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[selfworthbitches]

Who: Mazikeen and YOU
Where: the gardens
When: 4/9
Rating: PG-13 at least probably
Summary: Mazikeen is in Wonderland and now there's singing and fuck this she didn't ask for this.
The Story:

Ten minutes ago Mazikeen was on an airplane headed back to LA and ready to see her friends again. Because she weirdly misses them.

Now she's stalking through a garden, curved blades in hand, and glaring at all the brightly colored plants and clever topiary bushes. She has no idea where the fuck she is, but she knows she doesn't like it. She's passed five different people singing for no discernible reason! It's gross.

"Someone is going to die for this." Or maybe hurt. She hasn't gotten to let loose and torture someone in a while. She might be rusty. She'd have fun getting back into practice.

She passes another person singing and resists the urge to either slice their head off or stab her own eardrums out. Not being able to hear would be inconvenient if something more dangerous than singing appears, and Chloe would sulk if word got back to her about Maze murdering someone just for singing. Chloe gets uptight about so many things that Maze likes. She might like Chloe, sort of, but it's annoying as fuck. And sometimes she's not so sure if Chloe really likes her back, even if they are working out pretty well as roommates.

Someone else is singing. She glowers until she realizes it's... her.

"Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little cutesy humans do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well... I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I don't get why you're always pissed
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So... why do I want to?
Why do I want to...
To... bury you in the ground...."

Finally she manages to break herself from the spell. "Ugh!" She hurls her blade as hard as she can at a nearby fountain, shattering the stone.

It's going to be a long fucking day.

Comments

[thevulnerability]

Chloe has gotten used to the random outbreaks of singing at this point, and more often than not her own second hand embarrassment takes over and makes her run the other way as soon as it starts. Nothing could be quite as embarrassing as her having serenaded Lucifer the night before, but at least he was more musically inclined and, hopefully, found something endearing in the experience.

That said, she is striving to not repeat the offense anytime soon.

There's something about this voice in particular that stands out to her, though. Once the singing ends she hears the sound of crumbling stone and she bolts into a run, coming up to the fountain, and barely makes it there before she slides to a dead stop.

"Oh my God."

Is this seriously happening? And now, of all times?

"Maze?"

[fortune_cookies]

Lorca was standing back, observing. As someone who just arrived in this place himself, watching how other people take it is interesting. Though he was glad that his arrival wasn't accompanied by a musical number.

"What'd that fountain do to you?"

[theenforcer]

Not as bad as most, Barbie is still dealing with one emotion he's having the devil's own time shaking. Guilt. Maybe not in killing Peter, but in killing Julia's husband. In the things he's done for Maxine. About those he couldn't save in Chester's Mill, and all those that would still die.

Most of all, he's feeling guilt that he's out of the dome but they left so many behind. So, like many, he doesn't realize he's singing.

"So long ago
But there was a day
When we would play but all that's changed..."

Pausing in his steps but not his words as he sees a woman with a rather wicked karambit that brings him to a halt, watching her progress. Even as the words continue.

"Joyless and hollow
Still tried to reshape
The world for the good destined to break
I'm the one I couldn't save
I'm the one I couldn't save"

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

There happens to be someone sat on the other side of that fountain. Someone who pitches forwards and scrambles away with a loud exclamation of what the fucking hell-- as they're showered in dust and small fragments of stone.

That same someone wheels 'round, entirely unarmed and not looking the least bit like they want to get into any kind of fight, and briefly fix yellow-gold eyes on their maybe-assailant, their slitted pupils shown blown wide in the few moments before a pair of sunglasses are shoved on to hide them.

"Watch where you're throwing things!" Crowley snaps (croaks) out, looking wildly around himself for the blade. He hasn't yet caught on to the prickling up his spine and over the back of his neck that always announces the presence of another being like himself. "You could give someone a bloody heart attack."