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Gal Friday ([personal profile] palfriday) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-10-25 11:20 pm

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!
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[personal profile] busball 2022-10-26 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He does, unconsciously use the arm to wave before rolling his eyes at himself. “You killed him, huh? I’d ask if we were burning or burying, but I’m not sure I want to be responsible for this.” He lets out a sigh. “Five and Diego would have been the choice siblings for this.”
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-10-26 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ugh, yeah, after everything I did for him," she gives an irritated sigh, but it's Sharky she's most worried about, if he's coming back. And Pratt, if he doesn't.

"Maybe if everything all goes up in flames..." wouldn't that be great. Whatever, she pulls out her phone to text Max, holding her glove between her teeth as she types with one hand, Max will just have to get over the typos. But she sticks close to Klaus, because at least his throwing chairs and nonsense provides good cover.
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[personal profile] busball 2022-10-27 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Klaus offers Ava a small smile that’s more apologetic than anything else. “Sorry about Sharky.” And Pratt, but at least he didn’t have to kill his best friend. That’s maybe a relief? Maybe not.

There goes a pumpkin. Rip little pumpkin. “If this whole ship goes up in flames, we’re all fucked and Five can’t time jump us out of danger. So maybe not.”
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-10-27 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
She notices another unread text, winces at the timestamp, and shoves her phone away. "Nah, you know. At least he's not here to witness this." Because Sharky seems like he'd be pretty bummed about everyone killing each other. Then again, he'd probably be the cause of everything going up in flames.

Ava gets splattered by somebody's blood. Whose? No idea, but there's plenty going around so does it matter. She wipes it across her face, and then slips her glove back on. "Phoned a friend. So maybe Maximilien can go get backup."
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[personal profile] busball 2022-10-27 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. That's true." Klaus feels for Pratt. He's currently feeling for himself a little, too. "But we're still trapped here and I can't fight for shit unless it's hand-to-hand or I have a rifle. So...you know. Ugh."

Klaus looks at the blood and sighs. Tonight is going to be one of those nights. "I guess I'm going to have to hope for a new dress. There's no way this one is going to come out of this worth keeping." He looks at it. "Or I guess I'll just dye it some darker color to cover up all the blood stains." The worst. "Oh! I hope so! Tell him I said hi!"