come_sailaway | monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

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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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[she's clawing her way back up through the floor, because she was in the middle of a fight she intended to finish when everything fell and she just kept on falling, barely managing to catch hold. she's glitching and huffing in frustrated exhaustion with most of her torso lifted out of the rubble, hair soaked and legs dangling through the ceiling of the casino below. when she finally glances up to where everyone else's attention is and... waves.]

[waves back.

ACTUALLY. pauses. reaches into his pocket.

pulls out a very tiny punkin that has the literal "it's a mystery" ghost carved into it.

puts the pumpkin back in his pocket.]

[squuuuuuiiiints and then smiles aw he got a bit festive after all. right before the structural damage she's done to the floor with the clawing gives out under the weight of the rubble and she smashes through into the casino anyway. ow.

long pause:]

I'm okay!

Ah. Good evening.

[He says to the mess that just landed on the poker table in front of him.]

How was the party?

[dazed sort of blinkblink oh her favorite person, and then she tries to push herself back up in a scramble of limbs, scattering cards and chips in the process. ow ow ow she said she was okay but she's really feeling it now she's trying to move.]

Not over. But I am. [pretty sure her afterparty offer to 6 is no longer an option. sticks her arms out with a little pout] Carry me? [he said no last time but look Max her leg is a bit busted.]

[A couple of things should happen here: he should probably be a little more perplexed as to why she fell through the floor, he should definitely be suspicious that this might not even be Ava, and he shouldn't carry her because that's going to set a horrible precident.

None of those things happen.

He simply stands up and scoops her up into his arms like a literal Omnic in shining armor.]

I take it the Captain came to assist?

[Probably the closest he'll get to admitting he want and requested help. He'll just head towards the elevators and away from here.]

[she wraps an arm over Max's shoulder, and rests her head against his other. powering the claws took a lot more out of her than she expected... and even though there's a too late opportunity to gather all the body parts she could ever need for a failed science experiment, all she can think about is collapsing somewhere quiet and sleeping this off and hope tomorrow is different.]

Mhm. To watch. [no idea if the Captain's actually assisting any, but it's a mess everyone else can deal with.] Friday's dead. [Jenny is dead, Pickles is dead. whatever brat inside Fio is probably dead and she never saw 6 again... but Skulduggery will be fine. and Undine was still standing.]

But I was right. So. Hah.

He'll bring her back. More than twenty minutes dealing with the likes of us and all the things she does and he'd sink the ship himself; he needs her, even if I doubt he'd ever admit it.

Right about what? Friday?

But at least the evil witch inside her's been banished. Don't even know who she was. Decided she's Monday. Because those are awful. [as if she's ever worked a M-F 9-5 in her life, but she knows and trusts Garfield's judgment on the matter.]

... Yeah. You should be very impressed.

[He doesn't stop walking, but there is a brief pause in his step.]

So everyone had to be killed then? You know, I think the two of us should stop being right about everything for a while. We always think the worst and I'm starting to wonder if we're manifesting that into being.

[He'd been at the party for less than two hours and told at least three people he thought the night would be capped off with a massacre. Ava had known Maeve was possessed, known Friday was... Hm. Were the two of them perhaps too good at this?]

Oh I am. I'll act suitably excited about that when the ship has less holes in it, and we're not about to be attacked by anyone fleeing from the Captain. [Wait what did he just say about being right all the time.] I probably shouldn't have said that out loud.

Seems so. Being right doesn't mean much, when it's too late and everything still ends in death. Guess it was foolish of me, trying to be sympathetic. Wanting to help. I still think it's unfair. [she closes her eyes, tries reminding herself that everyone will be back, hopefully as themselves, whenever things get cleaned up... but it doesn't help knowing what the ghosts are going back to.]

They got Fio, too. [wobbly little whisper]

Oh being right rarely helps anything, it just gives you a well-deserved air of superiority. Usually it means you're the first to see the problems and no one listens to you. [He sounds like he's speaking from experience as he leans against the wall still holding her while waiting for the elevator.] This place isn't working so well for our sad demise into heroicness is it? I blame Skulduggery.

[There's something resembling a wince in the way the apertures of his eyes close.]

Someone had to kill her I assume. You?

I know the no one listens part, well enough. [small appreciative glance] Well, you do.

And no, it really isn't. It's a lot of effort and not a whole lot of anything in return. I think it's proof we weren't really made for it. But at least I don't have to feel guilty cutting out early once again. Let the heroes have their moment.

[quiet pause, burying her face more against Max's shoulder]

No. Not me. I don't know who, thankfully I didn't have to witness it. Even if it wasn't her... it was another child.

Unfortunately we're the two least likely to be listened to by everyone else. Ebalon, who has quite literally murdered people here, sends out a mass notice with Venti attempting to get people to get along for the good of the ship, but I'm sure if I did the same thing I'd be launched overboard.

I don't know what they get out of it, we don't even have the warm satisfaction of a job well done! [Honestly being a hero seems like it sucks. All he's done so far is ask someone for help and escort someone away from danger and he already feels like trash.]

Ah. Well. At least you didn't have to see it. [The elevator distracts him for a moment, and he almost doesn't ask because this is getting dangerously close to sounding like he cares, but...] What do you suppose happens to them? The previous passengers who have possessed people. Are they killed? Sucked back into the ship?

Seems unfair, doesn't it. But I think it's better to be invisible. In the end. Than somebody that people watch. Tomorrow, they'll all go check in on each other. But there won't be anyone at our doors, Max. And we won't be the first faces anyone wishes to see.

But I think we made it out okay. Could be worse. [small kiss to the side of his face] Thank you. You're better than any hero to me.

[she's extremely glad she didn't have to see, knew she couldn't bring herself to do it, but has accepted somebody needed to.] Oh. Sucked back into the ship, probably. Back into the nothing. ... It sounds awful.

That's for the best, less complicated, easier to maintain some distance from everything that's going on.

[Somewhere in there he realizes that there's a chance no one but Ava or Skulduggery would notice if he got sucked into the ship himself. If he vanished one day, no one would go looking for him, no one would mourn him. And maybe it's better that way. Probably.]

You're only saying that because I'm carrying you back to your room. [A soft chuckle.] I will say I don't feel particularly heroic, not that I know what that should feel like, but I'm sure it isn't this.

Back into the nothing?

... Would you like me to come find you? Promise it won't be in the laundry room this time.

[she would notice, and she would mourn, and she'd probably go straight to the Captain to beg for him back. Ava holds onto him a bit tighter.]

You're always the one swooping me away from the danger. Or am I not meant to point that out?

[a quiet pause, trying to remember specifically what she's been told beyond how she's chosen to interpret it] Nothing. When they're gone. There's no awareness, they don't know they're pouring drinks or making beds. Who or where they are, no memories or real consciousness. Just nothing. That's what they were so afraid of going back to.

Hm, that depends. How much bread are we planning on bringing each other in this scenario?

[She can hug him tighter, and he'll shift his grip on her, and this is just normal things that two people do after one of them had to messily kill her friends and the other disassociated into a bucket of poker chips.]

Oh you can point it out to me, I'm well aware. It's anyone else who's the problem. Though by now, they've probably noticed. Well, maybe not considering how little anyone pays attention to either of us.

[Someone should probably be snickering about these two behind their backs, and he's fairly certain no one is.]

I don't blame them, it's not a good sensation at all. Probably worse since organic beings aren't really made to shut off like that.

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