Entries tagged with harley quinn

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Needful Things; Friday

There was a weird, very shiny wooden statue in the store. Harley honestly didn't pay it much mind, until she happened to trip over something on the floor right by it.

And it felt perfectly reasonable to her to right herself and then immediately whip around to point a highly accusatory finger at the statue.

"I'm watchin' ya, pal!" she told it. "I'm serious!"

The statue said nothing.

For now.

(open!)

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Pick Your Poison, Tuesday

It was another Tuesday, and Pam was in, nominally womanning the store.

Which meant she was out in the garden, weeding, muttering quietly to herself about people who didn't plant native and thus had to deal with all sorts of issues her plants weren't having at all. (There was a phone now buried in the soil. It didn't ring anymore.)

Pick Your Poison was open. She'd hear you if you entered.

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Liliana was dealing with the most frustrating of indignities today. At some point Friday, she must have wandered into a spawning point of mosquitoes or something because she had a number of bites from the miserable little things. Normally, biting insects didn't bother her; her preternatural chill didn't register her as a potential food source for them, but apparently nobody had passed that fact along to the bugs on the island. They had decided she was delicious - which, obviously, but she would have been happier if they hadn't made that discovery - and she was wondering if she was down a pint or two of blood with the number of bites she's found.

None of which put her in a particularly good temper, no. Which was why she was ignoring today's shipment in favor of glaring in the general direction of the park and working on a spell specifically designed to kill mosquitoes. In droves. Possibly enough to unbalance the entire ecosystem.

Good.

[Inspired by my weekend, yes]

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Midnight Manor Boarding House Roof, Friday Afternoon

Marc didn't care about the island. Steven had pushed for checking on the museum - which was fine - but otherwise there could've been skyscraper tall lizards stomping around the place and Marc wouldn't have given it another thought.

His house on the other hand -

Look, nothing was getting into Midnight they didn't want to. But that didn't mean there couldn't be damage done around it. Which in turn could hurt any residents who were coming in or out for classes or whatever the hell was going on this time of year.

Which was why Marc was on the roof keeping an eye on things.

And okay maybe this offered a vantage point for the nearby buildings as well but it's not like he had any say on the geography of this place. If he could see certain stores that was coincidence.

Maybe we should help? Steven suggested from a reflection in one of the tables put up there for anybody who wanted to use them.

"There's freaking Avengers on this island," Marc reminded him. To say nothing of all the other hero types that could be found. "They've got it. We're watching our place."

Steven looked uncertain but said, All right. But I'm walking Llewellyn home if he needs it.

"Course," Marc said. Getting Watts back safe was different.

In the meanwhile he'd keep watching.

[open rooftop is open for any who want to stop by]

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Needful Things; Friday

Friday? And Harley was actually in the store? You know, it actually happened sometimes, and this was one of those times!

Sure, she was making an arrangement out of fake flowers, random costume jewelry, and - as the piece de resistance - a very battered looking taxidermy owl as a centerpiece for the whole thing, using an antique tuba as a makeshift vase, but hey, you ever manage a thrifty antique store? Couldja say what she was doing wasn't part of her job?

Well?!

Didn't think so.

Needful Things is open!

(open, might be slow, you know how it is!)

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Needful Things; Friday

It was amazing how often Harley managed to keep up the appearances of being at least a somewhat legit business owner and shopkeeper.

This was not one of those weeks.

But! She was in the vicinity of her shop, at least! Because she'd dragged a nice antique armchair out in front of the store, and was sitting in it, reading some tattered romance paperback. Bruce lounged next to her on the ground, people-watching.

Needful Things was open... ish?

(brain says no. but open!)

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Caritas- Saturday after 8:15 pm

The dates were over, the bar was still standing, still open (not dirty), and the specials (totally dirty) were still on the board.

SPECIALS
Screaming Orgasm
Kinky blow pop
Cherry Popper
Leg Spreader
Naked Lady
Sloe Comfortable Screw
Pornstar Shooter
G Spot shot
Big O

Your bartenders were there, waiting to serve you (again, not dirty). Whatever you did with your time was your own business, aside from Tino snickering if you ordered a Sloe Comfortable Screw or whatever.

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Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday until 8:15 pm

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

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Steps of Pick Your Poison, Friday Morning

Toxin resistance was one of the powers left to Pam even after she'd been stripped of almost everything else. It had gotten her through the first days of the pollen onslaught. But by Friday it overwhelmed even her, and she found herself sitting on the steps again with her coffee...

... jittering.

She tapped her foot against the steps restlessly.

Sipped her coffee.

Tapped again.

Sipped.

"This is ridiculous."

Should she call Harley-her-Harley? No. No, she couldn't.

[[ open ]]

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Caritas; Wednesday [02/12].

Summer was in a very different place than she was last time the island was beset by this particularly sexy bout of whimsy, which mostly just meant that she was slightly annoyed and reluctant to head into the bar that day, but she figured it was good to get, you know, some fresh air and be a productive member of society or whatever. She did come prepared, though, repurposing one of her spray bottles that she usually used on Pancakes when she tried to eat plants and keeping it full of ice water to spray at people who were getting a little too...well...you know...

This was mostly to use on Tino, yes, and, at one point, she did have to threaten to upgrade the ice water to literal acid. So that was fun.

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Pink Sweetie Valen-tini

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Cherries and Creme
Conversation Hearts
Bleeding Heart
Chocolate Covered Strawberry

Caritas is open!

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On the Steps of Pick Your Poison, Saturday Morning

Four months. More or less. Four months of hiding. Four months of researching. Four months of... healing? Pam wasn't sure if... that's what you could call it. There was a peace in her that hadn't been there before, but it was hard to tell it apart from resignation, stagnation, settling.

Or maybe it was just... winter.

She carried the little rhododendron sapling outside, a whisp of a thing in a large pot that would, hopefully, with time grow into something bigger and more beautiful. She set it down next to the Christmas ferns, not far from the witch hazel. Native plants. Winter-hardy plants.

Time for things to grow again. (Trite metaphor, or truth? Maybe both.)

It was cold out, but the chill and the overcast sky fit Pam's mood perfectly. With the plants settled, she went back inside to pick up a mug of coffee, and on return let Pick Your Poison's door close neatly behind her. She sat down, legs outstretched, and stared out into the street, at the cold rocks and their ever-abiding moss that lined the northern side of Loon Drive.

Winter. But also, soon, spring again.

[[ open ]]

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Needful Things; Friday

There were no clocks at Needful Things that Friday. Because Harley held a grudge over the incident on Tuesday, or simply because no new old stock had arrived to replace everything that had been smashed to pieces? Who could say! Instead, the store was filled with lots and lots of antique glass flowers in all sorts of shapes, colors, and sizes.

And how long would those stay safe from a much more accidental smashing?

Who could say!

But at least Harley didn't have another baseball bat in the store with her, this time.

(open!)

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Needful Things, Tuesday

Remy was here. Remy was hungover again, but he was here. For some reason every antique clock in the place was chiming intermittently, so Remy was also contemplating some mass destruction.

But he was here.

Have a sale on those damned antique clocks.

[open!]

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The Perk; Monday Afternoon

Harley's holidays had been chaotic in the best way, and also completely off the island.

So naturally it was mid-January by the time she rolled back into town and (almost) directly to the Perk, sporting giant sunglasses and an even bigger grin.

"Hi! Whaddaya got in an extra large? I'll take two!"

Business as usual!

(open, ofc)

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Needful Things; Friday

There was a ball pit inside Harley's store.

A BALL PIT!!

Yeah, any and all thoughts she'd had about holding another fake sale were all forgotten as soon as she made it downstairs. Playing around in Christmas baubles was way more important than that. Also playing with Christmas baubles.

"Fetch, Brucey! Good boy!"

Needful Things was open, mind the occasional flying ornaments.

(open!)

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Needful Things; Friday

Harley had missed Black Friday last week, on account of general distraction. Not to worry, though! There was a big and bright sign on the Needful Things window on that particular Friday, instead:

NEON PINK FRIDAY
TODAY!!!

There was no actual sale going on, associated with the sign. But then neither was the sign promising a sale, so ha!

Harley was in, with Bruce, ready to sell everything at the usual prices, pretending they were cheaper than normal.

(open!)

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Needful Things; Friday (Until Afternoon)

It was a puttering around sort of day at Needful Things.

That was the nice way of putting it, anyway. The less nice way would have been to say it was a day for Harley to pick up tasks - dusting, putting new-old merchandise in their proper places, trying to fix a vase she'd broken while putting new-old merchandise in its proper place - only to abandon them the second some other task caught her attention.

In the afternoon, this chain of tasks was ultimately going to lead to her catching a glimpse of her J tattoo in one of the antique mirrors, and promptly abandoning the entire store in favor of the tattoo place down the street.

But until then, Needful Things was open!

(open, provided you show up before she skedaddles!)

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Needful Things; Friday

Harley hadn't been in a rush to get back into town, between her original reasons for deciding to take a break and the totally fine phone call earlier in the week. But she'd acquired some new loot to bring back to the store, and some people at the park near Cass's place had started making sily noises about calling animal control over just one itty-bitty hyena frequenting the place, so...

She and Bruce showed up at Needful Things again on Friday. He immediately went on a very thorough tour of both the store and the apartment above to see everything seemed in order to his keen hyena senses, while Harley got to dumping various totally legally obtained jewelry and other things onto displays around the store.

Anything else, like seeking people out to talk to them, could wait.

(open!)

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

It was difficult dragging herself to work after a lovely week off, but Liliana eventually did it, albeit with ill-grace. Her temper was not improved by seeing that Dean had left her something to deal with...what, two Tuesdays ago now?

Well, at least it was an artifact, even if she had no idea what kind, so being abandoned for two weeks wasn't going to hurt the thing any.

Then Liliana opened the box and wished that being abandoned for two weeks had hurt the thing. "I hate you, Dean," she sighed. It didn't matter that she'd done the same to him several times now. It didn't matter that she'd basically told him to do it. It was too early on a Monday morning for...that.

"Hmm, do I want to deal with this today?" she asked the empty air - for the sheer drama of it, obviously. She was already turning to head back to the counter, tossing the answer over her shoulder with casual disregard. "No."

What? No one said 'words of power' had to be fancy.

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Needful Things; Friday

Harley's hairdo was looking a little more slicked back than was typical of her. Also if anyone got within sniffing distance, there was going to be a distinct scent of pumpkin spice and coffee to it. Unless, of course, the sniffer happened to also have made the mistake of trying to take a little morning shower that particular Friday.

Anyway!

New-old stock had arrived at the store, and it was absolutely beautiful:

Vintage baseball bats.

"Jackpot!" Harley exclaimed, digging them out of the box they'd turned up, and lovingly running her hand along them. "Oh, maybe I should name one of you guys Jackpot..."

It had been a while - way too long! - since she'd last had a proper bat to work with.

(open!)