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[revvinguptheharley]

Who: Harley Quinn and you
What: Creative fundraising
Where: Just outside Tribute Tower
When: April 10th
Warnings: None yet but it's Harley so be on your guard for flirting and violence. Also mentions of prostitution.

For every fancy party and corporate sponsorship that provides funds for tributes there has to be an amount of give and take. And for awhile Harley was more then willing to give so long as she had a much more significant amount of take.

But her brash and outgoing nature could be exhausting, especially to the frilly white gloved Capitol upper crust. What had been quaint and charming was now rude and annoying. It had gotten so some of her most loyal pay for play sponsors who had been all too eager to kiss and tell weren't even answering her calls anymore.

And so Harley decided a grass roots campaign was her best option. Sitting in a deck chair outside of the Tribute tower she was in shorts and a loose tank top with her logo on it, three red diamonds.

Sitting in front of her was a simple wooden booth like a child might sell lemonade from and indeed there was a pitcher of lemonade and a plastic cups. Next to the booth was a cooler and hanging from the front was a sign advertising:

"Kissing booth & other stuff
  Kiss on the cheek  1As
  *Kiss on the lips 3 As
  *Tongue 5As
  **Get punched by a Mentor 1As
  Punch a mentor 5As
  Cup of lemonade 1As
  Ice 1As
  Otter pops 1As (Not made with any actual Otter)
  Glitter bomb  2As
  Autograph 2As
  Photo 5As
  Slice of pie 1As
  Whole pie 3As  
  Get hit with a pie 3As 
Other requests can be discussed.
* Not for anyone under 18
** Not for anyone under 16"
 

 

It was hardly the most elegant solution but it was a start at least. And it gave Harley an excuse to sit outside in the nice weather and eat Otter pops out of a cooler.

  

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[revvinguptheharley]

"Wowzers!" She exclaimed looking appropriately impressed. "Can I pat you on the back or something that's like...one of the most nobel things a fella can do for his friend. Even if the Capitol don't appreciate self sacrifice some of us offworlders still see how important it is."

This coming from the girl who got herself killed in her first arena trying to protect the daughter of one of her sworn enemies.

"You pretty much are a big walking trope for people who can see the future though. Heavy is the burden of those who can see the road of fate unwinding and so on. Are your visions ever wrong?"

[biiowiired]

"You can pat me on the back ath long ath you don't thtab me in it," he quipped with the smirk and swiftness that came with quoting a common phrase. With trolls, it was half serious and mostly literal.

"That'th why I don't like my vithionth. They're alwayth right, and they're alwayth about doom." His mood darkened again. "It'th not thpethial or noble, jutht a pain in the ath theeing all my friendth dying. I can't help picking out their voitheth. It'th even more of a pain when I tell them they're going to die and they don't believe me."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Yeesh, I could see why you'd be happy to be rid of them then. Maybe once you finally win you won't ever have to have another...it's weird to think about the Capitol's depowering actually being a good thing for a change."

Not that it was the first time Harley had met someone who was happy to be depowered.

"Have you ever managed to at least...soften the blow from one of your visions? Like how you saved your boy in the arena?"

[biiowiired]

"Well, it'th.... not like I want to get rid of them exthactly. Telekinethith ith pretty damn utheful, ethpethially when I can't reach the remote."

The ghost of a smile flitted across his face, then was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"It'th a double-edged thtabbing implement. The vithionth warn me of impending doom tho I can prepare anyone who might lithten. If a friend benefitth from my forethight, then it'th worth it. Doethn't happen often, though. Motht of the time, people don't lithten to me."

[revvinguptheharley]

She laughed out loud at his entirely practical use of "telekinethith" powers "You're a regular couch potato after my own heart." she praised.

"And we might as well change your name to Cassandra at this rate. Where I come from we had a story of a girl who could see things like that. And she tried to warn the whole city of it's impending doom but nope! No one ever wanted to listen!"

Winking at him she added "Personally I think it's in the presentation. I mean you've got plenty of suckers out there looking for guidance in their lives. That's probably something that all humans share if not all intelligent life. We want to have a purpose right? A direction to head in so we feel like we're not wasting out lives. Around here they chose to find that purpose listening to their government overlords."

An exaggerated eye roll because where's the fun in that.

"I guess you're kind of proof though that sometimes a surprise is better then planning ahead. I wouldn't say no though if I could get your powers turned back on full time. I'd just make sure you had plenty of treats to sooth your poor nerves after they kicked in."

[biiowiired]

Psii would like to meet with this Cassandra. Two of a kind. Too bad people put more stock in armored sociopaths instead of real clairvoyants.

Harley surprised him with a curve ball, one that contained offers of comfort. In some ways he was still very much fresh-off-the-ship. He wasn't used to kindness in Alternian culture. Only the strong were fit to survive. His first instinct was to brush it off, tell her not to worry, he'd dealt with this since before he could comprehend what his visions were....

"Thankth for that. I'm not uthed to thith many people looking out for me."

Admitting that he needed looking out for was embarrassing.

"I'll thee you around," he added hurriedly.

[revvinguptheharley]

"You take care Psii guy." She blew another kiss after him before allowing his escape. He was probably her favorite tribute, not that she'd admit that to the others in her district.