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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how many times do I get to write being stabbed in this event

[lightconductor]

Watson was unprepared for that; he hadn't honestly expected Omori to do anything of the kind, and in retrospect, that was maybe kind of foolish of him. He crumples to the ground with a gasp of pain, and then in that vulnerable moment, something seizes control of him.

When he straightens, his expression is very different, keener, colder. He takes a moment to look at himself, passes a hand wonderingly over his moustache.

"Am I -- what the devil, Omori. You've gone and put me in Watson's body."

so many times...

[firewalled]

Omori hadn't expected this to happen so fast. When he'd done it with Mary, it had been slower... he hadn't really been able to tell when Mara took over with Maeve, since they hadn't met before, but he supposes it could have been quick... still, it doesn't give him enough time to process what he's done, not even enough time to drop the knife before Watson straightens, and looks at him in that demeaning way he's... unfortunately very familiar with.

"Mr. Holmes?" Great. "I-I didn't mean to! I didn't want to hurt him at all!" Especially since he's nicer that you!

[lightconductor]

"You have a funny way of showing it," he snaps, then passes his hand over his eyes. As annoyed as he is, Omori is still a child. "No, there must be a way to fix this. I am here, and I have Watson's body safe under my control. It's not precisely as I would have wanted but... I can work with this. This is an unexpected bump, not a failure."

And then he sighs extravagantly, and waves a hand to make his point. "Why did you stab him? You didn't want to, he wasn't a threat. I could have ended up in any body during this entire blasted party and then kept Watson quite safe, and it would have been perfect."

He pauses, then adds, "My God but Watson has been having an interesting time of it here, though."

[firewalled]

"I-I don't know... I, um, I just got scared..." He wasn't listening, and he was going to abandon him, and he was going to replace him with Rich again. Everything in Omori's head had sounded like certain facts at the time... but he's starting to see that paranoia had taken over his rational thought. He looks down at the ground, guilty, before Holmes speaks up again and makes Omori slightly nervous.

"Y-You mean with his family? He seems... really happy."

[lightconductor]

"He always was inclined to be outrageously romantic," he sniffs, but under the disdain there's something distinctly fond. "An incurable sentimentalist. Now, Omori." He turns, in a swirl of Halloween costume, which is not quite as dramatic as he might have liked. "If you want to keep that body you've claimed, you really ought to try to find a way to make yourself useful."

[firewalled]

"But... why is being romantic a bad thing?" If he's happy, and happy in a place like this, surely he has the right ideas about some things...

Granted, that could just be Omori not wanting to agree with Holmes, whose patronizing look makes him feel immensely uncomfortable.

"Make myself useful? I don't know what you mean..." He literally brought you back, you could be a little nicer about this.