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!

Comments

[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."

[pineapplesalmon]

A quirk that's almost a smile. "Can't agree with you more there."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six snorted. "That surprises me. I would've expected you to tell me that was unnecessarily harsh or something similar."

[pineapplesalmon]

César takes a moment to think before he glances at Six again. "... No. It isn't."

There are layers to that statement, which César explains as he looks forward.

"I've been harassed for being noticeably different. Instead of asking about why I wear sunglasses, people ask if I'm crazy. Or state it. Even Rex." His expression flickers a moment of grief. "Only with my parents, fiancés, and son has that word never been derogatory."

[sixthdeadliest]

"I read the report of when you arrived and kidnapped Rex. Given the amount of ordinance and personnel Providence has on hand, particularly at HQ, only an incredibly-confident lunatic would openly attack it." Like Van Kleiss given one of the reports Six had read. "Without knowing you missed out on five years, it's not an unreasonable assumption."

Because that's when Rex called you nuts, right? He doesn't remember the details that aren't in the report.

[pineapplesalmon]

César sighs. "Understandable in those circumstances. But I don't think he ever adjusted his view after."

Then, quieter. "I suppose I can't blame him. I don't doubt you when you say Rex cares, but I have a feeling he'd rather have...."

He trails off. "Now's not the time."

[sixthdeadliest]

"No, it isn't," Six agreed, "but we're close to the infirmary regardless."

The chat as they walked had made time pass a bit quicker.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Especially since the current situation is warping my thoughts away from what you told me before." César can see the Infirmary ahead. "... All right. Let's get to work."