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]

"Not over the life of another, Mister Holmes. Not one life. None." César's voice is suddenly devoid of emotion. "You know about the collars." Not 'stabilizer rings', collars. "How it took the promise of profit through slavery for the Consortium to find every life as precious as I did."

Then everything cracks, and César lets out a hysterical laugh. "My soul's already forfeit! The Devil owns it!"

And then he hisses. "It doesn't matter if I can conceive the Hell that awaits. Whatever it is, I will deserve it. I'll gladly take my place in Hell!"

Are they even having the same conversation anymore?

[sixthdeadliest]

Well, at least Dr. Salazar could admit that much.

"Some of us never had a choice to begin with and decided to just accept it early on," Six stated darkly. "I'm intimately familiar with Hell, so don't think you have a monopoly on experiencing it already."

[lightconductor]

His expression is icy cold, as though carved from marble. "The Devil may indeed own your soul," he says, "and you are on his ship, having an easier time of it than we ever did. You would do well to remember that."

Holmes looks between the two of them, struggling to regain some measure of his composure. At the end of the day, though, he is only a man, and a poor excuse for one to begin with, eccentric and too inclined to lean on the chemical support of drugs before he ever went through any of this and reached this level of desperation. "It seems we are at an impasse, gentlemen. Well, I did think I would try. A pity. Perhaps I will go meet Mr. Summer and see him for myself, instead."

And he smiles, bright and sunny and more than a little deranged.

[pineapplesalmon]

The static comes back, and there's nothing that César can do. He can't stop Holmes or protect the one family member he has left here.

In frustation, rage, and grief, he snarls out: "¡Anda cagar forro!"

[sixthdeadliest]

Six kept his eyes focused on Holmes as he said, "Cálmate, doctor."

The other man was clearly calculating, using Dr. Watson's knowledge of Dr. Salazar to try and throw the man off. The question was did Holmes understand Spanish at all? Was it possible he and Dr. Salazar could talk to each other in front of him without him using what they said against them?

[lightconductor]

He tuts rapidly, lifting his chin. "No seas grosero, Doctor." Mocking, not scandalised. "You have the tongue of a stevedore. But I do believe I have overstayed my welcome, and you've rejected my very kind offer, so I shall take my leave."

Holmes smiles. "I bid you gentlemen adieu. Perhaps we shall meet later, when you've had some time to reconsider."

[pineapplesalmon]

That answers that question, doesn't it? Bastard. He's not going to comment on that.

César's nostrils flare as he breathes in. "It was the inevitable conclusion. And my decision is final."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six turned away from Holmes. He didn't say anything in response to the spirit's jibe, not wanting to give the man any sort of pleasure in doing so.

If he could do so, he was going to avoid the man for the rest of this debacle.

[lightconductor]

He bows, hand over his heart with a broad smile, and turns to go, with a dramatic little twirl of his cane as he goes.

THANK YOU for twirling the cane I was hoping you would.

[pineapplesalmon]

César watches him leave, forces his anger into the deepest recesses of his mind, and says softly. "... let's get the Infirmary ready."

[sixthdeadliest]

Well, at least the good doctor finally decided to listen to his original advice.

He didn't say anything, just started walking.

[pineapplesalmon]

Someday, you're going to have a family, Six. And then you're going to understand.

But for now... César's going in the same direction.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six stayed silent as they walked in the direction of the infirmary. At the moment, he buried his earlier anger. There were more important things to focus on right now.

At least he could focus on what was currently necessary.

However, he was basically glaring out at the world as if the ship itself had offended him.

[pineapplesalmon]

"... ... ... "

César glances at him once. A few minutes later, he glances again. And then a third time.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six ignored it the first two times. The third finally prompted a dry "Can I help you?"

[pineapplesalmon]

He looks mildly embarrassed. "... you really do wear your glasses all the time."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Yes, I do."

Very observant, doctor. No wonder you have a PhD.

[pineapplesalmon]

Why, thank you.

Even at night. Rex probably asked about them repeatedly. Not that Six would remember anymore.

"Sorry. My brain wants to think about anything other than John being dead."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Then focus on what you need to do to get the infirmary ready," Six stated flatly. "There's nothing you can do for him now."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I'll do my best. But it's hard to stop a brain like mine and Rex's from finding tangents. It's built into the structures of our brains. I'm better at truncating them than Rex is."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six blew out an exasperated breath. Well, if it was the only way...

Without looking back at his companion, he said, "I assume your observation about my sunglasses was supposed to go somewhere...?"

[pineapplesalmon]

"Not really. Or, more precisely, it'd be rude to go further than that." César shrugs. "Not that would've stopped Rex's questions."

[sixthdeadliest]

"No, it wouldn't have, but that doesn't mean you won't either."

Everybody asked about the sunglasses.

[pineapplesalmon]

César sighs. "I'm... not going to do that. I know what it's like to be constantly poked and prodded for who I am."

[sixthdeadliest]

"A lot of people do but that doesn't stop them. Humans are worse than chickens like that."