Who: Harley Quinn, District 9 and Open to All!
What: Harley is hustling for that sweet sweet Assi. Join her won't you? (Also a prompt for training room activities) 
Where: D9 CommonsVarious prompts around the city.
When: After the announcement of a lack of credit
Warnings: None yet except a shameless and barely dressed Harley.

( We're not opposed to greed! >:3 )

Who: Nux and OPEN
What: Alive is good....maybe?  Having no money is...what is money?
Where: District 8 common area and training
Warnings: TBD?

A:  DIstrict 6 Common Area:

Nux is probably hard to see, because he's sitting on the floor.  Because, yeah, what is furniture?  They didn't have that in the Citadel. Even cars had most of their seats stripped out, except for the driver's. 

He misses driving, but after a few pokes at the tv remote, he's figured out what it does. And so he's found a racing show--sure they're not cars, but they're racing around that track for sure--while he's gotten a toaster dismantled into pieces between his legs. 



B:  Training Room

He's feeling waaaay better than he probably has a right to feel. Especially, you know, after being killed and all.  By a little girl!  He always KNEW females were weird, but, yeah, didn't see that one coming!  So he's on the far side of the punching bags, where he can view anyone coming in, noticeably trying to avoid anyone of the female persuasion, as he shifts between punching the bag and throwing knives. They're not quite lances or thundersticks, but they're close enough, he figures.

"Be better if they exploded, though," he muses, heading down range to retrieve them.  Because, well, anything's better if it explodes. 

C: Random Wandering In the City

Yeah, the City kind of weirds Nux out. It's so big. And there's like...open space. And there's shops, which are places that sell things! Things like...stuff he's never seen before! Like apple peelers and spaghetti tongs and....boxer underwear and big foil packets filled with air and something called 'potato chips' and little things that play music...the way he stops and stares into shop windows, or at people, it's probably really easy to run smack into six foot four of pasty War Boy.

Or, conversely, having him run into an innocent bystander as he runs out of a shop, hands full of plunder.  Paying for stuff? Wh-what's that?