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!

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[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."

[goodweather]

César's facade doesn't fool Phil, but it doesn't need to. Fear is inevitable and completely uncontrollable--but to set it aside, that's a skill, and César's steeling himself allows Phil to do the same.

He takes a deep breath and tries to focus.

"We'll see what happens," is all he can promise. "There's still time. I can... I can try and find them. Do you want me to do that?"

[pineapplesalmon]

"No." César's response is surprisingly immediate; he forces a smile. "... thank you. Don't divide your attention. Do everything within reason to stay alive. And with any luck... we'll see each other again."

[goodweather]

"... Okay." He can't return the smile, but he can return the resolution. "I'll... I'll see you on the other side."

Phil turns, one last glance cast behind him, and slips back into the fray.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Godspeed." César murmurs, maybe even sending The Lord's Prayer after Phil in his thoughts.

And in this realm where prayers cannot reach, it is answered by Yakko Warner instead. God, if only I could think of the punchline to that one.