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The Crowning of Mindy McReady

Who| Everyone ~~who's anyone.~~
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.

The party is brightly colored.

The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.

Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.

Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.

About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.

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He has to commend her for that fast thinking. It's fast as fuck. Frankly a little faster than he wanted to go with anybody in this damn lifetime. Point two to her. This has spiralled well beyond him.

He stumbles back, this human's arms around his neck, her all up on him trying to kiss him. Right after smashing a bottle against the back of his head. He shoves, firm.

"GET OFF ME! Who the fuck do you think at you are?! SISTER, I GOT A KISMESIS AND IT SURE AS SHIT AIN'T YOU!" He snaps, trying not to look as frazzled and alarmed as he is. At least, he's pretty damn sure Shepard wouldn't do something all like this, even to antagonize (no, that would be too romantic for her). All he goddamn knows is that his head is bleeding, his suit is wet now, and his paint is smearing. "Who are you?!"

She blinked a few times and brought up a gloved hand to wipe across his cheek. seeing and feeling the make up smear was the wake up call she needed and very quietly she let go of him sliding to the ground with a flop.

"You ain't him...of course you ain't him." she mumbled in a daze "Way too tall...and got that funny voice. Not funny ha ha like Mister J. Funny weird..."

Bringing a hand up to her own face she rubbed it in frustration and her makeup did not smear.

"Just...point me at your Stylist so I can violently murder them." She instructed with a hallow sound in her voice.

She doesn't answer a single one of his questions, and that might annoy, except for how all she looks utterly motherfucking defeated. Clearly, he just ruined this Sister's whole damn day all by looking like someone he's not, either kismesis or matesprit (probably a kismesis, he decides). He relaxes some, not completely-- it'd impossible to do that while all he's got a glass shard in what all he pulled out of his head-- but enough. He watches her a moment before he speaks.

"CLAUDIA KISHI. But she ain't got no fight in her worth it. DOUBT SHE TRULY GOT TO HAVING A KNOW. Wouldn't be worth it," He says. He tosses the broken glass from one hand to the other. "BESIDES, WITH HOW ALL THIS PLACE SO LIKES TO SPIT IN THE FACE OF ALL, THEY'D BE LESS LIKELY TO ROUND WHOEVER FUCK IT IS THEN, JUST TO TAUNT. And she's the only fucker what knows not to touch my paint she all is and I got investment at to keep that persisting even if vengeance be all deserved."

He takes in the name she calls the mystery person, and what all he heard already-- joker, some sort of legend in the other man's words, the suit making like to match-- and it all fits together then. "FUCKER IS LIKED TO BE CALLED JOKER, AIN'T HE?" He asks. Maybe if they brought him round he could return that motherfucking bottle bash, message all passed. But he doesn't say that. "Ownself is called the Initiate, Fraysong, among other things."

Harley pouted even further when informed she could not kill the stylist. Oh well, just another thing to add to the long list of stuff she wanted but couldn't have.

"Yeah I recognize ya now. District Five, you had some pretty dramatic scenes in the last arena." She remarked.

"Harley Quinn, District Nine, and yeah he was called The Joker. The funniest, most lovable psycho a girl could ever want." She sighed and couldn't help but smile fondly at the thought. "The whole city trembled in fear of my Puddin's pranks. The world knew his name."

You had some pretty dramatic scenes in the last arena, she all says. He makes a face, realising again that everyone would have seen all that to the last of it. What a motherfucking daymare. He focuses on her latter words.

"SOUNDS OF A MOTHERFUCKER GREAT. Sounds of a motherfucker what all would be lauded upon this brother's world. COULD GET AT TO FEELING AN HONOR UP ON THE COMPARISON ALL AS SUCH. Let it never be said then your kind be without Mirth," He says, all while thinking that maybe she and this joker are a vacillating pair, with the red and black of quadrants.

"HE SUPPOSES THEN IT BE HONOR TOO TO MEET A WICKED SISTER WHAT'S ALL BEING HER OWN SELF." He gives a small bow to her; not too low of course, more of a nod. He smirks wryly waving the bloodied glass shard. "He'll take this as souvenir as be all they call it."

She returned the bow with a graceful flourish.

"I am who I am, makeup and all. It's just a matter of who I wanna be at the moment." She winked.

"As for mirth, my Mr. J was the master of Mirth! The Crime Clown King! His name was known far and wide for his fabulous fun and hilarious horror!"

Even after all this time she felt the pull of him. It was like an addiction she'd never shake and it shone so clearly in her eyes which practically vibrated in her head.

He grins and laughs at her wink, understanding, or so he thinks.

He sees that shine. That spark. It's there like holy revelation. It's there like one what all has heard the voice of Messiahs. He should know.

"THE WAY ALL OF THESE MANY WORLDS BE CRUEL. It is a goddamn sin that all he and a wicked Sister's own self couldn't make at to be of Alternian life. THE CHURCH WOULD ALL HAVE BEEN FAR GREATER WITH MOTHERFUCKERS SUCH ALL AS THEE."

What was he doing? Well, truly, how could he resist. How could any motherfucker of the cult not want to see such passion alive with the curtain walls?

She cackled like he had just told her the best of jokes.

"Well aren't you a charmer? I've never been much for church though...well I was a good Jewish girl till college. Then I had other things on my mind." She joked.

"But I'll try anything once! Twice if you're a friend and three times if you bribe me."

"Oh, you tempt a preacher. AIN'T YOU LIKE TO BE A DARING ONE," He jokes right back, chuckling. "He finds it to be funny a sister ain't one for church when all she exemplifies some of what be the best parts. WHIMSY AND MIRTH." A passion. But he shall not be so forward (perhaps foolish when all she tried to kiss him only moments before).

"But then, he ain't got the slightest know what all Jewish is to mean. SUPPOSE IT A HUMAN FAITH." He shrugs.

"Tell true though, he'd be more than motherfucking happy all to share that which scripture he knows sometime. HE HAS FAITH ENOUGH UP ON HIS OWN. But a preacher is hardly such with at least a single one what all to preach to."

This guy sure had a way about him, no wonder he was a preacher. He was practically oozing charisma.

"I'm surprised you haven't started preaching sooner. You've got cameras on you all the time, what a better way to spread your word to the world right?"

"BUT SISTER, THAT AIN'T NEAR AS FUN! How all would he get to see the faces of his righteous brothers and sisters lit the fuck up with the holy revelation?" He asks, gesturing wide with his arms.

He shrugs. More seriously, though still grinning, he says, "I GET MY CHANCES ALL HERE AND MOTHERFUCKING THERE. Sometimes the voice of the Messiahs ain't to be one's what all is easy to hear. IT'S A GIFT, DON'T YOU KNOW? Sometimes it be good all to see who is to be bestowed such special-like."

He laughs. "CLEARLY AIN'T ALL BEEN LOOKING NEAR ENOUGH. A sister such as she is, he would all have thought at to have seen what all whimsies be preformed, such pranks executed. I'D CLAIM AT BUSYNESS BUT THAT CAN HARDLY BE GOOD ENOUGH EXCUSE WHEN MIRTH MAKES ITS CALL AND SO GOES IGNORE. May Messiahs pardon his transgression." He folds his hands and bows his head again on the last words.

She bows right back "Aw never you worry fangs! I'm sure you'll be forgiven. It's not like there isn't a million other things going on at any time." She cheered good natured.

"The important thing is we've met now and can plot our mirth, or find places to make up mirth on the fly! You never know when the opportunity will rise to get a rise out of others!"

Case and point she gestured to the broken glass.

"You manage to twist up some converts from the locals yet? These Fad Fetishists seem keen for anything new and meaningful to cling to."

"FANGS," He repeats, trying the nickname out on his own tongue. He grins. "I like that."

He gives her suggestion some thought. "AS FOR ROUNDING SUCH PEOPLE, CERTAINLY IT IS AN OPTION. Though there still is to see whether all they could put what souls all they got into the holy word and what be done round flipped ways. PERHAPS HE SHALL TEST THE MOTHERFUCKING WATERS AS SO TO UP AND SPEAK."

He smirks. "And all up on the spread of mirth, he does so dearly hope she will make all to invite him upon the ones what all be planned. IN MOTHERFUCKING FACT, DOES SHE WANT AT TO THROW SHIT UP AT THEM MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT ALL IS CROSSING THE FUCK ALONG ARIEL-LIKE NOW?" He points up at the people that are getting all hooked into harnesses and proceeding to swing down.

Harley's eyes lit up like fireworks at the suggestion.

"I bet I can hit more of them then you can!" She challenged and spun around to find another supply of bottles she could throw.

"Wicked sister, you are motherfucking on you all are!"

He's not wasting his time with bottles. Rather, he's going to kill two flapbeasts with a single stone and ditch the pain-in-the-glutes shoes. Glass? What motherfucking glass? He sees no glass.

Besides, his shoes are big enough he could probably decently bruise someone. He always did prefer blunt force.

One person goes sailing by with a bright grin, only to start spinning as a bottle of something that burns smashes against his temple. Alcohol and glass rains down on the dancing crowd who scream and scatter.

All the while Harley cackles like a wicked witch and readies another bottle.
"How many of these do ya think we can do before the peacekeepers taze us?"

The Initiate is cackling and honking right along with her and there isn't a damn thing that can stop him.

Except maybe that.

"I GIVE IT ABOUT ONE, TWO MOTHERFUCKING MORE!" He laughs. He launches a shoe high and it hits its mark perfect, causing another person to cry out and spin as well. "Three if they ain't being up on the motherfucking ball, pans lost distant!"

And on that, people seem to start looking their way and stop leaping out into the fray.

Harley is giggling so hard from finding someone else who doesn't give a damn that she misses with her next bottle and hits a light which showers them in sparks making her squeal and cartwheel out of the way into the crowd.

He guffaws. "HONK! Every motherfucker for themselves!" He shouts. He throws one last shoe and abandons the scene. No cartwheeling for him, not with his horns getting up in the way, but he leaps and flips over sections of broken glass, then darts after her.

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