3393/A Proposition

A Proposition
Date of Scene:	09 December 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Samantha Nishimura, Darkness

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Samantha Nishimura has posed:
Samantha opens her eyes and blinks slowly, looking around the room. Trying to remember...where she is. Then, she remembers. Harley Quinn is sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, watching cartoons on the biggest television that Samantha has ever seen. In her lap is a bowl of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. She looks oblivious to the fact that anyone else is even in the room. Samantha is curled up with a pillow, next to Jackie, who is dead to the world asleep, with pillows piled on his face. "Well...this is new," she mumbles, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair. She yawns. Harley doesn't even stir. Her eyes are glued to an episode of Animaniacs, and she's giggling. "I'll be..." she begins, but realizes there is really no one who's going to even notice her leaving at this point. So she shuffles out of the room and down the stairs to raid the fridge.

Darkness has posed:
Mornings are for people other than the Darkness... Sunlight... Fail... Too much of the stuff, and it just turns your day into shiny happy World of Walt Disney. This is /not/ how Jackie likes to wake up, and so he refuses to acknowledge the fact that it is happening. Two more pillows over his head to drown out the maniacal laughter of Yakko and Wakko. With what he's hearing, he knows Harley is awake, and his grogginess tries to remind him that there should be someone else... someone who he brought over... but there's just too much Light. Black Out Curtains, yes, Those will solve all Jackie's problems.

Samantha Nishimura has posed:
Downstairs, Samantha is pulling out things other than sugary peanut butter puffs to make Jackie something for breakfast, when he finally gives in to the light. She owes him breakfast...he made it last time. So an omelet it is...because she has too much trouble finding enough of the right ingredients to make anything else. That's when the text comes in. She grabs her phone and reads it, hoping it's from Lara. It isn't, but it's still helpful.

"Boat's leaving at 08:00 tomorrow morning with or without your mystery man. YOU. WILL. BE. ON. IT." Fair enough. She'll have to talk to Jackie once he's conscious.

Darkness has posed:
The mad jokes, zany music, and rather loud volume is too much for Jackie to sleep through any longer. There is a long sigh, and he lifts his head from his pillow 'head-shed' he made to look around. Hair falling over his features, he glances over at Harley, zoned in, and let's out another sigh followed by a small grin. First he untangles himself from the blankets, then he has to work his legs out from around Harley as she has taken up residence around him, and before he heads downstairs he gives her a quick kiss on the head. "Mornin' Beautiful."

Sam can hear him coming down the stairs well before he's seen, his feet thumping against the stairs in his zombie walk, and then he smells the food.. which is a surprise. He'll head into the kitchen, and see the other person who 'watched movies' last night. "Good Morning, Sexy..." Jackie calls out to her, moving to give her a hug, "Smells delicious..." and next heads to the Fridge where he pulls out some Milk.

Samantha Nishimura has posed:
"G'morning Handsome. I'm making YOU breakfast this time. You know, there are entirely TOO MANY sweets in that refrigerator. That much sugar should be against the law or somethin'." Samantha unlocks her phone and hands it to Jackie. A map of a chain of small islands off the coast of San Salvador is open on the screen. There's a boat leaving in the morning at 8a.m., and I have to be on it. But that's where you're gonna find your answers, too. There's a bunk reserved for you too, if you wanna come. Lara should be meeting me there.

Darkness has posed:
Hmmm, he might have should've put something on before coming downstairs, but this is what happens when you have a Night Owl up at the Crack of Dawn. So, standing in the kitchen in his birthday suit, having a large glass of Milk, Jackie tilts his head to the side, "Whatever Harley wants, Harley gets. You don't want to see her on a sugar crash."

He puts the glass down to look at the phone, excitement glows in those eyes, and he nods his head as he looks at the map. "Really? Here?!" He bites his lip, wondering if finding the answers is /really/ what he wants. "Yeah, I'll do it. I think I /need/ to do it..."