OPEN LOG.

[folieamor]

WHO: HARLEY and YOU
WHERE: ALL OVER THE PLACE.
WHEN: 23/03
WARNINGS: HARLEY QUINN IN PUBLIC.
SUMMARY: Harley explores the city; Harley probably gets into trouble.
FORMAT: quick to start, will change to suit. specifying different locations in comments, pls be patient.

[Harley is a late riser. She wakes at ten thirty in the morning and doesn't get dressed until forty-five minutes afterwards. Her initial exploration of the City has been: one shopping trip. Today she plans to do another.

And maybe eat?

Life is hard without money. Life is boring when you live on your own. Nevertheless, she is in good spirits. ]

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OUT SHOPPING: 12PM

[folieamor]

[Out shopping around, Harley is looking for clothes. Specifically, she is looking for red and black. She is likely fawning over diamonds she will never afford or own legally. Even more likely, she is probably hugging a fur coat and whispering come to mama.

She is a simple girl with simple needs. (All of them are expensive). ]

[wallsofjericho]

Joey has been wandering around the City all morning, mostly window shopping to see what the trends are in fashion and overall aesthetic here. But what really catches his eye isn't anything being advertised as "shabby chic" - it's the girl hugging a full length mink to herself. He can remember doing something like that with one of Mom's coats when he was young. You just can't help it; they're so sleek, soft, and warm.

He grins over at the blonde and gives her an approving thumbs up.

[folieamor]

Harley, to her credit, is not even embarrassed about all this hugging nonsense. She gives him a thumbs up back. She gestures at the coat with a thumb and makes a weird sort of gesture that doesn't actually make sense, but what she intends to mean: it's really soft!

"To die for," is what she mouths afterwards.

[wallsofjericho]

Joey nodded in response as he headed it over to the delighted, pretty girl. He wasn't sure what she'd meant by the random gestures, but he got the overall gist of 'ohmygod fur coat.' He tried signing, because you never could tell who might know. "Try it own! See how it looks."

He mimed shrugging into a coat for good measure.

[motherflocker]

[ Expensive tastes were something Oswald was all too aware of. If anything, he was out shopping for his own benefit. Although his suits were custom fitted, rather expensive little things, he did shop the jewelry section of some rather nice stores for his lady friends.

He didn't mind spending the cash if it meant he could impress a new interest.

Not that he had any at this time, but a working knowledge was important. Percival, his lammergeier, was as an umbrella, swinging at his side, even as he walked down the street, heading for the next shop on his rounds. ]

[folieamor]

[If there was one person she was not expecting to see while window shopping, it was Oswald. Though, she was not entirely surprised. What else would a man of considerable wealth do in his spare time if not shop? Harley doubted she could resist retail therapy every day if she had Oswald's bank account.

She reluctantly let go of the coat and considered greeting him.

She considered it for a long, long minute before clearing her throat, and then, very loudly: ] HEY OZZIE!

[motherflocker]

[ If a man of Ozzie's size could jump, he would have. As it was, his hand did tighten around the umbrella, before he relaxed it, patting the umbrella absently, almost affectionately.

He then turned to Harley, affecting a polite, yet strained smile. ]

Why Harley. Already spending your money, or is it just window shopping today?

[professorlionface]

[Hank has been thinking about a new tie. But there are so many options available that making a decision isn't the easiest thing. Timcampy's being no help, either. He doesn't know the first thing about men's fashion! It's shameful, really, especially that he already tried to eat that charming one with the ducks. Hank shouldn't have brought him, honestly, but he probably would eat him out of house and home in his weirdly mopey way if he'd left him back at the room.

There's little choice left, he'll have to poll the audience. There's a blonde there peering over the jewelry, hopefully she won't mind lending her opinion.]

Excuse me! [Congratulations, Harley, you are now being addressed by a seven foot tall blue lion with a weirdly plump golden volleyball with wings perched on his shoulder. In his massive hands are three different ties.] Sorry to bother you, but would you mind telling me which of these you think best accentuates my fur?

[folieamor]

[He's not the weirdest thing she has ever seen. Killer Croc is particularly spectacular to behold on a good day. Terrifying on a bad day.

She gives him a once over and then glances at the ties. ]

The striped one, buddy.

[professorlionface]

[He pulls them back, holding the striped one against his arm. She's right, of course. The green one was only an indulgence, anyway, there's no way it would really look all that great. And yet...]

But I did like the polka dots.

JOKE SHOP: 1.30PM

[folieamor]

[In the joke shop, Harley is looking for: six whoopee cushions, one hand buzzer, two packets of itching powder, one new domino mask and new face paint.

(Vaguely, she is wondering if she can put this on Eddie's tab too. Probably not. )]

[dupable]

[ What's up, Harley? How's it going? Here is a young man holding up what looks like a set of dribble glasses blatantly staring at you with a look of what can only be described as vague horror.

.... Clowns. ]

[folieamor]

[Harley raises an eyebrow.

She stares at him back. She will win this staring contest. She is absolutely sticking her tongue out at him. ]

Take a picture kid, it'll last longer.

[dupable]

[ What? Hey! That's really rude. So is staring, but that's not the point.

Well he's looking less horrified and more exasperated now. ]

Jeez, sorry!

THE PIE HOLE: 2PM

[folieamor]

[There is a lot of pie at The Pie Hole.

It is literally pie heaven. She cannot decide which pie to have. Maybe all of them? Baked into one pie???

She has no idea. She is staring at the menu very intensely, however. ]

[invoking]

[ Gil's only come to buy and take home. He could probably bake his own, but since he's in the neighborhood today he can afford to spend a few bucks and bring home something fresh. The owner's an odd person, though he seems dedicated to his work. Gil doesn't think it's like the other food shops, with highly saturated foods and junk.

He means to step away from this woman ahead of him, but he doesn't time himself properly and his arm accidentally brushes against her shoulder. Gil stops to look at her apologetically. ]

I'm sorry about that.

[folieamor]

Don't worry about it.

[She glances over her shoulder at him with a look on her face that says: it happens. ]

Ain't no one died from touchin' arms.

[invoking]

[ He thinks it's a slightly odd thing to say, but he's glad she's not bothered by it. He looks at the menu then, suddenly at a loss. ]

Such a long list...

[motherfucked]

[ Ever since trying out the Pie Hole a few months ago, Jessica has snuck back from time to time.

She has to be in a very special mood to, you know, pay money to eat pies alone. But dammit, the pies were good.

So she's heading to the counter in the middle of the afternoon, taking one of the seats beside Harley without really thinking. ]

[folieamor]

[Harley looks up from her menu.

She is not very discreet at checking people out. She is even less discreet when she lifts the menu to her face to peer over the edge.

(She is totally watching to see which pie Jessica gets.)]

[motherfucked]

[ Jessica looks up from her menu, suspicious. She's definitely got that feeling like someone is watching her, and glares for a second before sticking her face back into the pie menu. Very deliberately.

When the guy comes to take her order, she gets a slice of double chocolate. And then glares again.

We're all being subtle here. ]

[zazz]

[He just slides on into the booth with her, sitting across from her, at least, he's a gentleman like that. Why is he suddenly sitting with her? Is it because she's a pretty blonde or, while that's believable 'coz he likes pretty blondes, is the better answer because he is hoping to charm a pretty blonde for free pie?

Either way, he's leaning forward on the table on one arm, giving her his best smirk.]

Hi, dere.

[folieamor]

... Hey.

[She gives him a look. It's a confused look. It is the kind of look that indicates he is getting all up in her personal space. Harley just wanted some pie, man. ]

[bowarmed]

[Pie Hole has the best pie and the most convenient comfort food ever. It's take out for him today. Connor's sitting beside her at the counter, waiting for his order, and helpfully suggesting to her:]

The raspberry rhubarb is great.

[folieamor]

You know -- I won't lie. I was sort of hopin' they'd make me one giant pie with every flavor. A girl can dream, huh?

[Onto the counter goes her elbow; into her hand goes her chin. Wistful sight count: +1. ]