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]

César can hear the desperation creeping in. He tucks Johnny's head under his chin, rubbing his back. Keeping his voice gentle and calm.

"Not even this would stop me from touching you. We'll figure something out. Gloves, gauze, something."

[businessorlibation]

Johnny doesn’t respond aloud, just presses all of himself against César heavily and closes his eyes.

It’s all too much and his mind is done.

[pineapplesalmon]

Johnny's dirty and damp, blood on his clothes. Exhausted. Going to drop if they stand like this for too long. César lets go of the towel and puts both arms around him, holding him tight.

"... You can wear socks on your hands for tonight. We'll figure out the rest tomorrow. Here, I'll help you get dressed for bed."

The towel isn't being soaked through, so that's something they can work with. César gives Johnny a good five seconds to process that before he loosens his hug and keeps an arm around Johnny's shoulders to guide him out of the bathroom.

[businessorlibation]

“Oh. Alright.” He is pliable like pipe cleaners. Allowing himself to be guided and moved with no resistance, offering no opinion on pajamas. Sorry, César, he isn’t a very good conversationalist in this state.

[pineapplesalmon]

He doesn't feel up to conversing much himself. On his way, he snags another towel. César finds a place for Johnny to comfortably stand and moves in front of him. Then, he slings the towel over his own shoulder and starts gently stripping Johnny out of his costume.

If things are going back to normal, the room will repair itself. Discarded clothes are not going to ruin it. When Johnny's out of his clothes, César wraps the towel around his shoulders.

"I'll get you some pajamas." César leans in first for a reassuring kiss before straightening and going to grab them. "I'll bring Rich in here with us and get some food we can eat cold. We'll all wake up together."

[businessorlibation]

"And we'll all be ourselves. Yes, that's perfect."

He lets César dress him, before he moves to the bed, curling up into a little Johnny-ball.

[pineapplesalmon]

"I'll be back soon." César promises as he tucks Johnny in and kisses his cheek sweetly.

Then, he goes changing into his normal clothes, washes out the sink, and grabs his own tote bag of medical supplies. He can't... quite make himself take Watson's. Also apparently they must've carried his sword cane back because César totally rests that on top of Watson's doctor's bag and just spends a moment, stroking it with a trembling hand.

Soon, they'll be together again. All four of them and more besides.

With one last glance back to Johnny, César picks up their little 'jam' to prevent the door from locking (it's just a piece of metal and leather César fitted for the lock) He sets it in place and leaves. There's work left to do.