[Closed] District 9: Meet the Prawns

[whosalicewhite]

Who| Those in District 9 suites, whether they should be there, or not
What| Likely, inter-district arguments, and bad caricatures
Where| District 9 Suites
When| Post arena
Warnings/Notes| Language and likely that's all.

Parker's been redecorating. Considering she can't climb buildings, or steal things (well, a few things from the bitch with the bubbles's room have gone missing) Parker's got one avenue left, art. Usually, her drawings are realistic, without passion. This time, she's gone through many, many different versions trying to make her subjects look as ridiculous as possible.

The bitch with the bubbles has too many matchy-matchy things. (Well, not so much anymore.) The sponsor who is not as intelligent as the seagulls from that movie about finding a fish, cares about appearances too.

It took 37 different pieces of paper, and 3 pencils, sharpened down to nubs, to make them look this horrible. The final pieces are on display, tacked to a focal wall in the suite.




The artist is nearby.

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[revvinguptheharley]

Harley let out a curious "Ooooo!" spotting the pictures from across the room and dashing over to study them. Slowly she tilted her head. Then twisted her entire body till she was bending over backwards to look at it upside down.

She giggled, then chuckled, then laughed in delight.

"These are GREAT!"

[whosalicewhite]

Finally, some art appreciation.

There's some laughter behind the girl.

"You get it. You're the only one."

[revvinguptheharley]

Straightening up Harley spun around gracefully to meet the artist.

"Did you make these? They're a hoot!" She declared cheerfully, bouncing on her heels with sudden energy.

[whosalicewhite]

"Mine." Parker's not exactly one to deny what she does, unless she's talking to a police officer.

"Needed better art in here."

[revvinguptheharley]

"That's a great idea!" She declared. "I wonder if I could get some clay. I haven't made any art that wasn't destructive since my last movie." She mused putting a finger to her chin. Then she struck out her hand in a friendly fashion. "Harley Quinn." She introduced herself with a cheery grin.

[whosalicewhite]

"Destructive art?" Now that's an art from Parker could sink her teeth into. "Does that use explosives?"

There's a brief second before she takes the offered hand. She's not that good with social cues, "Parker."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Sometimes." She explained shaking the hand firmly, sometimes the can be paint jobs, once I broke into a museum to steal some fancy gems, and painted clown faces on a bunch of the boring stuffy French guys." She giggled mischievously.

"The last time my art hurt people was probably that movie I made where we burned through every stuntman in town. We had lots of explosions there. Or those statues I made that were supposed to be the big finale on a roller coaster. With axes and stuff you know? Swinging for the riders in the cart."

She seemed legitimately proud.

[whosalicewhite]

Parker she can appreciate a good handshake.

"Clown faces? Cooooool!" Parker's never done that to anyone before. She files that in the back of her head.

"But explosives are the most fun."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley's smile beamed like a spotlight at finding some one who appreciated her tastes.

"I know right?!" She burst gleefully. "But it's so hard to buy explosives in this town. Back home? I could get a barrel of gunpowder for free! I'd be stealing it but still..."

[whosalicewhite]

"Pffffft, gun powder's not as good as C4." As long as it isn't mistaken for toothpaste.

"And stealing it's the only way to get it." Too boring to but it, and Parker doesn't like parting with her hard-stolen money.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley cackled gleefully "You're my kinda woman." She purred.

"I'd even pay for it if I could get some here. After all it's not MY money." And she had been spending it frivolously.

"There's SO many fun things I want they they don't let me keep in my room. Like mallets. So many great fun mallets! With the way technology is around here I could have like...the most high tech science fictiony mallets. But nooooo! I can't be trusted!"

[whosalicewhite]

Parker raises her hand in a faux high five. This is her version of bonding. "Still wouldn't pay for it. Getting stuff is most of the fun."

"Nothing here for me to buy." She doesn't want the frivolous trinkets people here like, except for the solid gold doorknobs.

"Don't trust us 'cause they know we'd win. They don't like fair fights."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Who does?" Harley winked "Fighting fair is for chumps and guys with superpowers as Mister J would say." She cheered. "It's alot more fun to watch too."

[whosalicewhite]

"They know that, so they stop us from getting everything."

But Parker has a point. It is pointed. "Want to be on the other side, to beat them."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Ooo!" Harley's eyes lit up. "You got a plan then?" She grinned wickedly clearly in favor of any plan that involved beating their party pooper over lords who were keeping her from her precious explosives and implements of destruction.

[whosalicewhite]

"Still planning." And taking things, here and there, when she can.

"Got to figure this place out first. I want the weapons from the training hall."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Pretty hard to do when they've got eyes and ears everywhere." Harley sighed with her knack for pointing out the obvious. "Even if we had gear, where do we attack? Kinda a big faceless government ain't it?"

[whosalicewhite]

"Wherever the government is. I snuck onto the floor in Washington, and stole a bill. It's not that hard."

And considering her impression of power -- Eva and Timaeus, primarily -- Parker's fine with blowing up this shit.

"Have to have a main building."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley wasn't sure stealing a bill sounded that hard considering some of the thefts she'd seen in her time, but she let it go.

"OK, big center of government. That's a good start. And at least we know this President Snow guy is important...important enough if I vanish tonight assume it was because we were talking about this." She snickered as if the thought was pure comedy.

[whosalicewhite]

Out of the box on the Congress floor and never being caught?

"I think that's what the other people are for, to watch us in here, not cameras."

Parker nods, "same here. They do that to people." And then there's one more thing, "this is a big government centre."

[revvinguptheharley]

Talk to Catwoman, she could tell you stories.

"So..." Harley looked like she was puzzling over that one. "We could pretty much just lash out anywhere and cause problems?"

[whosalicewhite]

She wouldn't like Catwoman. Hardison has said far too much about how much he likes Catwoman, for her tastes. Parker doesn't like it when he talks about other women, even potentially fictional ones.

Her lips purse and she nods her head. "I like it."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley's bright white teeth shone in a wicked curved smile.

"I like anarchy as much as the next sociopath, so what's the plan then just march into one of these buildings and start trashing stuff?" A simple elegant plan that as far as Harley could tell yielded no actual benefits and was likely to get her in trouble.

[whosalicewhite]

"I'm not the next sociopath. No one diagnosed me." Oh, the issues that some psychiatrist missed with this one.

"Pretty much, yeah, but we've got to pick the best one." There is a missed opportunity Parker regrets. "Timmy's yacht would've been perfect."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Aw but so many of my friends were there." Harley protested pointlessly considering the time had passed. "I don't wanna get them hurt while I'm having my fun."