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

OTA - Just outside the barrier (panic or get murdered in front of César because no escape??)

[pineapplesalmon]

César was warned by Omori two minutes to midnight. He had tried to convince his fiancés to leave with him. They didn't. And with Omori in Rich's body...

He was leaving his family behind again for the greater good. Just like he had in the Nanite Event. César would just be another target. A better use of him would be to prep the Infirmary, and so he goes to do exactly that.

The shouts and screams change everything. No! He's made the wrong choice. Why didn't he stay, why didn't he stay, why didn't he stay?!

César tries to turn around, but the decision is made for him by the barrier that won't yield against his palms. Nothing happens as chaos unfolds on the other side. There's nothing he can do.

"John! Johnny!"

Once again, there's nothing he can do.

[goodweather]

Phil isn't who he's looking for, but it's a friendly face besides.

"César!" Phil shouts, running towards him. "César, you..."

He looks at his palms, pressed white against the air. Phil realizes in an instant what he's looking at, but he refuses to take it lying down all the same, so he charges towards the empty space next to them and swings, the desperate impact shattering one of his ice knuckledusters against the barrier.

No dice, of course.

"They're still in there," he says, breathless, because of course Phil's making it about them, not him. "Please. You have to find a way."

[pineapplesalmon]

César locks horror-filled eyes with Phil, voice strained. "They chose. They chose to stay. This is magic, I can't...."

[goodweather]

He'll never ever understand some people's motivations. Not why they stayed and not why César went without them. That fact matters less than the one than the fact that they still need to help.

"... What are you talking about?" He can just barely keep the tremble out of his voice. "César, God, please, I don't know what will happen to them. They're going to try and kill us all and if they do it right, we're not coming back."

[pineapplesalmon]

An explanation is extraneous information now, and there isn't time anyway. Besides, what Phil says is more important information.

"What?" César's voice breaks. "They're trying to do what?"

Not again. Not again. Not again.

[goodweather]

They're going to slaughter us all, Phil wants to say, but that's a little too melodramatic even for his taste, and it's not helpful right now. César doesn't need a panic attack right now any more than the rest of them.

So he tries everything he can to choke his fear.

"They'll kill us," he says. "They want our bodies and they're going to get them by killing all of us. We're--we're trying to fight them off, but if--if--"

[pineapplesalmon]

Static tries to claim César's brain. He closes his eyes against it and forces it away as he breathes. César looks up to Phil, putting a hand on the barrier near the other man's. Noticeably calmer but still scared. Even that is just a thin veneer that can be pierced at any moment.

"If they take you all out, then I have no chance at all." César states the facts as they are. "I am one man, without any means to change the course of this fight."

He swallows. "Our only hope is that the others can fight them off. All isn't lost. Not yet. W-We have to believe that, Phil."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six hadn't attended the party. He hated parties. Instead, he'd chosen to do a basic patrol of the ship. He found it to be a more effective use of his time despite what others might say.

He'd passed close by the party area, immediately picking up on the screaming. Swearing, he'd rushed towards the noise. If there was a chance that anything could be done, it'd be best to get there as quickly as possible.

Seeing César panicking with his hands pressed against a barrier confirmed that there was little if anything that they could do.

"What happened?" he said, tone sharp to try and grab César's attention and force him to focus.

[pineapplesalmon]

Six, thank you for existing; César manages to take a breath and look over at him, eyes wide, face pale. "The ghosts possessing people are trying to kill everyone in there and take over their bodies. No one can escape. The barrier seems spherical."

[sixthdeadliest]

Yes, he knows he's amazing, but he'll say "I told you so" later.

Six frowned as he looked from the barrier to César. "Any reason they suddenly became hostile?"

[pineapplesalmon]

SHHHH.

"A trap." It's a simple answer. "It was a trap. Omori warned me two minutes before. I-I tried to get Watson and Johnny out, but they.... elected to stay and fight."

Oh, the pain in his voice.

[sixthdeadliest]

"You said Omori attempted to warn you. He knew ahead of time?"

[pineapplesalmon]

"Yes. He only told me we had to get out. The rest was implied." César's eyes stay on Six. "Meaning there wasn't enough time to tell everyone else without inviting even deadlier chaos."

[chickenchoicejudy]

"César! César, help!"

Ryan runs up to the barrier and hits his hands against it, fingers curling. Blood runs down the front white stripe of his costume. He looks panicked, because who wouldn't be?

"César, I'm scared! W-We're all gonna die in here, dude! What do I--?"

What does he do???? César????????

[pineapplesalmon]

"Ryan!" César's hands are immediately at the barrier, eyes wide and worried.

He's already been hurt; César notes this as he keeps his voice reasonably calm. "Breathe. Close your eyes and try to breathe, okay? Now's not the time to panic."

[chickenchoicejudy]

"But I-- I-I can't find Min! What if he's like, dead or something?!"

The breaths he takes are large and exaggerated, almost comically hyperventilating. He closes his eyes, resting his head against the barrier like it's a pane of glass.

And then?

He laughs. He cackles.

The fingertips curl in even more, as if clawing the glass. When his eyes open, it's clear he's not the one home. The grin has too many teeth.

"Ha! You should've seen your face! I can't believe you actually bought that."

Catra leans back and tilts Ryan's head so Cesar can see the cause of death - a gruesome stab wound to the neck.

"This loser's long gone."

1/2

[pineapplesalmon]

If she liked that face, she'll like the completely shock on César's face right after.

[pineapplesalmon]

And then he grabs a hold of his face and wipes it. So it's a ghost, then. An immature one at that.

Which is when his parenting skills kick in. You don't reward such behavior. César turns around and crosses his arms, ignoring her.

Poor Ryan....

[chickenchoicejudy]

Oh, she liked that look a lot.

The blatant attempt to ignore her though? Not so much.

"Awww. Didn't like that, huh?" If she can't mock him to his face she'll mock him to his back. "This guy thinks you're pretty smart, but this is just sad. I mean...you had to know this would've happened to everyone. Right?"

[pineapplesalmon]

He's an older brother. A much older brother. To a young man as loud as you.

César's going to ignore you.

Here to panic! o7

[firewalled]

Rich's body is there on the other side of the barrier, suddenly close enough to speak to. His clothes are bloodied... though it doesn't look to be his blood. And on top of that, he still has his knife, also glinting red in the dim light.

But there are tears in his eyes as he stumbles towards the barrier.

"César? César, why... why are Johnny and Watson still here? I told you to take them... I-I told you..."

God, did they see anything? Do they know what horrible things Omori has done already, even when he seemed to be improving and learning? Do they know what he did to Watson?

woooo panic time

[pineapplesalmon]

César tries to mask his pain, but fails. Omori's already bloodied by a fight. Things are about ready to get a whole lot worse.

"I told them. But they chose to stay."

[firewalled]

Omori looks away, chest aching with grief that he knows he doesn't deserve to have. If he feels like this, César must be devastated.

"...Have you seen Johnny?"

He probably should avoid him, to be fair, but he wants to know if at least he's alright...

[pineapplesalmon]

Devastated doesn't begin to even cover it. He's potentially losing everything. Again.

César shakes his head. "No, I haven't. He hasn't texted me, either."

... strange he's only asking about Johnny. He must have seen Watson recently. César almost opens his mouth to ask, but then... thinks better of it. He doesn't want to know. He can't.

"Are you okay?"

[firewalled]

Omori looks incredibly worried... and incredibly guilty at that. He hugs himself with one arm, looking down at the ground, and at the question, he shakes his head.

"Everyone's fighting... everyone's upset. I don't want my friends to go back to nothing again, but I don't want any of you to end up there either. I d-didn't manage to warn you in time, and Watson got hurt because of it, and-"

He takes a sharp, shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut. "A-And Rich keeps making me cry and I hate it."