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thecapitol2014-06-22 09:22 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-22 09:22 pm
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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.
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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"Maybe you've heard of The Batman? I was second in command for his arch enemy The Joker." She explained in possibly the most straight forward version of her history she'd ever offered.
"And I have ta say, I am HIGHLY unimpressed that I'm not infamous in your time period. I'm not even asking to be famous just a little recognition would be nice. I mean I've saved the world too before."