come_sailaway | 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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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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