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Hrm...

You want to send me into outer space, in a confined space with a bunch of other people because you happened to come across a persuasive "god" of chaos?

OK, the chaos thing I like, but everything else is questionable. I mean, I won't even have my favorite knife on me - there's a line that should never be crossed and you're toeing it. My ability to improvise can only be relied on so much.

Nah, scratch all of that. This is going to be a hoot and a half if only because I'll get to be creative.

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Eight months later, it's still flying somehow.

There's a theory the ship repairs itself. [ There isn't ]

We should test that.

Theories are meant to be tested after all, aren't they? [EVEN BETTER.]

You clearly aren't trying hard enough if it's still running.

Tut. All things in time.
Do enjoy my details.

Tut? I'm not an unruly child.

I do appreciate the fine print of most things, but sometimes you can miss an opportunity by dawdling.

[ hahahahahaha oh fuck oh fuck oh fuCK ]

I don't know, this place is kinda small. You'd probably hate it.

Better not.

Now... I'm all for jokes, but I'm not seeing the punchline. Another me? They certainly made you, ah, convincing.

[ He pauses, staring long and hard for a few moments. ]

So you'll want a sendoff, hmm? A grand sort of celebration? Gotham's got no room for two, see, so have a blast in that space ship of yours. Let's just hope it doesn't explode on the way up, hah.

[Oh HO, what have we here? >:3]

Don't be ridiculous, small spaces are great. Like graves and mausoleums... and elevators!

Don't tell me that I'm unwelcome.

You should know that not all jokes are funny, bub.

[Well, the staring is mutual because even by his standards, this is strange. Not wholly unsurprising, but strange none the less.]

A gala would be nice, wouldn't it? A masquerade ball full of surprises and special guests - perhaps even a few fireworks. You won't be invited, though. I'm not overly fond of imitations, however good looking.

See, there's the punchline. The little glint of humor, the turn after the pledge. Gotham's not ready for a taste of this magic trick's prestige, you know. Two of me?

[ He's still staring, though. Even the clothes are perfect. He was impressed, though he'd never admit it. ]

The opportunities for surprises are pleasing enough, but you should know how I feel about dancing, hmm?

Gotham is always ready, can't you see it in the way the citizens flinch at the very mention of Otto Griebling or other used-to-be revered clowns? They're ready for more.

[He leans forward, expecting the other to do the same, almost wanting him to play the mirror game. Hoping it, at least.]

Oh, I never said we'd dance, no. Got two very left feet and all, but there is something just darling about watching a bunch of people without rhythm attempt to sway about without looking like dogs in the back of a van.

[ Oh, he'll play that game. He's leaning forward just the same. ]

My my, and if we want them to look like dogs in the back of a van? There are a few, ah, tricks we could use.

He would just smile and tilt his head, really Joker. You are entirely unruly it is part of your appeal. Sarcasm 'o' clock up in here. ]

All the more reason it ever convenient that you should arrive. I'll leave the larger opportunities to your most capable hands.

Pandering doesn't work for me [all of the time] nor does it appeal to me, so lay off. We can have something good here, something truly special - can't you see that?

But not if you underestimate and patronize me. [Because then he'd just get vindictive and try and see just how immortal you really are! Loki could be a fun play thing or play mate, it was his choice (and Joker was being reasonable enough to let him make his own choice.]

[Oh, goodie! He licks at his lip, just a flicker of motion as he raises a hand to point emphatically at himself.]

We could make it a veritable fun-house full of shifting floors and fake walls. Yes, I do like the way you think.

[Harley is frowning a touch, looking just a teeeeeeeensy bit confused as she studies the man before her.]

Well, ya could have yer favorite knife, bubs... all depends on when yer handler brings ya from, ya know? We all get lockers full'a our stuff... I'll have my mallet an' a pop gun... rubber chicken too, I think. Everythin' a gal could hope for... [She smiles winningly.]

I can steal anythin' else I need an' figure it ain't gonna be too hard ta find a knife, right? Big ole space ship like that's gotta have some weapons stored on it with a lot more firepower, too... an' let's not forget household chemicals. Ain't as good as Joker Gas, but, eh... [She shrugs.] What can ya do?

You see, I know I'll be taken straight from Arkham, where they undoubtedly will have confiscated all of my weapons. Not that I got my potato peeler back from the GCPD. [He frowns as best as his scars allow him to, because he loved that peeler. He loses a lot of knives, it seems.]

But you're right - there has to be things aboard the ship to utilize as weapons. Never the less potential explosives or, well, space lasers? Are space ships armed? I should have payed more attention to NASA announcements.

[This woman is intriguing and he feels as if he should know her, but. He can't even remember his own (given) name on a daily basis, so he lets it go.]

Tell me more about this Joker gas.

Hey you might get your knife.

Unlikely. [Each syllable is dragged out almost morosely.] The piggies at the GCPD still have most of my knives, and Arkham took the rest.

[Now ya see... you've given Harley a good reason to thrown on the mental brakes when you toss around words like 'Arkham'.

She momentarily deviates from that train of thought, however, as there are more enjoyable things to talk about... weapons.]

Well, if they confiscate 'em, ya should take 'em right on back... or find more creative ways'a hidin' 'em... As fer weapons on the ship... well, it's in space, right? I'm thinkin' that it's kinda like Star Trek, ya know? Phazers an' laser guns all RAT-TA-TAT-TAT and PEW PEW.

[She mimes shooting space guns.]

The kind that seal ya up as quick as they knock ya down an' put a hole in ya... KERPOW SPLAT. Dead.

[And then he asks about Joker gas and things start piecing together and she sighs.]

Ya ain't my Joker, are ya? I mean, yer a Joker, sure... but ya ain't my Mistah J, huh?

[She siiiiiiiighs dramatically, but there is a definite air of 'seriously bummed' about her now. This isn't going to keep her from answering the last bit, though.]

Joker gas is a hoot, Mistah J... ya figured it all out yerself... well, with yours truly ta help, of course. It's a gas!! Brings out the biggest smiles in folks, ya know... nah, guess ya don't, huh? Well.. we spray it all over the place an' people get the happy jollies... and sometimes, if we're super lucky, they die laughin' ... if not... well, we just blow the place sky high. HAHAH!!

[This woman is energy incarnate and Joker, bless him, is enthralled. He licks absent mindedly at the corner of his lips where they first bloom into scars and points emphatically at her.]

Yes, I like that. Good for handling masses of people, dispatching them with ease without getting blood on the new clothes. Though there is something fetching about a fresh blood stain.

[He cocks his head in a curious way and squints, leaning in closer to her as if being right in her face will help him remember if he knows her. He does not, but that's soon to change.]

I'm nobody's anything, but Joker is my name. What's your name, you little spit fire?

[And lord help him if he doesn't just reach out and lift her chin with two gloved fingers. Touching is something he cannot resist doing most of the time.]

A deadly laughing gas - why, that is genius. I'm overly fond of explosives myself with the frequent use of knives and other sharp implements like potato peelers and apple corers (they leave some great oozing wounds, you see). But this gas sounds like an absolute riot.

The ship works in mysterious ways.

[he says it like it's s u p e r s p o o k y, then grins]

[ This mirror game is all sorts of entertaining, and he matches himself just fine, right down to the finger pointing. ]

Oh, how spectacular, how stupendous that would be, you know. Oh, see, just imagine, just think of how those, ah, do-gooders and justice-seekers would do, hmm? Rolling around, losing eachother, shooting eachother, screaming, shouting, fearing. Hah!

[Harley is nothing if not full of energy. She tilts her head slightly, taking in the small movements and grins broadly when he points at her.]

Exactly! Why don't more people see it this way? I mean, sure if I ain't worried about blood, a regular ole fashioned gun is fine an' dandy... but if I ain't worried about blood, I might as well beat them with my mallet, ya know? A certain amount'a artistry is needed when ya beat someone ta death with a mallet, right? I mean, ya can't be touchy about all the squishy bits yer goin' ta get on ya if ya wanna do it right.

[Had there ever been a time Harley hadn't been this comfortable with insanity and killing? If there was, then she certainly can't remember it.

When the Joker leans in, she doesn't so much as blink, her smile still bright and warm as she meets his gaze.]

Yeah... ya say that all'a time, Mistah J. [When he asks her name, she visibly brightens.]

Harleen Quinzel, at yer service as always... but ya can call me Harley Quinn...

[She doesn't tell him the joke. He'd always recognized the joke and she had no doubt this one would too. She sees his hand moving and doesn't so much as flinch. Her reasoning being, if he's going to hit her, he's going to hit her... if she moves away, it really just gets worse; but when he instead lifts her chin with two fingers as if to study her, she practically melts. Her gaze softens and she smiles warmly, letting out the tiniest of contented sighs. This man would have her wrapped around his gloved fingers for all time, no matter the minor differences in personality and appearance.]

Yeah... it's a regular riot, Puddin'. Ya should read the reviews we get... critics say we make a killin' every time. [She grins.] But there ain't nothin' wrong with a classic. [You should see her butterfly knife collection.]

So touchy! [ Oh, please. As if Loki fears you any. ] I've done nothing of the sort, I assure you. Why does everyone always think I'm lying.

[ comic reference ftw! ]

A girl thinks the ship is creative on its own.

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A+

And an A+ to you as well.

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Late, but I didn't want to miss out!

Not late at all!

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Huzzah!

I guess I have time to reply now after all!

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Woot! This is filling me with all the joy, fyi. <33

erk sorry, so much game shit on the haps

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