come_sailaway | monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

Entry tags:

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!

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course Undine's immediately going to transform, and as she does, all the water floats out of the pool in one large blorble, hovering over the party like her personal orb of ammunition. She's ready to fight; she's ready to defend her friends. She looks around for whoever's going to make the first murderous move, eyes glowing vividly.

"What the fuck?!"

Tendi is looking up in shock as the body tumbles to the ground, and draws out her phaser. "Ok then...I mean, someone here would tell me if this was NOT part of the party right? I read that things get scary at halloween parties?"

Well, fuck. [he doesn't have much idea of what's going on but then he never does. It also doesn't really matter. Strangely he's not panicked or he's so far beyond that point he doesn't give a damn.

He takes off his jacket and spits out his fake teeth and takes off his cravat to use as a weapon should he need it even as he rolls up his sleeves]

Let's go then.

[he's probably the weakest fighter here when it comes to that but he will do whatever it takes to help those he cares about survive the night]

Yep, this is about right.

Darcy's already armoured and ready to go when 'Friday' makes her little proclamation, and all the rage and powerlessness that has been building up this month finally breaks, she draws her weapons and refuses to cower.

"COME GET SOME YOU MUSTY DEAD BITCHES-" she hollers at any of the possessed.

If you're not (or she doesn't know you are), you get- "GET BEHIND ME AND STAY DOWN!"

[well, it sure ain't Jenny who awkwardly gets to his feet. huh. weird body. weird powers. he gives it a try, immediately obliterating an animatronic werewolf with a crack of lighting.

... oh, wow, and a whole party going on! right into the thick of things, huh? man, look at the absolute smorgasbord...]

Hellooooo...!

[wait, can he feed like he usually does? hmmm. better give that a lil' whirlsydaisy...]

Oh, is it Halloween already? Wow, and we're going for a possession theme, too, that's a new one. The Captain probably doesn't know this? But, the National Institute of Mental Health funded a study in 1969, and spirit possession beliefs were found to exist in 74% of a sample of 488 societies in all parts of the world.

Of course, that's just talking about ghosts! It wasn't until the Christians began to influence things that the concept of "demonic" possession emerged--

"Definitely not part of the party!" Darcy shouts from nearby- "they're actually going to try and kill us!"

The first thing Vance does is take ghost form, because hey. He's already fucking dead, and maybe none of these ghosts want to possess other ghosts. He can't hold it forever, but he'll keep it up as long as he can.

He is a little betrayed that they seem totally focused on getting more bodies and not at all focused on killing the fucking captain. He was promised some sweet revenge. Well, where is it?

On the other hand, from what Omori told him, he should have known something like this was coming, and he didn't do anything to stop it. Perhaps because he didn't know exactly where or when, perhaps because some part of him still feels more ghost than human. Oh well, too late now.

He looks around, trying to keep calm.

[ CW: explosions, possible gore! tl;dr at the bottom! ]

[ For a party, Shi Qingxuan hasn't been doing much in the way of partying. (Though he is wearing a cute costume!)

In the first half of the party, he had been going around the pool like he was keeping watch, patrolling to make sure nobody got hurt or started trouble. He may have even given paper talismans to any fellow passengers that would supposedly protect them by warding away ghosts — all they had to do was stick the talismans to themselves, and the talismans would keep the bad ghosts at bay!

Once Monday jumps up on top of that bar and murders Jenny right in front of them, though... Shi Qingxuan can do nothing but stand there and watch. Watch, listen, look around at the other passengers who are now trying and failing to escape the party, and...

Lift his hand and snaps his fingers, detonating all of the "protection" talismans in a single go.

There isn't a rolling start, no chance to see what's happening to the other passengers, before each talisman erupts in a burst of bright, white light that tears through cloth and flesh alike, shredding through the wearers' bodies with pure spiritual energy.

The explosions are relatively small and contained, at least; there's no fire, no shrapnel, and the scale is purposely design to be painful and life-threatening, but not fatal. (Short of someone sticking a talisman to their head or heart, anyway.)

In the smoke-filled space, the bursts of light look are like little fireworks going off all over the pool deck. ]

Heheh...

[ With that done, Shi Qingxuan drops his hand to his side and flicks open his fan. Well, there's no way that's just going to fly over people's heads, but unlike Monday, Shi Qingxuan isn't going to start a whole villain speech or scream, "Come at me!" either.

But he will be standing there off to the side, at the edge of the barrier, smiling to himself and ready to fight back if anyone does come at him. ]

[ ooc tl;dr summary:
- talismans Shi Qingxuan previously gave out explode when the second part of the party begins
- the explosions aren't meant to be immediately fatal, but they will cause significant damage that could result in a slow, painful death
- choose whatever flavor of injury/disfigurement/dismemberment you'd like, I'm not the boss of you!!
- this is all voluntary OOCly. Even if Shi Qingxuan (or someone else) ICly gave your character a talisman, you can just say it fell off, got torn, etc. Leaving them in a cabin/hallway/bottom of the pool to explode is also an option. ]

[and then, Jenny's corpse falls to the ground once again, her head snapped in the other direction. Monday dusts her hand off on her dress.]

NOT. FUCKING. YOU.

He won't, but she's not talking to him anyway. Instead he offers her a smirk.

"Get them, Darcy. Make them regret every single moment."

He'll help out as much as he can.

Oh, that's a perfect beacon. Dimitri maneuvers to put his back to Undine's, hands raised while he's facing her before dropping into a guard.

"How well can you defend?" he asks, voice raised, eyes flicking through the dark, sick-sweet shadows. "Can you do anything about this fog?"

Tendi looks over at Darcy and moves closer, tossing off her jacket and tie, looking around the party area. "So what's the plan then? Who's attacking?"

Here's why Phil didn't bring his sword: he's not trained with it enough for the thing to be more than a hindrance when it comes to enemies that aren't slow, shambling, fragile, dumb zombies. In real combat, he's utterly useless with those things.

But he's not totally without arms. He knows well what the games are now, and whoever that murderous asshole on the roof is has made this one clear. As so befits the Snow Miser, he discards the stupid groundhog puppet and chucks it to the side, two spiked ice knuckledusters forming around his hands, feathers ruffled and guard raised as he hurries to find people he knows. Or anyone who looks worried enough.

No words, just action. Things are about to move.

Edited 2022-10-26 04:17 (UTC)

Ah.

That would be what Ginger was speaking of earlier.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so hasty in dismissing Ginger's offer of protection.

Ossie makes a mad scramble over to one of the nearby animatronics from the Spirit Halloween and kisses it on the cheek, animating it to somewhat-life with Dance of the Toys. His friends will have their own concerns and people to protect; he's just going to be in the corner with his 7' pumpkin bodyguard.

"You too- stay safe and show them why they don't fuck with Captain Bonnet."

She nods back. No point trying to argue him into cowering; she'll step in if he needs help.

[Number 6 tears the sheet off his back and lets it fly to the ground. That done, he reaches into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out the Barretta pistol Johnny had gifted him. He had a sinking feeling he'd need it tonight.

He keeps it trained on Monday for the moment, as she's the most prominent threat in the room, but if anyone lunges for him, he will swiftly bring it around at them, waiting only long enough to be sure of his aim before firing.]

God, why is he so eternally creepy? Kissing things and making them come to life! It's almost worse than his ridiculous get up, but little can be more ghastly than that.

"Ghosts in people- I don't- this is why we had the fucking meeting about the ghosts!! Just hit anyone who tries to hit you!"

In a flash, Cassandra has drawn her own rapier and dagger, and steps up to put herself at Darcy's shoulder at an angle, ready to flank any foe that gets close enough -- or to spot anything coming at her from behind.

Her armor's darker; in the gloom and the fog, she'll be harder to see.

She is not staying down this time.

"Not me nor my crew." He tells himself. Tells her. "Let's ruin their evening."

[Monday is now sitting on the bar, kicking out her legs, holding a greeting card and purposefully miming having to look at it to read it.]

Ms Friday. [with a notably whiny affect] I've been told you don't choose the items we receive, but I wish to thank you nonetheless...

[ Yeah this isn't weird at all. It's baby's first brush with the weird crazy shit that happens on this ship, and suddenly he understands why people were bringing weapons. And all Eddie has is...well..

He can run. That's all he's good for. His one attempt at making any kind of stand kind of failed, so he's not trying to do that again.

But running only gets him so far. The place is blocked by some kind of weird force, and if he weren't freaking the fuck out right now he'd probably equivalate it to something from his D&D manuals. But, no. He's just looking around for something, anything he can use as a shield or weapon. Or someone he can stand behind.

This is not what he fucking signed up for (well, strictly speaking he doesn't actually remember signing up for this, if he's being honest with himself) and he is not dying again, not today at least. ]

[Huh, nobody seemed to care or notice that there was just a drum set hidden away over here huh??? AND NOBODY NOTICED WHEN PICKLES SLIPPED OUT TO SHAVE OFF SHARKY'S BEARD.... Solely so he could embody his former Snakes & Barrels glory!!!!

Pickles has two things on his mind: murder and metal. the first is super easy to accomplish: he just aims Sharky's shotgun into the crowd and fires off uh seven rounds, before tossing it aside to fall into place for the fun part:

~~Jeff~~ Chase needs music to use his new powers, and so Pickles is going to helpfully accompany him with a fun little Earth classic. What's that, you ask? How are the other instruments playing while Pickles is busy with the drums? Maybe you should worry more about what's going to happen when Chase decides to scream Britney Spears lyrics at you instead!!!]

(hmu on discord to get shot!!!!)

Edited 2022-10-26 04:36 (UTC)

[Oh, that was a great speech, Monday. He listens to all of it out of respect, though he does giggle and rocks back and forth on his heels in expectations. And the second she's done?

He slams a fist on the snack table, punching a hole clean through.]

FUCKING FINALLY!

[His eyes flash in red and black before he explodes into motion, channeling every bit of Natsuno's speed. An insane cackle is all the warning you'll before he crashes into you, probably trying to kick you in the face.]

( OOC: please fight him, he's been waiting for so long. If you're okay with him hypnotizing your character with a bite, drop a note! )

Edited 2022-10-26 04:28 (UTC)

1. By the sword I mean the night; By the word I mean the dead
Bash finds himself in a shadowy corner as things begin to go down, slipping into it and going partly invisible a splotch of black in the grey. But as people come near him--people he knows, people he thinks he can trust, they may find themselves given a simple sword made completely out of a slice of shadow, sharp as a whisper and just as deadly.

2. By the sword I mean a sigh; By the word I mean the end
Once he's exhausted his capacity for shadow crafting, Bash steps out of the shadows again, one last sword (more like a machete, really) in his own hands. He is no fighter, no warrior, no demigod of war and chaos. But his is to stand between the realms of life and death, and tonight his duty will be a bloody one.

~~Walk like them, until they must walk like you.~~

He's dressed as his ancestor, a murderer and bandit, a black sorceror whose grave is still a site of worship. He needs that energy, if he's going to face everything to come. He needs that energy, if he's going to do things he'll struggle to forgive himself for, later.

Come at him, ghosts. Tonight he's not Bash, or even St. Expedit, patron saint of efficiencies. Tonight he wears the mantle of Simicoudza Simicourba, Sitarane, and he will not be merciful.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 58

monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

OTA

no subject

OTA

OTA

1/2

no subject

OTA

OTA

no subject

no subject

Re: OTA

no subject

OTA

no subject

no subject

OTA

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

ota

[SEMI-OPEN] HOW ABOUT A LITTLE ATMOSPHERE

OTA, Notsuno is ready

OTA