7286/This'll give'em the Jitters

This'll give'em the Jitters
Date of Scene:	20 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Scarecrow, Jim Corrigan

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Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley's at a coffee shop. And she's really looking nervous. She's got the shakes, and they are so bad that she's holding her cup of coffee like it's her 15th or 20th cup. She's got worried eyes, and is dressed like a normal human being. Well, kind of. She has on a pair of short-shorts that are plaid, and a long-sleeved flanel button up shirt that has been tied up to the side, to show off midriff. There are a few people giving her looks, as her eyes look around quickly.

She's called in the only support she knows is another doctor. Doctor Crane. No way she'd call someone like Hugo. Though seh leaves a message in whatever way that the Scarecrow gets messages. <<Come to Cafe Mixalot, bring notepad and paper. 911. Urgent. Emergency. Fast.>>

Scarecrow has posed:
Arriving at the coffee shop the tall man who took a long look around for the one he was to meet, seeing her he raised an eyebrow in confusion seeing her there. Walking to the counter he ordered a Chai Tea Latte once the frothy cinnamon goodness had been ordered, he would approach the table setting the cup down and setting his brief case in against the window. Jonathan was dressed in a simple suit to blend in with the normal populace, being here he set himself up saying "Hello Dr. Quinn.. How are you?" he asked
Making sure that everyone was going around about their business as he pretended to have a normal conversation between another professional.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh, thank the rotten meat in those chalupa thingies that Taco Bell sells." Harley starts as she gulps down some of her hot coffee that has every flavor in it from behind the counter and probably smells of sweet more than any particular flavor. "You came." And she's breathing quickly and then stares across the small counter with wild eyes, "I gotta tell someone. And Ivy, she'd never understand, you know? What with her already disdain fer any animals and all?" And she reaches out onto the table, hands wrapped around her coffee, "And my love, my dreamy fella, I can't let 'im see me like this, all vulnerable."

A few more quick deep breathes as she gulps down more of her coffee. And it's finished before she says, "I'm desparate, I'm tellin' ya. I ain't got much time left, and, I need yer help."

Scarecrow has posed:
Blinking in surprise unable to speak to the Joker was a given, but he had remembered seeing that Ivy and Harley got on pretty well by criminal alliances it wasn't the worst. He had teamed up with numerous villains before himself and knew it was hard to find a team that doesn't immediately break down and go out for their own agenda, admittedly he was guilty of it but he never claimed not to be a hypocrite. Nodding to Harley saying "Alright, anything you say will be confidential.. Professional courtey of course."
He was curious what could Harley like this though she was already quite unstable, most tended to end up that way when dealing with the Joker, even a professional doctor like Quinzel who was full of promise and talent before the clown meddled in her mind.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Well, to be fair, had anyone done any digging into Harley's brain before she ever met The Joker, they'd of found something wrong with her brain. An actual psychopath, but that's neither here nor there. And she takes in a deep breath, and smiles bigger to Dr Crane. "You really are a swell fella. No matter what everyone else says." And she goes to drink from her coffee realizing that it's empty, she grows suddenly angry. Crushing the container up in her hands, hitting them together to ball it up, "Be done, will you. Finished. I thought they claimed bottomless?!" And there's some kind of pay extra for a refill membership, bottomless coffee being advertised. And she throws the trash ball right at a person behin the counter. "That's what I think of your bottomless coffee!"

With some stares at her volume, Harley turns back to Crane, and smiles resting an elbow on the counter, and twirling one of her pigtails with her finger, "Alright. So, I was in New York City, last night. And I was shoppin' from some of my favorite stores... after they were closed. And suddenly the greatest thing happened. I found an ally, that I think could do wonders here in Gotham. Tossing cars, flipping people, takin' bullets, you know, the usual affair. But some capes come outta no where an' just start murderin' him."

Scarecrow has posed:
As the outburst happened Crane remained rather still in his position, not really too concerned with the people around them, he didn't need to look around to know people were looking at them. He knew people spoke about him, though he wondered how many were actually talking to Harley, or if this was just her taking shots at his own feelings of grandeur. He let things slide for now, if things turned sour he could deal with it as for Harley she had his full attention after her outburt.
Taking a swig of the Chai Tea, nodding at Harley saying "Sorry to hear that Dr. Quinn, did you name him?" he asked looking to figure out what was going on, if he was seriously here because Harley lost a pet, though possibly substantially more if super heroes were involved.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I thought it was our job to jus' murder folks fer no good reason? And, then I had to, of course, get my stuff back to Gotham. So I took a car which had this cute lil' baby in it. So I left it on the side of the road, and drove back here." Harley mentions and nods her head a few times, "His name is Rampage." She brings up her hands to her mouth and wiggles her fingers outward, like someone pretending to be Cthulhu and she tries to speak around her cheeks being squished, "He had the cutest tentacles, an' had 6 eyes like a spider or something, and anyhow. You're a doctor right?"

She slides forward on the counter in between them, and goes to a whispering tone, without getting quieter, "You can bring a mastadon like creature back from the dead? I mean, the only other M.D. I know is Hugo, so I just figure it's somethin' they teach ya all in doctorin' school. Like they taught me brain surgery."

Jim Corrigan has posed:
    Walking into the coffee shop, Jim Corrigan was smoking a cigarette and appearing very, very distracted. He has a couple of days growth of beard, and his clothes look like they haven't been changed in a few days. Looking over at the woman behind the counter, Jim appears to ignore the look on the woman's face as she stares at Harley and Crane.

    "Large. Black. Or Grande. Or whatever it is here." Jim sighs, and snaps his fingers at the girl who gulps, and says, "Yes! Right away! Sir!" She grabs Harley's money, and then starts to pour the coffee as quick as possible."

    Wondering what could get this girl in a tizzy, and starting to see the looks of the others present, Corrigan looks over his shoulder in the direction of where the stares and looks were pointed towards. To his left, just down at the other end of the counter. Blinking, Corrigan sighs. "Of all nights..."

Scarecrow has posed:
Head tilting looking at her he gave a light nod saying "No, I don't bring things back to life. Hugo would be the expert in something like that. I'm a psychiatrist like you were Doctor Quinn best I can do is offer you advice on getting over the death."
Looking at her quetly shrugging he decided to continue as his voice got more quiet and menacing "You want to do better, then get revenge.. Spend your time focusing on it.. Getting it is always better than just simply moping around." taking another drink of his chai tea he'd raise a hand and flax his fingers into a fist saying "Work out some of that pent up anger and hatred and other emotions out of your system."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"You don't?!" Harley seems taken aback, as she sits up and then grumbles, "I don't need my brain fiddled wit' or my head shrunk. I'm the picture of health in those regards Doctor." And Harley quirks her mouth to the side, and then hears the rest of the commentary, and she tap tap taps on the counter with her fingers, actually hitting fingertip to table in a loud bone on top sort of way. "Well, that really boggles my mind, I was sort of thinkin' you were a real honest ta goodness doctor. Rampage ain't gonna like this..."

After Jon keeps talking, she sort of brings her lips together, quirks them to the side, and turns her head with her eyes wide and staring at her table compatriot. "That's a great idea. You got any bomb triggers? I need ta get my race goin', that'll blow off some steam fer sure."

Jim Corrigan has posed:
    Looking at Crane next, Corrigan frowns, as though struggling with a memory. It was obvious who the woman was. After all, it wasn't long working in Gotham before you memorise her pictures, in costume and out of costume. Inching a bit closer, Jim smiles at the woman who brings him his coffee, and shakes his head slightly for her not to say anything. He offers her three dollar bills, and turns around, holding the coffee in his hands as though warming them up from the damp, frigid night.

    Evesdropping was not his strength, that was for sure, but Corrigan tries to listen in to their conversation while still appearing to be shivering, cold, wet, and enjoying the slight warmth the cup gave him. Blowing on it absently, Jim takes a sip, and grimaces slightly. That was what he got for giving up creme and sugar.

Scarecrow has posed:
Gave a nod to her in reply "Of course I always keep those wel supplied. Though ordering some in from a good source will help you get the other parts together."
He gave rather simple advice and stood a chance to gain a hand to spread some terror through out Gotham, all was fairly simple in Cranes eyes. Fixing his glasses up on his face he'd simply reply saying "I am a Doctor, though specializing in chemistry and psychology. My talents aren't anywhere close to defying life and death.. for now atleast."

Harley Quinn has posed:
People looking at her has never bothered Harley Quinn, so one more guy doing so? And despite all of her mental issues, being afraid or even paranoid isn't really one of them. Obsessive? Sure, but she's pretty fearless and right now she's talking sometimes loudly, sometimes at conversational volume, but never really in a way to prevent others from hearing her. Even when she's asking about bomb triggers.

"Ya learn somethin' new every day." Harley mentions and just reflexively grabs her hand out like she's got a coffee in front of her. Then her eyes and nostrils flare open, as she remembers the lie she was sold. Standing she's turning to the booth behind her, and snatches the coffee from a patron there. He looks up startled, but Harley just puts a hand on his shoulder and keeps him in the seat. "See here fella. This coffee, it ain't really yours. It's mine. The sign said bottomless coffee, an' mine ran out. Tit fer tat." And then she's sipping the coffee before her face gives off an exaggerated look of disgust. "Decaf?!" She puts the coffee back on the table and sticks out her tongue, starting to scrape at it with her fingers as she sits back down, "Cuhn yush beliuhve thught guhy?" Tongue still getting worked on, and then she's dropping her hands to the table again. "I got me some bombs already jus' need me the triggers. They need'ta be able to track speed. So if the bomb slows down.... BOOOM!" She yells and laughs throwing her hands into the air as she does so.

Jim Corrigan has posed:
    "Crane." Corrigan mouths to himself. Scarecrow and the "Queen" herself. Now this might be an interesting bit of intel. Taking a seat a few tables from where the "crew" was planning their escapades, Corrigan sits back, and grabs the flyer on the table for a look. "BOGO at Big Belly Burger. Might be a place to stop for dinner..."

    Whispering to himself, he takes a sip of the coffee, and then grumbles as his stomach reminds him he hasn't eaten today with a loud "grble." Patting his stomach absently, Corrigan adds, "AH, knock it off. You should be used to this." Pretending to read the day old flyer, Corrigan listens further to Crane and Quinn.

    When Harley grabs the other customer's coffee, Corrigan's first instincts were to help. Instead, he ignores it, and goes back to reading his flyer. Bombs. Need triggers. Hrm.

Harley Quinn has posed:
After the conversation about triggers happens, Harley gets up and walks over to the counter pointing at the woman behind it. "When I come in 'ere next time. These coffees better be bottomless, or that sign better be gone." She points with pure tense hatred toward the sign offering free refills after your purchase by calling it 'bottomless' and then Harley turns and stomps her way out of the cafe.

Jim Corrigan has posed:
    Reaching into his right overcoat pocket, hopefully out of view of the two criminal masterminds, Corrigan switches his recording device on with a quick press, and turns up the volume. Hopefully that will record everything. His memory wasn't what it used to be. Must be all the booze, cigarettes, coffee and fast food. Ah, to be young again...not that he was that old.

    Watching as the villains head out, Corrigan turns off his device, and says, "It was like she suddenly knew I was recording. Hurumph. Well, at least I know something is up. Time to do some old fashioned policework, and see what comes next." Finishing his coffee, Corrigan grabs the flyer with the coupon, and heads to Big Belly Burger for dinner.