OPEN: i crashed your car into the bridge

[folieamor]

WHO: HARLEY and YOU
WHERE: everywhere
WHEN: Wednesday!
WARNINGS: hashtag Harleen Francis Quinzel
SUMMARY: Normal life takes a lot of getting used to. Or: Harley hasn't been arrested yet or met any bad boyfriends, so she runs a lot and eats a lot of take-out food while talking endlessly to strangers.
FORMAT: action

option 1: running

[Every morning and every evening, Harley goes running in the park. Today is no exception. Maybe you are simply taking a stroll, cutting through on your way to or from work - Harley is there, jogging! Or perhaps stretching or even taking a break to swallow down a gulp of water from her bottle.

Whatever the case, she will probably talk to you quite happily! ]

option 2: harley's unofficial private practice/her apartment

[Maybe you're stopping by for some off the record therapy, or just stopping by for some gossip and coffee. Harley's living room is comfortable; there's a new two seat black sofa, a black arm chair and a white chaise sofa for patients. Her television sits, turned on the cartoon channels and her coffee table is littered with magazines and a stray coffee mug and probably a packet of some sort of candy.

Whatever you're reason for being here, Harley can accommodate. ]

option 3: harley's office @ city hall

[Harley's office at City Hall is far less homely. Her desk is covered in an organized mess of notebooks, patient files (stacked neatly atop one another, ready to go back in her drawer). Her sofa here is lines with IKEA brand pillows she brought in to try and lift the sterile feel.

Whatever your reason for being here, you'll probably get a free chocolate or a coffee out of it. ]

Comments

Option 1, morning? Hope this is okay!

[incywincyhero]

[Peter had had a late night patrolling, and by the time he comes back -- well, he may as well shower, grab a coffee and head to work. Going the slow way, because he's not entirely sure he's awake enough to web-sling and that would be an embarrassing way for a veteran superhero to go, all things considered.

Apparently he's also not awake enough to keep from almost running into the nearest jogger. Luckily his spider-reflexes kick in at the last moment, but his coffee (oh sweet, much-mourned coffee) is a goner, splattered on the ground between them.]

Oh man, I am so sorry -- I didn't get any coffee on you, did I?

yes!

[folieamor]

[Peter is a lucky fellow. Harley jumps back, avoiding the hot burn of fresh coffee with about as much grace as Bambi on ice. She can sympathize with the loss of coffee, but right now she's just glad she's burn and stain free. ]

No, no - I think you got the ground real good though.

[If she wasn't awake before this, she is now. ]

Oh, geez - sorry about your coffee ... Almost a whole cup, huh?

[incywincyhero]

[Now that he's sure she's unhurt, he's eying the dark spots where his drink's soaked into the ground with something like jealousy.]

The problem with caffeine is that you're most likely to spill it when you need it most.

But anyway, I'm glad you're not burnt or anything... Sorry about that.

[folieamor]

Wouldn't be the first time, don't worry. You uh - [she pauses, following his eyes downwards towards the wet ground. ] You got a coffee machine at work?

[incywincyhero]

I'm not sure you could call it coffee, really -- you'd think a building full of tinkerers would be able to engineer a cup of joe, but go figure.

[folieamor]

Ain't that always how it goes? You got the watery garbage too?

[incywincyhero]

Everyone gets that garbage. I think it's the law.

[folieamor]

Petition against it at City Hall. Even Mitch has gotta hate bad coffee.

[incywincyhero]

Mitch? Oh, you mean the Mayor. [Wait for it...] You're on first name terms with the Mayor? [His reaction isn't as incredulous as it might be pre-City, but still.]

[folieamor]

[She snorts. ] Nah, I'm not. Callin' him Mayor sounds real stiff though, don't it?

[incywincyhero]

I guess. [Blink blink.] I've never really thought of it that way before.