7732/High Strangeness

High Strangeness
Date of Scene:	04 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	7665, Harley Quinn

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Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    Piggot Arkansas, isn't the sort've place you go visit if we're being real here. Despite claiming itself to be the "White Squirrel capital of America", nobody has seen one in like twenty years. Theres like thirty other "White squirrel capitals" anyway, as if this was sufficient cause to drive all the way out here to begin with. No what it does have, even at this ungodly late hour? Well it's got itself one hell of a gas station on the edge of town, the sort've place you might purchase hotdogs of unknown age or various terrible shirts of questionable taste.

    Indeed "Gas-R-Go" is the sort've place you might stumble into if you were trying to keep to the back roads, and well it's a veritable oasis considering the hour. Theres just an old pickup truck parked at one of the pumps, driver side door slightly ajar. Theres no clerk visible from the gas pumps, but well at this hour the poor kid is probably just mopping the floors right? No way there was a god damned alien invasion underway, right?

Harley Quinn has posed:
Big boss motorcycle? Check. Big boss black jacket with not enough pockets? Check. Comically oversized mallet haphazardly attached with duct tape to the big boss motorcycle? Hells yeah, check. The loud raucous engine calms down to a puttering purr as the woman in black stops her bike. Black leather pants and a black tube top cover her where the jacket doesn't. The outfit is somewhat too big, and it's likely something she stole from the nearest person after her escape from Arkham just earlier in the day.

You know a place The Punisher isn't going to come looking for you? White squirrel capital of America. Pulling off her helmet, those quintessential blonde pigtails pour out and she gets off the bike, leaving it parked in front of one of the gas pumps. Tossing her helmet to the side, she plays it cool, even as it clatters on the concrete ground. And then, up against the window there's knocking. Loud knocking. Suddenly, "Hey! Anyone in there?! I need gum. Ya can't be drivin' no big boss bike without chewin' gum. I need ta make one of them big bubbles come out when the glass thingie in the helmet is open. Hellloooooooo!?! Anyone even in there? I'm givin' ya exactly one hundred 12 seconds and a half."

A pause, then she starts, "One missed epipen, two mised epipens, three missed epipens..."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    The station remains dead silent, save for the dutiful churning of slushy machines. Then comes the rumble, like distant thunder that slowly grows louder and louder. The lights cut out and for a second all is dark before they flicker reluctantly to life. Outside the street lamps however remain dim, the distant houses and that neon sign for the adult bookstore two exits down? They stay dark as the night.

    She stands on the edge of the light cast from the station's awning, shoulders slumped and head bowed. It's a little girl, her hair a tangle, filthy. What was once a pretty yellow sundress covered in dirt, and a familar sort've dark brown stain across her front. Scrapes and bruises, one shoe missing and the other held in her hand. She slowly lifts her head, mouthing something silently before she takes a stiff uncertain step foreward towards the station.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"One hundred missed epipens, one hundred and -" A pause as thunder grows louder suddenly. "Hey, turn off yer engine! I'm tryin' ta shout 'ere." And Harley turns from the door to the gas station to see the empty space around her. She reaches up and scratches her head, and she quirks her mouth. "They really weren't kiddin' when they said lights out at eleven thirty in these sorta towns." Taking a step or two from the building, it takes her a moment but Harley sees the little girl.

Looking over in that direction she smiles and gives a finger wiggle wave. "Hey there lil' Susie, are ya lost? Comin' to bring-your-daughter-ta-work day?" The scrapes, bruises, and dark brown stain doesn't even seem to register to Harley. "Ya pa or ma around 'ere?" And she picks up her voice as she turns her head a bit, "So a girl can't get jus' one lousy stinkin' pack of gum!?" Then back to the girl, "Ya need any help wit' that there shoe?" Walking in the direction of the sun dress wearing girl.

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    If you hadn't been exposed to a particular flavor of madness, it'd be easy to miss. Theres a strange sort've weightlessness in how she moves foreward, her face turns towards Harley but those eyes don't really seem to track. Even scarface blinks, maybe but this girl? She's not so much as off as, well perhaps a bit of a...dummy.

    That rumbling grows suddenly louder, before the street lights blink back to life and yeah. The "girl" is suspended from an allmost invisible thread suspended from a long pole, like a fishing lure. The thing holding that rod, well he's a fishy one alright. Big protruding teeth, damp brown skin and a pair of bug eyes. The lights coming back on, catch him out it seems as those eye stalks swivel about and the girl goes crashing down. Theres a blaster or something holstered on his hip, and he's clad from the waist down at least in a pair of floral shorts and a pair of flipflops.

    It's an alien fish, an Alien Anglerfish, an Alien angler anglerfish...

Harley Quinn has posed:
Looking to the girl, Harley waves a hand in front of the non-blinking eyes and says, "Helloooo? Hello McFly? Anybody home?" A few more waves and she shakes her head, "I am goin' ta resist sayin' something mean about Arkansas and no lights bein' on upstairs." Right now the woman in black leather is crouched over a bit, hands on her knees, until... lights flicker again.

When the girl drops and there's a big fish suddenly visible in front of Harley Quinn. She kind of puts a hand over her eyes like she's protecting herself from light, then down to the girl, then to the fish, the girl, the fishthegirlthefish, and then she pauses, "Ohhhhhh." A big smile on her face when she figures it out. Pointing in the direction of the fish, other hand on her hip, "I get it. You were lurin' me here so ya can eat me. Well, don't, cause I taste funny." A bit of laughter escapes from her as she wraps her arms about her stomach, in a small fit.

Sucking in air, she laughs a bit more, and then sucks in air loudly through her mouth again. "Wait wait, I got another. Yer gonna love this one. A priest, a rabbi, a cat, a dog, three rabbits, and a giant shark walk into a bar." A pause, and then she rattles off, "Ow ow ow ow owowow ... silly giant sharks don't walk!" A couple more fits of laughter, as she's not moving in fear, or in attack against this crazy alien anglerfish.

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    Frank, lets call our fishman that. Anyway Frank gives his head a shake, pitching that rod aside as he narrows his gaze. "Tender flesh, talks too much."Hey he speaks English! Anywho Frank the Fishman drops a webbed hand to his pistol thing, he takes a single step foreward and freezes in place. His gaze sweeping past Harley with a grunt "Blackjack, who sent you!"

    Blackjack well he steps around those gas pumps ever so casually, the collar of that rad purple jacket popped like the cool guy he is. Dipping his head into his cupped hands to light his stubby cigar, before tucking that lighter away. "Evening Miss, glad to see you're having fun."Theres a smirk there as he strolls out into the open. Sleeves pushed up to his elbows as those gloved hands fall to his sides. The classic sort've gunfighter pose you'd expect from a western."You can relax, help's arrived. Just, step away from the Brogger there if you'd be so kind?"

    Incidentally giant rabbits sound -just- like George Clooney, like it's surreal.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Tender?" And Harley kind of reaches up and grabs at her own arm, and then touches her stomach some, "Well, I did eat a lot of those puddins while I was locked away. Ain't no worries though, I'll be back in tip top shape in no time." She is about to continue when there's a comment of someone behind her. A giant, well, not so giant, still shortish, talking rabbit?!

Harley's eyes light up, reflecting light they are so wide open, and she clasps her hands together, even raising one of her legs behind her as she squeals. "It's a giant talkin' rabbit!" And instead of getting out of the way, she very much gets IN the way by rushing up to the rabbit so called Blackjack, arms wide, ready to grab him and hug him and twirl him around. "You... are... so... cute..." Each word pronounced separately and specifically, "I'm gonna call ya Pooka. An' then we're gonna get ourselves some kind of bar, where we go into it, an' everybody knows our name. Gonna need a laugh track, a live studio audience, even if they are strapped into seats against their will, plenty of joy buzzers. And then we'll fight against giant robots, an' come together into one larger half rabbit half woman mechadroid to save the city!" She is squeezing, strongly, and she's superhumanly strong, well, compared to humans - where her strength scale exists on cute adorable alien rabbits, it's hard to say.

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Oigh!"Is all he has to say for himself, because well he's never been just -rushed- by a civilian before. This is Earth, she's a civilian and a human so..yeah no. He just freezes for a moment, trying to remember exactly how hard he can hit a Human before he kills them but...yeah well he's scooped up and hugged! "Hey wait, wait I'm a mercenary!"He writhes, but well Harley's caught him more than a little off guard and he's never been much of a grappler to begin with. "My name is Blackjack O'hare, not Pooka. Now put me down this instant, so I can kill that guy!"

    Frank hasn't quite seen any battle bunnies just, hugged into incapacitation before either. He knows luck when he sees it though, he half turns and starts to do his best to sneak away back the way he came. Abandoning his fishing kit, as he finally breaks into a slow sprint.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Hug, squeeze, cheek rub against soft bunny ears, and then Harley turns, serious squinting eyes back the way of the fish. She then holds up Blackjack, under his arms, and looks at him square in the face. And then her seriousness fades and she grins really big again, "Pooka, I'm gonna dress ya up, and hug ya an' squeeze ya. But..." She squeezes him tight, like a teddy bear, squashed up against her chest and her arms in an X against him, "First, we gotta kill that fish fer wha' he did to tha' not so bright Arkansasian..." A questioning tone before she just nods her head, "Lil' girl."

Moving to her bike, Bunny Rabbit planted in front, helmet placed right on his head, she turns on the bike and speaks less cutesy and more villainy. "Let's make us some sushi." And she turns the handle of the bike, letting it roar, before stopping it again, "Do bunnies even eat rice? I don't want ya ta grow other bunnies outta yer back that aren't as cute, an' have a pink sports car fetish." Then she really roars it, and kicks off her brake so the big hog of a bike roars to life and starts moving quickly after Frank.

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Lady, listen to me I'm not Pooka!"And well he's starting to get his bearings when he's smooshed into chest, grunting as he writhes and wriggles in an attempt to escape which ultimately prooves futile. Incidentally however, he is legitamtely pretty cuddly save for the helmet and all the tactical gear. Anywho he's just starting to get his bearings when he's slammed down onto that hog, and a helmet slammed down over his..well helmet.

    "I prefer salads, and a nice cup of tea."He answers reflexively, clawing at that lid for a moment, before he's able to get it off. Shoulders rolling as he ducks under Harley's throttle hand to pull himself out of her grasp and out onto the front fender of that hog. He gives his head a shake, gloved hands finding those swoopy chrome plated battle blasters on his belt. Those photoreceptors on his helmet blazing brilliant crimson red, before scanning around for Frank. "Lady anyone tell you that you're crazy?"

    Frank is, well he's a fish. It's pretty admirable he got as far as he did in flipflops, honest. With the roar of that bike thundering behind him he half turns...

    Theres a leap, and well Frank never really has time to process just whats happening. Blackjack slams into him just beneath the armpit in a motorcycle assisted high speed dropkick, it hits with an audible wet "CRACK" and Frank goes hurtling foreward ass over teakettle. Slumping in a pile like the fishy bag of shattered skeleton he is. Blackjack rolls up onto his feet with a sneer, holstering finally back up before swiveling his head around to see where the evening's other complication has gotten herself.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Name's Harley!" Shouts Harley as she is roaring the bike, and zooming off so fast that her pigtails flap in the wind. She opens her mouth in a big smile, teeth shown, and she's laughing as she drives. Squealing out of the gas station, tilting the bike, Harley guns it to zip off in the direction of Frank.

"Jus' earlier today it seemed like -everyone- was callin' me crazy." Not going into details about how she just escape from a looney bin, but there wouldn't of been time anyhow as Blackjack flings off into Frank and sends the fish hurtling forward.

And just as the bunny is looking for the crazy woman, she's somehow gotten some rag lit, and shoved into her motorcycle's gas tank. Of which she is now jumping off of and rolling with deft grace, to come standing upright next to Blackjack. "Cover yer ears!" She plugs her ears with her fingertips as she turns away from the fiery measure of doom.

Of course, gas tanks don't work like they do in the movies and it just rams into Frank at full speed, upends onto its front wheel and then comes sideways down on the fish. Back tire still trying to spin and hitting the poor fellow. Should he still be alive that'd be a horrible rash. And then Harley hrms and turns her head, unplugging her ears, with a little shrug, "Guess it was a dud. Good thing, ain't got no ride back to Gotham..." And that's when the entire bike catches on fire, along with Frank. She chuckles a bit, laughing a bit more, "Pooka, I think this is the beginning of a beaaaautiful friendship. Ya happen ta have a ride or something? Maybe a bunny mobile, or a bunnycopter, what about a bunny hop scooter?"

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    The bike is watched, and well even those photoreceptors seem to wince at impact..and then it catches fire. He turns to peer after Harley for a long moment, before slowing shaking his head. "Blackjack."He corrects, automatically. "Harley, I'm afraid I can't take you with me. I'm already liable to be in hot water enough, Earth is off limits because you're all crazy."And well having been the product of a mad scientist, he may know what he's talking about. Maybe.

    and right on cue, a brilliant chrome flying saucer looms out of the darkness. "Where was it you needed a lift to though? A gentlehare never leaves a lady stranded, of course.."And -fwoooom- down comes the tractor beam, gently lifting the pair skyward. "Gotham, right?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
As the tractor beam grabs Harley she looks up. "To Gotham. I ain't never been on a spaceship before. If you gotta take a loop around or somethin' ta finish yer probin' I wouldn't mind. Jus' give me a window bed and a triangle pillow or somethin'." And then she remembers something.

"You gotta put me back down, you do! Seriously, I can get there back myself. It's a matter of life or death!" Assuming that Blackjack does let her go back down to the ground, she'll give the hare another big hug before letting him go. Watching him go up in the tractor beam she sniffles, a few tears coming down from her eyes, "I've always dreamed of bein' probed by a cute giant bunny..." A sigh out as she walks back to the gas station and takes her mallet, smashing the front door, "One hundred 12 and a half missed epipens."

And then she stomps over glass, broken bits crunching under her boots. Walking straight up to the unpowered cash register, and grabs a pack of gum. "Juicy fruit? I gave up a space ride fer Juicy fruit? Maybe I am crazy..."

Walking down the rode later, in the middle of the night, a bubblegum bubble is blown out of the visor of a bike helmet. THere's no bike, there's no fast blowing wind, but there's a big bubble. And then some chewing and smacking, a thumb going up for a ride to be hitched, though a big smile can be seen under the visor as Harley says to herself, "Definitely ain't crazy..."