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It was laundry day! In fact, it was kinda sorta mountains of laundry day, because Harley had been neglecting doing that sort of thing for a li'l bit here, opting instead to just steal new stuff to wear. But there came the day where even the clown princess of crime was going to opt for just hauling an overflowing hamper of dirty clothes over to her nearest laundry place. Hey, Midnight was a lot of things, and for Harley, that thing happened to be a laundromat!
So there she was, hogging nearly all of the machines, about to probably leave at least one all clogged up with loose sequins and/or feathers and other blingy accoutrements of stuff that maybe shoulda been hand washed instead.
Also she had a boom box that was blasting Cyndi Lauper. Sorry/you're welcome?
(it's been too long without a Midnight laundry post. open!)
So there she was, hogging nearly all of the machines, about to probably leave at least one all clogged up with loose sequins and/or feathers and other blingy accoutrements of stuff that maybe shoulda been hand washed instead.
Also she had a boom box that was blasting Cyndi Lauper. Sorry/you're welcome?
(it's been too long without a Midnight laundry post. open!)
It had already been feeling like kind of a great day to get the hell off the island. And when Harley happened to run into Marc ("happened to run into", "one of them had had gone looking for the other", po-tay-to, po-tah-to)? That just made it into a great day to get the hell off the island and drag him with her! And since it turned out there was roller derby out on the mainland? That had settled where to drag him to.
Right now, that dragging was literal -- wait, well, no. It was physical? Point was, they'd left the car a few blocks away, and Harley was pulling Marc along by the hand towards what she was pretty sure was the correct building - yanno, even before she saw the people filing in through the main entrance, sporting various unnatural hair colors with a general alternative sense of style about them.
It made her squeal with excitement. "Oooooo you can practically smell the sweat and broken noses already!"
(NFB and for the dragee!)
Right now, that dragging was literal -- wait, well, no. It was physical? Point was, they'd left the car a few blocks away, and Harley was pulling Marc along by the hand towards what she was pretty sure was the correct building - yanno, even before she saw the people filing in through the main entrance, sporting various unnatural hair colors with a general alternative sense of style about them.
It made her squeal with excitement. "Oooooo you can practically smell the sweat and broken noses already!"
(NFB and for the dragee!)
It had taken a while, and a lot of hopping back and forth between the island and the mainland to work off some restless energy (to say nothing of all the times Harley had poked at various means of getting back to Gotham), but things had eventually settled down again for the proprietess of Needful Things. Hell, eventually there'd even been a text from Flag. Okay yeah, but srsly where did you get this number? maybe might not've been a win in many other eyes, but it definitely had been in Harley's!
Also no, she hadn't told him where she'd got his deeply personal phone number from. Always better to leave 'em guessing! Yearning for more, and all that.
So, business as usual!
In a sense, anyway, 'cause Harley wasn't down in the store but instead up at her place, enjoying her breakfast (leftovers from the previous night's dinner). Bruce had been walked, so it was time to chill for a bit before seeing what the day might bring.
(Unfortunately, she had not listened to the radio.)
(expecting one!)
Also no, she hadn't told him where she'd got his deeply personal phone number from. Always better to leave 'em guessing! Yearning for more, and all that.
So, business as usual!
In a sense, anyway, 'cause Harley wasn't down in the store but instead up at her place, enjoying her breakfast (leftovers from the previous night's dinner). Bruce had been walked, so it was time to chill for a bit before seeing what the day might bring.
(Unfortunately, she had not listened to the radio.)
(expecting one!)
Soooooo... Harley no longer had a headache? And okay, maybe talking to Atton the day before had helped, a little, something. But come Monday, she was still in something of a blanket goblin mode, huddled in her apartment with comfort snacks and Bruce and bad reality TV reruns.
She'd pick herself up by her bootstraps tomorrow, okay? It was coming, cross her heart! Soon!
Just... maybe not yet.
So far, for Monday, having made it to the couch instead of the bed seemed like enough progress.
(for a guy that knows who he is, and lotsa slow play)
She'd pick herself up by her bootstraps tomorrow, okay? It was coming, cross her heart! Soon!
Just... maybe not yet.
So far, for Monday, having made it to the couch instead of the bed seemed like enough progress.
(for a guy that knows who he is, and lotsa slow play)
Apartment Above Needful Things; Sunday
Feb. 16th, 2025 12:13 pmIt was supposed have been the most fun week of the year for both Harley and for her gleeful lack of impulse control. And yet, Friday had sucked.
And somehow, Saturday had sucked even worse.
And Sunday? Sunday wasn't really looking up, either. The pollen was gone, but she barely even noticed, because let's be real, she'd stopped noticing sometime on Friday when various other sensations and feelings had completely run over her happy hormone induced high, ruining her fun.
Because that was all she'd tried to have. Fun! Simple! Easy!
(Ha ha.)
( Harley's no good overly dramatic day )
(NFB, but open?)
And somehow, Saturday had sucked even worse.
And Sunday? Sunday wasn't really looking up, either. The pollen was gone, but she barely even noticed, because let's be real, she'd stopped noticing sometime on Friday when various other sensations and feelings had completely run over her happy hormone induced high, ruining her fun.
Because that was all she'd tried to have. Fun! Simple! Easy!
(Ha ha.)
( Harley's no good overly dramatic day )
(NFB, but open?)
Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon
Nov. 11th, 2024 01:24 pmHarley was having a quiet day in.
... What? It happened! It was allowed! Even the most high energy rogues had to take days off sometimes. There was a marathon of some awful reality show on the TV - oh, also, she had a TV now, a vintage one with a great aesthetic and terrible reception! - and she had a comfy onesie on and a takeout order on the way.
What more could a girl need?
(for one!)
... What? It happened! It was allowed! Even the most high energy rogues had to take days off sometimes. There was a marathon of some awful reality show on the TV - oh, also, she had a TV now, a vintage one with a great aesthetic and terrible reception! - and she had a comfy onesie on and a takeout order on the way.
What more could a girl need?
(for one!)
Apartment on the Mainland; Sunday Evening
Nov. 3rd, 2024 02:06 pmHad there been events happening on the island over the weekend? Harley was unaware, because the last time she'd actually been on Fandom had been Thursday night. The Halloween party had been great, but talking to Pam had been getting yelled at by Pam, and Steven hadn't been around so Marc hadn't been around, and so... Getting home from the party, Harley had made a snap decision - she was fantastic at those! - and she'd grabbed Bruce, and skedaddled onto the mainland with him in tow.
And, just to be clear: she had neither been run off of nor even merely spooked off of the island! She was just taking a much-needed break to have some quality time with her associate/apprentice! That was it! Important mentoring! And if some of that mentoring involved - like it did that particular evening - the importance of testing just how much extra cheese one's favorite pizza place could be cajoled into putting on a pizza? Well, knowing how to take breaks was an important skill, too.
Cass was trying to extricate a slice from the incredibly cheesy box of... mostly cheese, only slightly pizza. "So," she started, as the cheese between the slice in her hand and the slices still in the box just stretched and stretched, "not trying to throw you out, or anything..."
"Not that you even could," Harley cut in with a scoff without missing a beat, "place is under my name."
"Yeah, that too," Cass deadpanned. "But, like, have you thought about when you're gonna want to go home? You know, to the island?"
"I dunno," Harley replied, oh so casually, leaning forward to give a few scritches to the hyena curled up at her feet. He was watching the cheese raptly. "When I feel like it again."
Maybe she'd make like the cheese and see how long it took for something to snap.
(NFB due to distance, can be open for SP phone stuff)
And, just to be clear: she had neither been run off of nor even merely spooked off of the island! She was just taking a much-needed break to have some quality time with her associate/apprentice! That was it! Important mentoring! And if some of that mentoring involved - like it did that particular evening - the importance of testing just how much extra cheese one's favorite pizza place could be cajoled into putting on a pizza? Well, knowing how to take breaks was an important skill, too.
Cass was trying to extricate a slice from the incredibly cheesy box of... mostly cheese, only slightly pizza. "So," she started, as the cheese between the slice in her hand and the slices still in the box just stretched and stretched, "not trying to throw you out, or anything..."
"Not that you even could," Harley cut in with a scoff without missing a beat, "place is under my name."
"Yeah, that too," Cass deadpanned. "But, like, have you thought about when you're gonna want to go home? You know, to the island?"
"I dunno," Harley replied, oh so casually, leaning forward to give a few scritches to the hyena curled up at her feet. He was watching the cheese raptly. "When I feel like it again."
Maybe she'd make like the cheese and see how long it took for something to snap.
(NFB due to distance, can be open for SP phone stuff)
It was rare these days that Harley had plans, let alone ones that were less immediate than later in the same day at most. Funny what power a "could be free Tuesday" spoken on a Thursday could have! Because now it was Tuesday, and the "could be" had turned into an "am" - and Harley had plans she'd actually put a little bit of effort into!
Or bribed Cass to do something for her ahead of time on the mainland. Potayto, tomahto.
They'd taken the car off the island. It was parked a few blocks away now, to draw less attention to where they were actually going - which was a warehouse, but an old-timey one, all nice red brick, one whose actual warehouse days were long gone. If Marc had paid attention to any of the signage before they'd rounded the corner to the back of the building, he may have caught something about "circus arts".
Harley consulted Cass's messages on her phone to find the right door, then stepped up to it, and rapped a rhythmic knock against it. It wasn't Shave and a Haircut; it was something much more convoluted than that.
"Us circus folk like an elaborate knock," she told Marc with a smirk.
She was not actually circus folk except by a very long stretch, and the knock she'd just performed would not be familiar to anyone.
(NFB and for the one gently modded)
Or bribed Cass to do something for her ahead of time on the mainland. Potayto, tomahto.
They'd taken the car off the island. It was parked a few blocks away now, to draw less attention to where they were actually going - which was a warehouse, but an old-timey one, all nice red brick, one whose actual warehouse days were long gone. If Marc had paid attention to any of the signage before they'd rounded the corner to the back of the building, he may have caught something about "circus arts".
Harley consulted Cass's messages on her phone to find the right door, then stepped up to it, and rapped a rhythmic knock against it. It wasn't Shave and a Haircut; it was something much more convoluted than that.
"Us circus folk like an elaborate knock," she told Marc with a smirk.
She was not actually circus folk except by a very long stretch, and the knock she'd just performed would not be familiar to anyone.
(NFB and for the one gently modded)
Harley had way too much energy.
Okay, so that was true on just about any given day (and many nights!) but it was particularly true on that particular Wednesday!
The day had barely got past noon and so far the energy had already led to a whole bunch of re-decorating up in the apartment - including way too many new lights around the bedroom and a newly bedazzled sign on the wall above the bed itself - and then her scarfing down a truly over the top lunch as if she needed more energy in her system.
And, yes, she'd had her lunch down in the store right after the delivery person had dropped it off, since what was the store if not an extension of her apartment, anyway? She certainly treated it like one, a lot of the time!
... Actually, maybe she should move some things around down there...?
The store was not technically speaking open, but the lady of the house was in! And maybe considering re-organizing parts of the place for no good reason except for the urge to do things.
(open ofc)
Okay, so that was true on just about any given day (and many nights!) but it was particularly true on that particular Wednesday!
The day had barely got past noon and so far the energy had already led to a whole bunch of re-decorating up in the apartment - including way too many new lights around the bedroom and a newly bedazzled sign on the wall above the bed itself - and then her scarfing down a truly over the top lunch as if she needed more energy in her system.
And, yes, she'd had her lunch down in the store right after the delivery person had dropped it off, since what was the store if not an extension of her apartment, anyway? She certainly treated it like one, a lot of the time!
... Actually, maybe she should move some things around down there...?
The store was not technically speaking open, but the lady of the house was in! And maybe considering re-organizing parts of the place for no good reason except for the urge to do things.
(open ofc)
Boy, had that gone poorly! Harley hadn't slept much, and some of the reasons why could maybe be inferred by how, come morning, her makeup looked like perhaps she'd been caught in a heavy bout of rain. Rain that also made your eyes look kinda red and puffy? It was Fandom, okay, genuinely much stranger things happened all the time! Leave her alone!
Also, thanks to the aforementioned lack of sleep, Harley wasn't actually feeling all that much better, come morning. She actually kind of felt like she needed to bite something.
Or maybe go egg the Wayne Foundation building in town.
Set something on fire?
... Or kick a dryer, apparently. Sorry about the occasional clanging noises (and the accompanying swearing), Midnightites! Midnighters? Midnightees...? People of Midnight. Sometimes you just had to laundry aggressively.
It was so much better than actually dealing with your feelings.
(open!)
Also, thanks to the aforementioned lack of sleep, Harley wasn't actually feeling all that much better, come morning. She actually kind of felt like she needed to bite something.
Or maybe go egg the Wayne Foundation building in town.
Set something on fire?
... Or kick a dryer, apparently. Sorry about the occasional clanging noises (and the accompanying swearing), Midnightites! Midnighters? Midnightees...? People of Midnight. Sometimes you just had to laundry aggressively.
It was so much better than actually dealing with your feelings.
(open!)
Harley had spent most of the weekend on the mainland. Not just Baltimore, either - she'd taken the kid out on a little road trip. Yanno, for life lessons! Most of them criminal, of course, but that was sort of how their mentorship worked, so someone else could handle the boring stuff. Anyway, they'd had fun!
So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --
And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.
She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.
And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.
(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)
You awake yet?
(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)
So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --
And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.
She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.
And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.
(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)
You awake yet?
(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)
Needful Things Building; Monday
Aug. 5th, 2024 03:00 amThe Dream House was gone by morning, replaced again with the antique store and the apartment above it, both with all four walls intact, and the color scheme decidedly less pink.
And in said apartment, late in the morning, Harley woke up with a start. Like fully bolting upright and everything, with a gasp.
"... Barbie looks like me."
She couldn't believe it. She brought her hands up to her face, smooshing her cheeks.
"Like me."
This jaw! These cheekbones under her skin!
Something about it was making her eyes well up.
At least, until something else about the weekend came back to her. "Bruce!" Oh, God, he'd been eating something obviously plastic, all weekend long! Harley scrambled out of bed to find him - only to, yes, find him curled up in one of his usual spots, seemingly right as rain.
She still ended up taking him on a long walk around town. It took a while for her to be convinced that just as magically as he'd turned into a toy dog for the weekend, whatever the plastic stuff he'd been eating (and, to be fair, pooping out at what seemed like an alarming rate for a fully functioning gastric system) had just as magically turned into actually edible stuff in his guts when he'd turned back. He seemed fine! He was leaving behind dog shit that was the usual level of disgusting!
Still, between the long walk and then breakfast for both him and herself, the morning had already turned into the afternoon by the time something occurred to Harley, and sent her bolting down the stairs into the store.
There, she found the display of dolls of varying ages and kinds.
And there, tucked near the back, was a Barbie. Harley carefully pulled her out from between a Victorian-ish porcelain doll and a fairly creepy 1950s baby, and smiled down at her.
It was a little watery, but there was no one here to see it, was there?
"Oh, there you are."
Something in her chest ached a little.
(expecting one!)
And in said apartment, late in the morning, Harley woke up with a start. Like fully bolting upright and everything, with a gasp.
"... Barbie looks like me."
She couldn't believe it. She brought her hands up to her face, smooshing her cheeks.
"Like me."
This jaw! These cheekbones under her skin!
Something about it was making her eyes well up.
At least, until something else about the weekend came back to her. "Bruce!" Oh, God, he'd been eating something obviously plastic, all weekend long! Harley scrambled out of bed to find him - only to, yes, find him curled up in one of his usual spots, seemingly right as rain.
She still ended up taking him on a long walk around town. It took a while for her to be convinced that just as magically as he'd turned into a toy dog for the weekend, whatever the plastic stuff he'd been eating (and, to be fair, pooping out at what seemed like an alarming rate for a fully functioning gastric system) had just as magically turned into actually edible stuff in his guts when he'd turned back. He seemed fine! He was leaving behind dog shit that was the usual level of disgusting!
Still, between the long walk and then breakfast for both him and herself, the morning had already turned into the afternoon by the time something occurred to Harley, and sent her bolting down the stairs into the store.
There, she found the display of dolls of varying ages and kinds.
And there, tucked near the back, was a Barbie. Harley carefully pulled her out from between a Victorian-ish porcelain doll and a fairly creepy 1950s baby, and smiled down at her.
It was a little watery, but there was no one here to see it, was there?
"Oh, there you are."
Something in her chest ached a little.
(expecting one!)
Barbie was having the best day ever because every day was the best day ever. At least when you were Barbie! Sure, maybe the surroundings of her house weren't looking quite like what she was used to, and she didn't remember having a dog before, but neither of those things were going to stop her from enjoying her usual routine!
A routine that was entirely visible from the street, since there were little in the way of walls on the street-facing side of the building. You know, how buildings usually worked!
So, Serendipity Place and Pie Lane, enjoy watching every girl's best friend do her makeup in front of a mirror with no actual mirror in it, and make breakfast that involves no actual liquid or anything genuinely edible.
Just don't be a creep about it!
(major sp warning in effect for today, but open! BARBIE!)
A routine that was entirely visible from the street, since there were little in the way of walls on the street-facing side of the building. You know, how buildings usually worked!
So, Serendipity Place and Pie Lane, enjoy watching every girl's best friend do her makeup in front of a mirror with no actual mirror in it, and make breakfast that involves no actual liquid or anything genuinely edible.
Just don't be a creep about it!
(major sp warning in effect for today, but open! BARBIE!)
You asked Harley, it was a pretty good Sunday, so far.
She'd started out her day with no plan, and yet by happy accident (and it was definitely an accident, and not someone somewhere making room in a shared schedule to facilitate things, or anything deliberate on the part of anyone directly involved!) she'd run into Marc, and that had sparked a simple and easy plan after all: to drive him to the mainland for dinner, at a restaurant she'd overheard someone talking about on one of her off-island jaunts earlier in the week. It was supposed to be a family-run, no-nonsense little Italian place, and exactly the sort of thing Harley was in the mood for, especially right now with the company she had.
So life was indeed pretty good!
And Harley's mood wasn't soured even by finding out there was actually no parking available right by the restaurant. After some searching, she'd managed to find a spot some blocks away - which was to say, she'd sniped it from right under someone's nose with a truly reckless move. Which had led to some blaring horns from other cars. Which was all good in Harley's book! She had more important things to be thinking about, anyway!
"And the tiramisu's supposed to be amazing," she was saying, as they got out of the car. "Like, 'someone's 97-year-old tiny little Italian grandma made it' kind of amazing. D'you think they'd let me order that for an app and not just dessert?"
(NFB for distance, for the one modded with permission + some NPCs)
She'd started out her day with no plan, and yet by happy accident (and it was definitely an accident, and not someone somewhere making room in a shared schedule to facilitate things, or anything deliberate on the part of anyone directly involved!) she'd run into Marc, and that had sparked a simple and easy plan after all: to drive him to the mainland for dinner, at a restaurant she'd overheard someone talking about on one of her off-island jaunts earlier in the week. It was supposed to be a family-run, no-nonsense little Italian place, and exactly the sort of thing Harley was in the mood for, especially right now with the company she had.
So life was indeed pretty good!
And Harley's mood wasn't soured even by finding out there was actually no parking available right by the restaurant. After some searching, she'd managed to find a spot some blocks away - which was to say, she'd sniped it from right under someone's nose with a truly reckless move. Which had led to some blaring horns from other cars. Which was all good in Harley's book! She had more important things to be thinking about, anyway!
"And the tiramisu's supposed to be amazing," she was saying, as they got out of the car. "Like, 'someone's 97-year-old tiny little Italian grandma made it' kind of amazing. D'you think they'd let me order that for an app and not just dessert?"
(NFB for distance, for the one modded with permission + some NPCs)
There had been a note as provided by TBQ on Midnight's admin office door all weekend long, in Steven's handwriting, that said that Marc, Steven, and Watts were gone for the weekend and to call them if any of the residents needed anything.
Come Monday, someone had upgraded it with a drawing of three stick figures: two of them identical to each other except one was smiling and the other was frowning, while the third one had a hat on his little stick figure head.
This much was obvious to anyone walking through the entrance hall. Behind the closed door, however?
Well, there was... more.
( NFB mischief under here! )
Now Harley was in Midnight's communal kitchen sorting through her dozen pizza boxes, trying to find the one she'd actually ordered and had been daydreaming about ever since.
She might be willing to share the others with anyone who happened to come by.
Maybe.
(office modded with kind permission, and like the cut says, anything under it is NFB, thank u! everything outside is fair game, and the post is open for both whoever else has the rights to be in the building, and-or texts and calls!)
Come Monday, someone had upgraded it with a drawing of three stick figures: two of them identical to each other except one was smiling and the other was frowning, while the third one had a hat on his little stick figure head.
This much was obvious to anyone walking through the entrance hall. Behind the closed door, however?
Well, there was... more.
( NFB mischief under here! )
Now Harley was in Midnight's communal kitchen sorting through her dozen pizza boxes, trying to find the one she'd actually ordered and had been daydreaming about ever since.
She might be willing to share the others with anyone who happened to come by.
Maybe.
(office modded with kind permission, and like the cut says, anything under it is NFB, thank u! everything outside is fair game, and the post is open for both whoever else has the rights to be in the building, and-or texts and calls!)
It might not have ultimately been too much of a surprise which car in the parking lot was Harley's current ride. At least if you happened to know the Chevy Impala was Dean's provided it was even present on Tuesday. The funky 1970s green Chevy Chevelle sedan (four doors, see what she'd said about the back seat?) was of course Harley's: a classic look, but not so flashy as to attract too much attention and immediately get her in trouble as soon as she'd grabbed it from where the very unfortunate previous owner had left it.
Although the main hint that it was hers was still probably that she'd parked her butt on the hood of the thing as she waited for Marc to get there.
Call it a freebie.
(for that guy, continued from here!
Although the main hint that it was hers was still probably that she'd parked her butt on the hood of the thing as she waited for Marc to get there.
Call it a freebie.
(for that guy, continued from here!
Harley had wanted to buy as many daffodils as she could carry - so Harley had actually bought as many daffodils as she'd been able to carry. And maybe a couple more than she had been able to carry all the way from the flower shop to her place, but you know what they say, you couldn't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, or decorate an apartment without losing a few daffodils along the way!
And she still had plenty when she made it back to Needful Things. Enough to actually leave some around the store - you enjoy that now, Remy! - even if most of them came with her upstairs into the apartment, where she immediately put them absolutely all over, on the kitchen counter and the dinner table and the coffee table, and by her bed, and even next to the bathtub. They were just so pretty and yellow and she just had to twirl a little circle in the middle of the living room/kitchen area just to take it all in and sigh a big happy sigh.
Absolutely no thoughts were being spared for the inevitability of all of these flowers ultimately dying, and possibly soon. Not a single one.
Happiness lived in the moment!
(mostly 'stablishy, but can be open ofc)
And she still had plenty when she made it back to Needful Things. Enough to actually leave some around the store - you enjoy that now, Remy! - even if most of them came with her upstairs into the apartment, where she immediately put them absolutely all over, on the kitchen counter and the dinner table and the coffee table, and by her bed, and even next to the bathtub. They were just so pretty and yellow and she just had to twirl a little circle in the middle of the living room/kitchen area just to take it all in and sigh a big happy sigh.
Absolutely no thoughts were being spared for the inevitability of all of these flowers ultimately dying, and possibly soon. Not a single one.
Happiness lived in the moment!
(mostly 'stablishy, but can be open ofc)
It was not as dusty in the upstairs apartment as it had been the last time Marc had been up there. Like, sure, it was still dusty in places because Harley and her attention span had prioritized the spots that she actually used on a daily basis, but still! The living room slash kitchen space that they entered into from the stairs was actually looking lived in now, with stuff like cereal packages and coffee on the kitchen counters and some empty takeaway cartons littering the coffee table Harley had hauled up from the store.
Hey, the narrative had said it wasn't that dusty anymore, not anything about there being no mess. It wasn't too bad, anyway, there was just a little bit of clutter!
So far.
Whatever, Harley had put some personal touches in. Some eclectic decor pieces around the place, a pop art style painting on one of the walls, that sorta thing. (And a taxidermy beaver in a tutu on the counter, but Beaver wasn't decor.)
"Well, here we are!" Harley announced. "I promise this place isn't as much of a sneezing hazard anymore."
(for that guy, continued from here! NSFW)
Hey, the narrative had said it wasn't that dusty anymore, not anything about there being no mess. It wasn't too bad, anyway, there was just a little bit of clutter!
So far.
Whatever, Harley had put some personal touches in. Some eclectic decor pieces around the place, a pop art style painting on one of the walls, that sorta thing. (And a taxidermy beaver in a tutu on the counter, but Beaver wasn't decor.)
"Well, here we are!" Harley announced. "I promise this place isn't as much of a sneezing hazard anymore."
(for that guy, continued from here! NSFW)
(ooc) quick and dirty info post!
Feb. 14th, 2024 08:51 am( HARLEY QUINN )
And that is all for now! If you have a question, or a comment, or pie, chime in down in the comments.
