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We're all gonna die party!

Who: Harley Quinn and YOU! She only invited the healthy but even sick kids can crash the party. Doctors too!
What: A rooftop party at Tribute Tower for anyone not sick and dying.
When: Week five of the arena
Where: The roof.

Harley had been relatively well behaved since the lockdown which was a surprise to herself as much as anyone. Sure she might have encouraged the hallucinations of some patients, and she may have sent get well soon cards to a few people who weren't actually sick to make them paranoid.

But all and all she had kept to herself and watched the arena with fascination.

Tonight however, with some assistance from the Tribute Tower kitchen and a team of Avox working as staff she had thrown a surprise party and was kidnapping anyone who didn't currently have a fever or a lab coat to come join her.

There were some dancing themed video games off to one side, a karaoke machine, food and music. All classics of any good capitol party. And who could ignore the giant projector screen that was displaying the arenas up to the minute footage?

Harley had even cobbled together some makeshift bubble machines using dish soap and personal fans, so the air was filled with brightly colored bubbles that bounced off peoples heads without popping. She cheerfully demonstrated that if you caught them in your mouth you could pop them with your teeth and they tasted like fruity candy juice.

As the crowd gathered on the roof Harley took the stage to inform everyone of the reason for tonights festivities. She needed no microphone to be heard.

"Hey all you miscreants, misfits, and misbegotten mongrels!" She greeted them before adding "And you too mentors." She snickered.

"So things are a little gloomy downstairs. Our fun loving tower has been turned from reality TV party house into a sick ward and it's making it a little hard for us to do what we do best." She explained.

"By which of course I mean waste time and pretend we're not all going to die again soon." she paused for laughs but continued on even if she got none.

"So lets live! Like there's no tomorrow! And if this sickness isn't stopped that could very well be a fact. Drink! Eat! Make some mistakes and sleep with someone you'll regret tomorrow! Why not Zoidberg?"

At the collective laughter or groans of disgust she sprang from the stage and the music started again.

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Mindy, on the other hand, was all about the ridiculous stupidity of the current Batman.

"Oh, you've known that for awhile Harley," Mindy said, waving her hand. "But as for what I want, that would probably land me into custody. I'll settle for what makes me feel good. Lately that's been hanging with you and a lot of friends that are my age. Who knew that I could actually act my age?"

"I did." Harley declared smugly. "I've been encouraging it since day one. The trick is to treat you like an equal and play with you, not down to you." She declared as if she was revealing a major secret to some slight of hand.

Raising her glass she toasted "To not thinking so hard, so much or so often. Life's short so move fast."

And while the toast seemed to contradict itself in it's message, Harley paid it no mind.

"It's not usually high on my priority list. The longer I'm here, the more I get convinced I should be finding ways to make things easier for the tributes in my District, not fucking around being a kid. It just seems like I should be more concerned about that."

But Mindy had no problem toasting Harley and then taking a casual drink, laughing a little.

"I don't think Eva would appreciate the contradiction of your message."

Harley rolled her eyes "It makes you happy. And if you're not happy you're no help to any of your tributes or your district." She explained with a grin.

"Eva doesn't appreciate most of the things I do. Or if she does she doesn't show it." She sighed. "But I'm used to that."

"I'll be happy when I get to blow something up every now and again, just so I feel less like a trapped fucking bird," Mindy grumbled. "Some real carnage, that's all I ask."

Where no fucking peacekeeper got in her business. As long as she was wishing for shit that wouldn't happen, she wanted her daddy back.

"It would be fantastic if I knew what the fuck WAS going on in her head. These days, who knows?"

Harley snickered with a glint of mischief in her eye.

"Just keep your eyes and ears open. I'm sure you'll get the chance to stretch your legs sooner or later."

As for Eva Harley ran her finger along the rim of her drink, "As for Eva...well I think it would do her some real good to get out of her head once in awhile. But she can't do that unless she trusts us."

"Oh, I will. Just about every time the fucking Arena starts all the people I give a shit about go away or get killed miserably. It's really great, having the shitty training room keep me company."

She rolled her eyes. "Like that will happen. She doesn't even room in the same fucking."". space as the other tributes, and then there's the history. If anything, we're the ones that have to trust HER."

Harley's lip curled in agreement but she didn't seem terribly off put.

"Desperation makes strange bedfellows. And there's no one stranger then the mentors of D9. When things get hairy she'll do what she thinks is best and maybe that means finally working with us. Until then we have our tributes and each other. If she decideds she wants to join the fun team then she's welcome."

Mindy snorted.

"Like I have time for that. She might mask that however she wants, but she's just afraid. In the long run, that shit's going to cost her, and if she needs us, she'll have to consider we might not trust her ass either."

That earned Mindy a tap on the nose.

"Well what else you got going on little miss social life? You don't have time? You can't even leave the tower." She teased.

"If that's how it all shakes out so be it. I may be smart but I'm no psychic, I can't figure out why she does what she does without talking to her properly."

"Good point. Even I want to do something more than just dick around here. So what exactly do you have planned these days, newly crowned mentor?"

She shrugged. "I have no idea. As it is, we didn't start out on the best terms anyway so of course I'm uncertain."

"You're looking at it." Harley spun on her stool idly while the bartender refilled her drink. "I'm fixing relationships and encouraging tributes. What more could you ask for really?" She felt particularly pleased with what she'd been up to behind the scenes.

"Maybe if I could convince her to sit down for five minutes I could even fix her realtionship with you. But that would require her to care enough to bother."

"Getting people drunk and getting information from them," Mindy said, grinning. "Ingenious. Wish I thought of it."

She nodded. "You can see why I'm not falling over myself to do that. I'm not known for trying to go out of my way to get someone to like me. I'm also not so stupid that I would be as hard to find and reclusive as Eva. That's not going to help anyone in the long run."

Harley shook her head and held up a finger to make a point "It's only ingenious if anyone actually HAS any information. And besides you make it sound like that's all I want out of this. You should know by now my first priority is always fun."

A lie, but a believable lie. This place had stopped being fun for Harley when Ivy was taken from her again, but it was fun enough she could continue on without dropping her wild and free attitude for even a moment. It was a secret she hadn't shared with anyone and probably wouldn't. Because what good would it do?

"I forget that, mostly because once the Arenas starts, I forget about fun. Maybe I should try to be more spontaneous like you. I could use some craziness."

She hated to admit it, but with making friends, she missed them when they were gone.

"Well it sure couldn't hurt." Harley agreed though a bit exasperated with how stiff and grown up Mindy always had to be. If Harley ever met Mindy's father she'd probably wait till Mindy wasn't looking and pop him a good one in the nose for what he had turned her into.

All kids deserve a fun filled childhood, but somehow he had turned explosions and fighting into serious business. Sure she'd live longer that way but Harley simply could not approve.

"This city is as close to paradise as you can get without having any freedom. You might as well make the most of it since we're all gonna die soon enough anyway. Sooner if the big brains can't figure out this plague non-sense. "

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She would enjoy explosions and fighting when she could DO IT freely. Here she had fucking watchdogs to worry about constantly, she couldn't even have a real fight. It was like being neutered, remembering what you liked to do but not being able to do it anymore.

"Oh THAT. No, I'm sure they'll figure that shit out. You can't entertain the masses if they're dying for real. But I'll die a billion times before I call this place 'paradise.'"

Not with what happened to Guy and Ian and Pruna. Fuck that.

"But no more serious talk. We wanna enjoy ourselves, might as well! What have you got to drink that's bubbly?"

Harley was glad Mindy ended that line of conversation, things were getting far too serious for the mood of the night. With a thump of her hand on the bar two drinks came sliding to her, both frothing and bubbling with something sugary. Harley quickly snatched up the green one to leave Mindy with the pink one.

For the humor of it of course.

Ok, so that was a little cool. She made a face at being given the pink one, but green sort of DID match Harley's style than pink. Mindy shrugged, took it down the hatch, and started coughing.

"Jesus, shit! It's good, but it has a kick!"

Harley set her emptied drink down and let out a happy sigh. A cloud of green smoke puffed from her lips.

"Such a child~ Drinking like a grown up to make herself feel better. You'll stunt your growth that way. Stay a tiny boobless brat for the rest of your life." She teased.

"Ah shut up," she said, rolling her eyes. "Plenty of adults do that shit, and its not why I am anyway. I was cured of that a long time ago."

She snickered. "Good. What the hell do I need boobs for? But I won't stay a brat. When you get older you graduate to bitch."

"I'll be the judge of that." She planted a hand on Mindy's head mussing up her hair before casually sliding off her stool.

"Time to return to my hosting duties. Can't very well make sure everyone is having a good time if I spend all night with you little miss grown up bitch." She teased. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

As if that was a long list.

"Well you do that then blondie. I can tell you right now that I'm going to have a great time, and I don't really need alcohol for that!"

It helped, of course, but Harley didn't need to know that!

"So you're telling me I should dance around scantily clad with a cherry in my mouth? You kinky bitch."

Because she didn't think for a second Harley wouldn't do that.

In a sweeping gesture Harley snatched a cherry from someone's drink and flicked it at Mindy in response before winking and vanishing into the crowd.

who knew? Maybe an underaged girl behaving badly was what high society needed to snap out of it's haze and realize how messed up things were.

Or Mindy might just get tased and dragged out by the peacekeepers.

Of course, Mindy was just being silly. She had no intention of getting drunk and losing her wits. With the two fights already under her belt, the last thing she needed to do was give the higher ups a reason to pay attention to her. No, it was better she enjoyed herself at a subdued level.

She had no intention of being dragged out as disgracefully as Ruffnut, after all.

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