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[grspntdlove]

[[OOC: Okay, I had a thread going with Harl, Nick and the Dr. Simon Tam and it died. And now that I’m feeling better, it’s time to introduce Harley to the world at large! Feel fear, world! Feel free to poke her, she's blonde!]]A little bit patched up, but still limping, Harley slung her bag over her shoulder and moved down the hallway. Still out

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[kidcollector]

"Not really a step up from your former accomodations, is it?" Slade says, practically hovering behind her. "Do they have padded rooms here, I wonder?"

[grspntdlove]

"Excuse me, who the hell do you think you are?" Harley turned around and her jaw dropped. She hadn't known the voice; after all, she had never met this man in person. But she knew the out fit, and she knew him by reputation. "I... what? No! What?!"

[kidcollector]

"No need to be surprised, miss... What was the name you used? A play on 'Harlequinn', wasn't it? Harley Quinn. Yes, that was it." He didn't forget her name. He's just toying with her. "You're perfectly at ease around the clown, but go to pieces around me? I'm hurt. Apparently not as much as you are, though." He points to her black eye. "Another gift from the Clown Prince?"

[grspntdlove]

"I know you!!" Harley pointed right at his chest, "Well, I don't know you, but I know you! And no! I fell, see?"

In her mind the constant chant of 'he didn't mean it, he loves me' ran through.

[thexanwhosees]

There's an one-eyed carpenter wandering past with a couple of boards of wood.

There was no blinking of recognition, even though the old fanboy geek would do a double take.

But he did pause to comment, "Careful there. And it's interesting, even if the doom's way too familiar for my tastes."

[grspntdlove]

"Doom happens," Harley said with a shrug looking the guy over. Heh, he has an eye patch. To her, he is now Pirate Man, if for no other reason than she's bored. "Who're you?"

[thexanwhosees]

"All too often," He agreed. And hey, pirates are cool. As long as it's not loser, idiot, Zeppo or Jimmy Olsen, he's a happy guy.

"I'm Xander, a new guy around here. How about you, uh, miss?"

[grspntdlove]

"Call me Harley," Harley said brightly despite the black eye and all the recovering bruising. "Everyone does," she laughed, "You're new, I'm new. So where's here?"

[mushroomdaddy]

Oooh, she happened to catch one Daddy, sneaking out of the infirmiary. Still not looking his best, but he knows how to take it easy now.

"Oh, like, wow, scuse me.."

[grspntdlove]

Harley looks like a med center escapee herself. So she's not going to say anything about sneaking out. But curiosity gets the best of her. "What happened to you? And why do you smell like a bus full of hippies?"

[mushroomdaddy]

Daddy blinks at her, and cocks his head to one side.

"Like, I totally wore myself out, growin' the garden...and, uh.."

He looks down at himself, his clothes, then up to his fro, and shrugs.

"Cause I am one?"

[grspntdlove]

Harley laughs, "Well, that explains it. You know, all that stuff kills brain cells!" She said brightly.

[princesspwrfl]

"You get used to it after a while," pipes up a young girl leaning against a the wall. She's about twelve years old or so, with long brown hair underneath a cute little hat of some kind.

"It's kind of weird, but...it starts to feel like home," she continues.

[grspntdlove]

"Home is where your heart is," Harley chimed. Her heart isn't here at the moment, but something could always distract her. "You're just a kid, ain't ya?"