7671/Doctor heal thyself

Doctor heal thyself
Date of Scene:	29 May 2019
Location:	Arkham Rec Room
Synopsis:	Stockholm sneaks into Arkham to find out when Harley wants to break out this time.
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Stockholm

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Harley Quinn has posed:
The orange jumpsuit is pretty flattering. Harley Quinn is used to having one on, and Arkham hasn't thrown hers away or re-adjusted it to fit someone else. Her's is, in fact, about as well fitting as you can get for an Arkham Asylum outfit. Though they don't allow her to wear any of her make up in this place they DO allow her to have hair ties so she can keep her hair in two pigtails.

Right now she's in the main room, there's people drooling and in wheelchairs, people on couches, some watching the TV off in the corner. And then there's Harley Quinn, sitting cross legged on a poker table... on some cards and chips. It looks like she may have interrupted a game that was going on, and is currently eating Pistachio pudding. You know, the light green colored one with the bits of nuts in it. Plastic spoons are all they get here since they are definitely less dangerous than full on metal ones but there are still nurses in white garb and doctors wandering about.

Mostly though, everyone leaves the Queen of Gotham alone. Every once in a while she's got to be stopped from doing something heinous, though even in this situation where she interrupted a game, and took 4 pudding snacks during this time, no one stops her. It isn't worth the trouble compared to the times in which she's busted up the place, killed people, or lit things on fire - this is super tame. She's practically a model inmate - er, patient. "Hey! You, yeah, the one wit' the remote." A plastic spoon is waved threatening in the direction of the person on the couch, 'Turn on somethin' good like wheel of fortune, or faces of death. Ain't ya never heard of good programmin'? Newbie..." She grumbles out the last bit as she sticks her tongue full into the pudding snack container and licks around the inside, more than once, getting every last drop of puddin'.

Stockholm has posed:
Ah yes the long con job.

This time Julia has to get a bit more creative to get to Harley but with a lot less firepower. I mean she isn't planning to break Harley out this visit after all so the crazy lucky mutant with the rocket launcher hasn't been hired.

Security is definitely tighter after the last bloody breakout though, so this time she had to pick someone who is a brand new orderly. As in so new they applied, got notice to come in for interviews, and Stockholm had to take them out and replace them.

Which meant she had to go through grueling interviews and background checks. She almost stabbed at least five different people in the eye but then she might have ruined the prosthetics and makeup she is using and ruined everything right.

Right.

So here is Stockholm, made up in her disguise, first day on the job as an orderly in Arkham. Perservering.

While Harley is distracted by demanding the TV channel change, two more pudding containers are dropped on the table by her, also pistachio, and Julia (aka Orderly Simmons), settles into a chair. "More Puddin' Doctor Quinzel?" there is an inflection on the way she says Puddin' though, it is damn near perfect Harley and does not seem to be mocking her at all.

I mean some of the orderlies in the room look over at the new girl approaching Harley but stay back. Newbs have to learn and Harley hasn't been in a killing mood right?

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a glance over as a person goes to sit donw, "Heyyyy, this 'ere..." A pause as Harley grins a bit bigger, "Awww, looksies, more puddin'." And she shouts out and looks around, "Ya see how this new person 'ere knows how ta treat Doctor Quinzel. I bet yer degree is in ... pistachios!" She shakes a finger at one of the doctors who more hurriedly moves past to investigate their actual patient for whom there may actually be help.

Turning on the table, Harley brings her legs up a bit so she's sitting kind of bowlegged but with bare feet on the table, and she starts to use her hands to maneuver her collected pudding snacks, all greenish hued pistachio flavored, between her legs as she looks down at them she grins, "If I get enough of these ta gether it's almost like he's here wit' me."    
With a deep breath in and then a slow wistful one out, she glances up, "Whaddya want? Gotta mother-in-law ya wanna..." She drags her thumb backwards over her neck, making a 'ssccrrrrck' sound before she offers, "Or maybe a poodle? Ya look like ya ain't too fond of poodles. An' I'd know, I'm a good judge of character." And then she's popping open a new pudding, leaning her body up against her bent up thighs, a painful position for a lot of people, but she's so bendable she could easily fold in half and she got one arm looped up under a leg, digging into the snack, and she's lifting it up to her mouth. She ends up eating from between her knees pretty much, eyes down at the pudding whilst she's waiting for the answer to the question.

A wait and a wait, she's just giggling a little bit as she keeps eating, eyes getting a bit wider. When someone starts to wander over to collect one of the puddings though, she turns her head, resting cheek to knee, and twitches her eye at the man. Much bigger than Harley Quinn, and seemingly a lot less... crazy, enough so that he just kind of backs off, veering to go another direction. "Jus' ta be clear, I ain't gonna off no poodles, Got me a soft spot fer loyal pets."

Stockholm has posed:
The new orderly, Simmons, seems pretty calm to Harley.

No that isn't it. She is acting worried and seeming like she is putting on a brave front, but that is all a show for the other Orderlies and the Doctor hurrying past. This orderly is to Quinzel's eye actually really relaxed, calm. That can't be right.

"Oh No.. No Poodles Doctor Quinzel." then her voice pitches a bit lower, harder to hear in the general low key bedlam of the rec room with the TV and so many crazy people.

"I tend to like my dogs toothier and meaner. I'll have to give Bud a scritch later and the boys some good steaks later and tell em they are from you." thoughtful tone, low pitch. "Also I can't believe you let Crane drive a bus and not me, that hack.. I'm your driver.. eesh."

Orderly Simmons leans back a touch and looks wide eyed. "I figured .. it would be good to make friends with the most dangerous .. I mean smartest patient. The orderly who gave me my briefing said to bring you extra puddings..." mock nervous tone, the other Orderlies assuming her supervisor must have been hazing the new girl. Dangerously but well a lot of the people working here are sadists.

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a pause and Harley looks up, mid-lick of one of the puddings, getting pistachio on her nose, "Wait a minute. I know ya!" And she speaks up a bit louder, and laughs a bit, pointing. Then she quiets down for the other part, "Yeah, yer Supervisor's a real jerk." Probably should've done that in reverse, Harley is often ignored because of her random outbursts and no one here even comes close to being smart. That's why everyone escapes all the time if they've got at least half a brain.

In a normal volume tone, smiling bigger, "Oh, Bud'll like tha' jus' make sure he gets his own. Away from Lou, else he'll eat'em all up. I'm surprised he ain't fatter from all the children..." A pause as she eats more pudding, licking it out of the container, "He chases. Ya kno' tha' Lou. Always a prankster. One time, he brought me home a head. Jus' a head. I ain't know where he got it at all. That's when I decided I needed a fence."

Another pause as she cleans out a second pudding container, "Ain't really had time ta build one though, and wha' with the life of movin' all the time. I jus' wanna find myself a nice home, settle down, be a home maker or somethin'." A sigh, as she shakes her head, "But ain't in the cards, can't deal this one a new hand." A thumb going to herself, "Gots the luck of the devil an' then some I do. Gotta play ta win. Need ta work hard to play hard. Gotta get myself inta the real, an' outta the clouds. A ... " She pauses, "Help me out 'ere? I'm losin' my train of thought." A giggle, "Choo choo. I think I can, it's back. Thanks, yer swell."

Stockholm has posed:
Honestly Julia winces, just a touch, but then again she has been in and out of this place more than once herself. Okay a lot more than once in the last half a decade. She knows exactly how smart you have to be to work here. She had to take the IQ test and throw it to be hired, they want pretty stupid do what you are told types for the orderlies after all.

The ramble about her dogs, well that gets a response once it plays out and the next pudding container is emptied. "You sound like an excellent pet owner Doctor Quinzel." ccontinuing to play into the poor orderly sitting with the psychopath and trying to suck up routine.

After the train derails, lights a lot of townfolk on fire, and then gets back on track with a swell ... well Orderly Simmons pipes up "You truly are the little engine that could Doctor Quinzel." and sets a third, yes a THIRD puddin' out on the table from her pocket. "Thanks though, you are pretty swell yourself."

Then she is pitching lower as she slow leans back from setting the puddin' down. "Do you want another break out or are you enjoying the puddin' and meds too much still. Don't owe you this time but figure you can owe me."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Waiting for a moment, there's a third pudding snack settled, and Harley just sort of takes that one and puts it with the other ones still yet opened, and then she starts juggling through her legs up and over. Pretty skilled, even if it's only 3 snacks she has left. She keeps talking though, pretty calmly, and hmmmmms, thinking. "I know I'm an excellent pet owner, an' fer all his great traits, Mistah J ain't so good at ownin' pets. That's how I got'em, ya know, he says they were a gift. Truth be told, he's a bit of an impulse buyer, that's why he's got all them gorgeous suits. An' who could resit two lovely hyena pups. I told'em, they're cute now, but wait till they grow up!"

Smiling Harley Quinn recounts the process of getting Bud and Lou, "But, walkin' em, feedin' em, teachin' em ta growl an' fight. That was all a lil' too domestic fer my Puddin'. It's really one of them things. Great at pretty much everythin' else, jus' ain't too good at dealin' wit' pets. Ain't fer everyone though."

She stops juggling with the cups landing on one another and stacking up, she sighs. A bit of a twitch joins her eye as she grabs the top pudding, "I said, put on somethin' good!" And she throws the pudding right into the TV and smashes it with one quick outburst. The room kind of goes quiet and she's seething, hunkered over her own knees in this odd sitting position on the table. "One more game show... tha's all I had in me. Jus' one... I ain't said to put on Jeopardy! It's jus' a show about questions questions questions. Non stop questions!"

Looking to Orderly Simmons she can't help but have her lips twitch wider, into a bit of a frenetic smile, "Play the game, lose the dream. An' I dream of laundry day, gettin' a good run through the ringer, pushed out. Ya push I'll pull, you push I'll pull!" And there's a couple of orderlies coming in with security.

"Everyone stand back! Else the ... uh... puddin' snack gets it!" She pushes her plastic spoon up against the side of the container. "Laundry, cleanin' day, I can't wait!" As she gets rushed, she twirls off of the table, and rolls over the back of one of the security guards, laughing, "Fast as fast can be ya ain't able ta catch me, I'm the gingerbread... girl? Person? I ain't too sure what since there ain't no gingerbread parts..." Distracting herself, she gets tackled, wide eyed and with an oomph.

Stockholm has posed:
Orderly Simmons just seems to be nodding along with the talk about Hyenas and being a good pet owner. Also how Mr. J is an impulse shopper with all those great suits. How cute Hyena puppies are. You know. Just nodding along.

Then things get super violent with absolutely no warning. "HOLY SHIT!" exclaims orderly Simmons and she just up and falls back out of the chair, it is a bit of a prat fall there looking up to Harley vulnerable.

Which mostly means that she isn't going to stand out for not being one of the many, and I do mean many, orderlies who dog pile on Harley and start to wrestle her into a straight jacket as she babbles and seems to lose it like that.

"Holy shit." all mock wide eyed as she tries to get up, and accepts the hand up from a more grizzled orderly. A supervisor who proceeds to tell her that she really shouldn't be talking to the inmates, that is for the Doctors. Also that Simmons was lucky to not get a plastic spoon in her eye and have it gouged out.

For effect the supervisor points to his eye patch and then wades in to manhandle Harley leaving poor orderly Simmons to just watch. "She really seems to like laundry day. Uh.. have a nice wash?" offers Simmons before heading for the door.

Well the plan seems to be set.