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. ]

Comments

[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!

[folieamor]

Apology accepted.

[She sticks her tongue out again. ]

You look like you never saw a girl in a joke shop before.

[dupable]

[ He makes a scoffing sound, what a silly idea. ]

No way, I have seen plenty of girls here. I have even been to this one with my girlfriend before.

[folieamor]

Uh hu. You're girlfriend like jokes?

[dupable]

[ Has to stop and think about this a little. ]

I guess, kind of? Mostly I like pranks and I think she doesn't mind them so she will pull some with me sometimes.

[folieamor]

Hmm.

[Harley picks up another whoopee cushion. ]

Sounds like she's an alright gal.

[She pauses. ] You know where I can get some gun powder, kid?

[dupable]

Yeah she--

[ Cuts himself off as her question registers on him and it's his turn to slowly raises his eyebrows at her. ]

Well, not here that's for sure. Why would you even need something like that?

[folieamor]

For the whoopees cushions, kid.

[dupable]

[ Yeah that doesn't sound good at all. ]

Whoopees cushions?

[folieamor]

To really make 'em pop!

[dupable]

Yeah, I don't think that's actually a great idea.

[folieamor]

Why not?

[dupable]

[ ... Is she for real? ]

I don't actually know a lot about gunpowder, except that it explodes. I am pretty sure no one wants to accidentally sit down on something and have their butt blown up.

[folieamor]

That's the whole point, kid.

[dupable]

... You want to literally blow people's asses off?

[folieamor]

Yeah, course!

[dupable]

Okay, I am definitely not going to tell you where you can get gunpowder. In fact, I think maybe I should be calling the cops right now.

[folieamor]

Why the hell would you call the cops?

[dupable]

Why the hell would you explode someone's ass?

[folieamor]

Why the hell wouldn't I?

[dupable]

You mean beside the fact that it's a horrible thing to do?

[folieamor]

Wow, someone's touchy.

[dupable]

I just think it is kind of a shitty thing to do to someone.