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OPEN: i crashed your car into the bridge

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. ]

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[So. Maybe it was a little stalkerish to hunt down Harley's apartment. But she had actual business to accomplish there! If anyone needed therapy, it was her. And. Well. Probably Harley.

Still, she knocked on the door a couple times, hoping Harley was home.]

[ He hasn't been out since coming back from New Vesuvius. He still isn't actually going out, but he has other ways of getting "out" of his penthouse apartment.

Thankfully.

He's fortunate enough that he can do this. He flies, in his suit, around the City, getting the full scope of the City, watching from high above.

But sometimes, he liked to get down, on the ground. Rarely, mind, but occasionally. It's probably odd enough, for Harley to see, the large metal suit just casually leaning against a structure, observing the park. But there it was, although it didn't track her movements explicitly, the head didn't turn, he did watch her.

She was, after all, a cute blonde. ]

[It's not the strangest thing she's ever seen in her life. She has, after all, dated a man who dresses in a green and purple suit. She's been arrested by various kinds of men in tights. Her best friend is part plant. Iron Man's suit isn't all that strange. But it is a little out of place.

She's taking a big gulp of water when she spots him just standing there. Not really doing anything.

At first, she considers just going on her way. But then thinks and when Harley thinks, it's usually in extremes. What if, she thinks, he's a robot and he's got a fried circuit? Or he's rusted up? Or someone's hit an off switch? How could she live with herself if she left a defenseless robot man to rot in fake NYC?

She makes the decision to jog over and in typical, Harley fashion, waves a hand in front of his face.]

[Charlie is in luck. Harley answers the door with a smile on her face (and slippers upon her feet) and blinks once in recognition. Charlie, her mind supplies helpfully. And cool powers. ]

Oh! What's cookin'?

[And then, sort of belatedly: ] Come in, come in!

So... You're a shrink, huh? [That was said a little more rudely than she intended. But, hey, it's not every day you find out that hot blonde you met peers into people's heads for a living.

And realize maybe you could actually use that.

Maybe.]

[ He wasn't expecting the approach, so his head tipped, just a bit to the side, when she waved. He hadn't been expecting an approach, but the motion said enough, he thought. After all, he wasn't exactly an uncommon figure around here, and beyond that, well, he was Tony Stark.

Miles away, in his penthouse, his eyebrows lifted, and he smiled. Too bad all she'd see is the tip of his head, and maybe the brightness in his eyes dimmed slightly, just in case it was too bright. ]

I promise, I'm not like the Queen's Guard.

[ Gil cuts his way through the park heading over to work. He's left earlier than usual today, so he's in no particular rush just yet as he travels down the pathway. An occasional jogger or dog walker looks at him briefly, noting the signs of faded bruises around his nose and eyes. His nose has healed considerably, but he's been careful not to agitate it after Nelson help to set it.

He keeps his eyes focused on concrete until that little nagging feeling one gets when they sense someone they may know approaching gets to him. He slowly looks up to see the woman from the Pie Hole a good twenty feet ahead of him and immediately comes to a halt. ]

Her again...

[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?

[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?

[Harley slows down to a jog. The job slows to a walk, until she eventually stops to take a gulp of water and stretch out her legs. She's lost track of time; for the life of her, she can't remember how long she's been running for, and that is a sign that it's time to stop.

And possibly get waffles. She turns, ready to head back the way she came.

She hasn't quite spotted Gil yet, but the closer she gets, it's inevitable. ]

[She startles back, surprised and a bit embarrassed. ]

Geez, I thought you were some sorta street art or somethin'.

[She pauses, squinting as she eyes the suit up and and down. ]

Are you?

I sure am! Huh, you know, people always sound surprised.

[She doesn't take offense. Harley nudges her elbows towards her couch. ]

Take a seat, make yourself at home.

[ Small blessings, he supposes. Having realized she hasn't caught onto his presence, he ducks his head and pushes forward, doing his best to avoid any and all eye contact.

If he just walks by and acts as if he hasn't seen her, maybe she won't notice. ]

[ There's a laugh, and it rings a little, in the suit. There's definitely a tinny note to his tone. ]

Well, as much as I like to think of myself, and my handiwork as pieces of art, that's not really the intent.

[ Even so, his voice was borderline flirty. Really, the game didn't stop just because he had a deformed ass at the moment. He'd get around that. Hopefully. ]

Promise, I'm just your average run of the mill costumed superhuman.

I guess you just. Don't look like the type.

[She sits down on the couch, glancing about a bit. She's definitely nervous.]

[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.

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?

Yeah, I get that a lot.

[Harley takes a seat on her chair and folds a leg over the other. ]

So - what can I do for you?

Oh - there's someone inside this hunk 'a metal, huh?

[To be fair, she's fairly impressed. ] Geez, this musta taken a hell of a long time to make. What do they call you, huh?

"What do most people come in here for?" she asked, a little nervous. The ones not just trying to ask the cute doctor out.

"I probably need therapy. Or something."

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.

Call me? [ He laughed, again, a little flirty, amused thing. The sound of a guy who wasn't so much belittling the question, but certainly that he enjoyed answering it. ]

Anything. Tony Stark, Iron Man, handsome, you can take your pick.

[ There were some things that couldn't be helped. ]

Hows about we stick with Tony and make our way to handsome.

[Harley is, at heart, a free spirit. She isn't sure she is enough of a free spirit to consider a metal suite handsome. ]

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

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

Works for me.

[ The helmet tipped in such a way that could only be categorized as flirty. ]

And what should I call you?

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

Harleen, but everybody calls me Harley.

[Well, there is a first for everything. Harley certainly not going to miss a chance to preen. Even if it's a metal suit! ]

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.]

[ A flicker of recognition, in the way he tipped his head. The City had a way of working in circles, and Tony Stark knew everyone. ]

It's a pleasure, Harley. Having fun tonight?

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

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

Just runnin'. Gotta keep in shape, no matter what universe you're in, right?

[She imagines she can't be all that cute, in her yoga pants and over-sized t-shirt. ]

What about you, Tony?

Me? Oh, I'm just out and about. Doing some rounds, keeping an eye out for trouble.

You know, the usual.

[ The metal shoulder lifts in a decidedly human gesture. ]

For trouble huh.

[You found it is on the tip of her tongue, but she keeps it there. She's learned it's best to wait at least five conversations in this city before making a joke. ]

Corners seem a little old-school.

Well, maybe I'm a little behind the times.

[ A soft chuckle in the suit that sounds a touch hollow as it rings through the speakers. ]

What do you think, do I look like a bit of an older model?

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OPEN: i crashed your car into the bridge

option 2?

Option 1!! Early evening!

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Option 1, morning? Hope this is okay!

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