The Park; Wednesday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

Harley made for quite a visible sight in the park, wearing her bright yellow faux fur coat.

But, yanno. She was there with her giant hyena, so depending on the person, maybe Bruce was still the most eye catching living thing around, 'less you happened to be from somewhere where both spotted hyenas and people with loud fashion senses were a dime a dozen -- in which case maybe the flamingos were the biggest point of interest?

Anyway!

Harley was there, watching Bruce stalk the flamingos by the pond again.

The birds were not having it.

"I keep tellin' ya, baby," Harley called out to him, after a sip from her takeaway cup, "ya gotta watch out for the wings and the legs! And the beak! The whole bird, basically!"

(open!)

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (1/22)

[drumsticksandd20s]

For some unknown reason, Steph had been plagued for the past week by a vague nagging sensation that something about her past was... potentially wonky was about the only way she could describe it, really. It wasn't anything foreboding or especially concerning, just the odd awareness that some of her memories from high school were starting to get kind of fuzzy around the edges.

Great. Next thing I know I'll be getting arthritis.

Anyway, she was just going to ignore it.

[OOC: Me @ Squeenix and D9: Haven't you put Max and Chloe through enough? YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH NEW CHARACTERS AND A NEW STORY BUT NOOOOOOOO. Anyway, I'm also choosing to ignore it, and open.]