face!
"That's the one thing you don't do!!! C'mon!!! I'm just like you, I have feelings!! Ambitions! Goals! It's not like this guy is using this weirdly smooth body for anything!!"
He's so supple and smooth, like a dolphin. Or a shark.
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(Nevermind that that would mean killing the man. He'll... have to cross that bridge once he gets to it. If he gets to it.)
"I don't care." He should, really, but now is not the time for that--not when caring is the lead to their slaughter. "Get out."
And he swings again, intending to shatter the knuckledusters against his skull.
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Yakko voices, because this body doesn't come with its own sound effects.
"OwwwWWWwwww-ow ow-" he whines, big ambiguously coloured eyes watering at Phil.
"I caaaaaan't, I'm just stuck in here until- HEY IS THAT A TEENAGE GIRL IN MORTAL PERIL!?-"
He points across the room.
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Yakko doesn’t even need to run. Phil bolts upright, immediately reconstituting his knuckledusters and looking out over the crowd, bolting as soon as he sees a flash of armor. Fuck this guy, someone else can get him.