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Gal Friday ([personal profile] palfriday) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-10-25 11:20 pm

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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[personal profile] nyktifanis 2022-10-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Venti... if you can hear me...

( she mutters with a hand to her side, the exposed flesh of hers stinging as the tips of her fingers feel the amount of damage done to her body. the gore and viscera that's been ripped, the immediate shock to her body as it heaves tiredly. she's already draining her master dry to lessen the pain that she's feeling, but she's still conscious enough to keep going. she is the son of zeus, a being that was blessed with a body that was invulnerable to damage, and so she has to keep going. for the people here, and for the god that isn't here to have control of his body. )

It'll be fine. ( like it's a mantra, a reminder even though she knows that he can't hear her. ) This is it...

( the poem doesn't go unheard even if she feels her heart echo in her ears, it all clatters together as the room tends to grow louder and louder with a worried look on her face as the other strikes with abandon, the specter closing the gap at amazing speed. if he manages to attack her head, then she knows that her days here are over— damage to her spiritual core will alarm her brother, he'll know instantly of her demise, but if this world acts differently by splitting them when they first came here then maybe he'll remain even if...