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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- farscape: john crichton,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: six,
- genshin impact: venti,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- infinity train: ryan akagi,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- original: april caouette,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of the abyss: tear grants,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the prisoner: number 6,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
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!
[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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it's almost-funny. she'll not-laugh about it later.
rita seems to be having a moment of profound realization, but mizuki had texted clarke some confirmation an hour or so prior, and she'd also been full up on suspicious faculties while watching him make eyes at jinx and set his hand on fire to amuse ebalon. now, somewhere in the distance, he's trying to rip both of them to shreds. she would love to allow the other girl her moment of hysterical realization, but to her right, castor of the dioscuri is launching himself at whoever is wearing shi qingxuan's meatsuit with a blinding flash of blue light. and to their left, venti is getting shredded through the chest by a blast from pickles' shotgun.
both hands find rita's shoulders, and clarke gives her an aggressive shake. get your head back on your shoulders girl, and quickly — ) Because he's one of the fucking possessed, Rita! Now we have to move!
( and, yanno what? she doesn't have a lot of strength left in her. blood loss is a slow way to die but it saps the energy from the limbs pretty quickly. still, any last bit in her bones seemed well used on the endeavor of getting both of them out of the line of fire, and clarke puts an amazing amount of effort into getting a arm around the younger girl's torso and attempting to half-carry, half-drag her towards the shadowed maze entrance of the party.
no natsuno-finding for you. )
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[The carnage around them feels distant right now. Not...unimportant, but not a priority. No, the priority is...Natsuno, possessed. Rita's stunned as she turns that over in her mind--it's the only reason he would be doing any of the things he's been doing, and yet...it's not comforting in the least. Because if that's not Natsuno, then where is he? Is he gone? Again, already?
Her temporary wide-eyed stupor allows Clarke to drag her several steps before Rita's abruptly digging her heels in again and wrenching her arm away, this time far more insistently. She still has no idea where her thoughts are going to settle on Clarke. For now--that wound is unmistakably bad, and so Rita tries to give her an insistent shove in the direction of the exit.]
No! I need--you need to move before you're dead; I'm finding Yuuki! I can't just--forget about him! He has to come back! I can't... He's... Just get yourself out of here, already!
[And she shakes her head. This is too much; she can't handle it all. Natsuno-finding is the thing she's going to focus on, and so she turns on her heel and dashes off into the fog. Somewhere--she can hear his voice, even though it sounds wrong, and she'll follow it-]
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( they'd been making progress, they'd gotten several steps from where they met. but then the other girl is squirming and slamming down her feet and shoving out of clarke's grasp in a way she, at her best, probably could have handled usually. but she's weak, losing a sense of balance and complete control over the muscles in her arms. rita wriggles away, and sends clarke back a halfstep when trying to shove her towards the useless exit.
it's a beautiful sentiment, what rita shouts at her. a lovely example of loyalty. but seems like a fools errand; a big quest, when they have maybe minutes to get out of here. a big ask, when they still don't really know the depths of what they're dealing with here, do they? rita has to know this, right? yet still shakes her head and turns to plunge back into danger. and clarke's screaming after her: )
No! He wouldn't want you to die!!
( but then a piano (?? what the actual fuck??) falls out of the sky uncomfortably nearby. it crunches, bits fly in every direction and clarke has to flinch; close her eyes and turn her face to protect her eyes. and by the time she looks back up, rita mordio's disappeared into the swell of bodies and chaos and violence and bloodshed. the bottom of her stomach drops out, then twists back up like a knife of anxiety in the guts. but she can't stop, and couldn't handle pushing back into the depths of the fray to try to find her. they're just going to have to hope for the best, and pray that rita doesn't get outright murdered by a ghost wearing the face of their friend. )