7967/Hi Person!

Hi Person!
Date of Scene:	20 June 2019
Location:	April's Apartment - Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Harley lets herself into April's apartment. She roots through everything! Then makes coffee! Then she pretends like she wasn't the one who did it and brings coffee mugs! Then she puts way too much chilli powder in her own coffee, it gets awkward. Then they're BFFs forever. Maybe. Who knows! Death might be right around the corner for April!
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, April O'Neil

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Harley Quinn has posed:
When April arrives home, from whatever place she was at - she can easily tell that her coffee maker, french press, whatever fancy thing she uses to make coffee is currently set and ready to go. It's got hot coffee inside of it. It smells like maybe someone made it with a little too much coffee, the smell has filled much of the entry of the apartment and spreading out everywhere. There's a mess in the kitchen as well, cabinets are opened, drawers aren't fully shut, the dishwasher door is open, and the fridge has some plates inside of it. Coffee is spilled in front of whatever brewing contraption is present, and well, it's clearly been gone through.

It gets worse. The TV is on. It's on a channel just emenating static. Why? Because who ever was using it clearly banged the remote control against the ground since the batteries are spilled out, some of the buttons are stuck, and that little plastic holder piece is no where to be found.

The bedroom is better, and worse. Clearly clothing has been moved, some of it tossed about, underthings, overthings, everything. Though some of it's been stuffed halphazardly back into drawers and irregularly hung back into the closet. The bathroom is simply untouched. And shortly after arriving home, and having the ability to go through everything... there's a knock on the door.

April O'Neil has posed:
April had been at the studio doing another podcast, her guest today had been a university professor from NYU that specializes in the ramifications of idolizing super heroes and the social impacts its having on the rest of society that lacks super human powers. It was a good talk, she was happy about it.

April had ridden her bike home, stopped off at Angelo's to pick up a pizza and was now heading upstairs to her apartment from the antique store down below it. She made it through the living room, having shut the tv off on her way... assuming it was one of the turtles? "Mikey?" April calls out... no response.

"Donnie?" She says as she goes for the kitchen holding the pizza box. But when she sees the disarray in the kitchen, thats when she just frowns, sighs and shakes her head. "Casey." She says then, ultimately deciding that it was 'he' who left such a mess, because it just reaks of him.

With a frustrated groan, April moves to the fridge, pops the door and slides the box of pizza inside it... she pauses when she sees the mess in there, then just takes the pizza box back out and deposits it onto the kitchen table.

Thats when the knock comes.

Generally, if someone is knocking on the Apartment door, it means they access to the Antique store, as in a key. "Oh sure, knock now that you know I'm home." She says as she storms her way to the door--expecting Casey Jones. Angry voice and all.

"You know, you got a lotta nerve--!" She cuts herself off when she sees WHO it is actually on the other side.

Harley Quinn has posed:
It's Harley! Done up in her normal black and reds gear, even with her make-upped face. And she grins big in the direction of April, "Wow, fancy meetin' ya here." She says and sniffs the air, "IS tha' coffee I smell? I mean, it smells pretty good, an' I jus' so happen ta have these mugs I was bringin' by. You know, in thanks fer that great podcast episode ya made of me."

Yes, she's out. That part isn't news, but she's right here. Right in front of the door and she steps forward, presuming she's going to gain entry. And she shows off the mugs. One of them has a face of April, and other one has a face of Harley Quinn. They are cartoony, and look like they were drawn by someone with the skills of a 3 year old. You know who they are, but it's tough to really call it art. It's a pair of those mugs that you can put artwork on and then you bake them, and it settles.

On the opposite sides of the faces there's B.F.F. and in a fancily drawn penmanship it reads below - Best Friends Forever - and the i's dot is a heart. Putting a hand up to her chest she smiles, "I made'em myself."

Looking around the apartment though she offers with a few nods, "Nice place, interestin' layout. You know, fer the first time I'm seein' it." ...

April O'Neil has posed:
So of course April's entire internal emotional structure is shifted from anger at Casey Jones to sudden and unadulterated shock at who she actually has dropping in to visit.

"Quinn?" April says then, her eyes darting down to the mugs with their faces drawn upon them and if were any other situation, such a gesture would amuse the hell out of her, but... this person is supposed to be locked up in a mental asylum. April had made jokes about her breaking out, but she... what the hell is wrong with that place, really!?

"I mean. H-hey." April says, glancing back over her shoulder at her Apartment. She raises one hand up to stroke some of her red hair back behind her right ear before she looks back to Harley. Had she done all of this? April hadn't even looked in her bedroom yet!

"Uh, yeah, thats coffee!" She says as she summons up a shaky smile. "Come on... in!" She doesn't sound awkward at all! She's got a smile on her face and is stepping backward into the apartment to let the other woman in. "I uh..." April's left hand motions to Harley. "I dig that outfit. I imagine it got ya a lotta looks on the bus ride over here, huh?" Nerdy jokes are April's specialty.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"That's me." Harley beams, and then blinks a few times, "Oh, right, the last time ya ain't seen me all dolled up an' ready fer anythin'. Well, this here is my more normal attire. I sort of told ya that you should see me in my normal getup an' all. So I figured, ain't too much trouble ta get here in New York." And she is walking in, looking around, "Wow, it's even more spacious on the inside."

And then she walks over to the kitchen to set the mugs down on the counter, and she starts pouring the coffee, not even looking at where she's pouring so much... but manages to still get it in the mug. "So, is that there Casey fella yer talkin' about, is he yer boyfriend or somethin'?" Questions Harley as she attempts to make... small talk? And she adds, "An' I did get a lotta comments on the bus. People always thinkin' I'm goin' to some comic convention or somethin'. If I had my mallet, it jus' gets worse I tell ya. People in New York. They ain't recognize famous people like you an' me." A shake of her head as she pours the other cup.

She's pouring in a thin stream, so these extra tall coffee mugs are taking a while to fill up and making the water pouring sound for a very long time. "Ya livin' here mostly alone though, that ain't real safe. Ya never know what pervert, or murderer might jus' pop in an' look through yer things. Though if someone did that, they might jus' be tryin' ta get to know you better. Maybe, when people jus' keep them fellas at such a distance all the time, it jus' gets tirin' to be all alone an' they jus' really need a friend. Ya know?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April just sort've follows her, at a slight distance. She listens closely, she watches Harley start to pour the coffee into the cups and then she looks back over her shoulder to glance her apartment over more closely... she can NOW see her bedroom isn't as how she'd left it this morning. "Holy... shi--" She cuts herself off then before she looks back to Harley.

HUGE sky blue eyes stare at the woman as she tries to regain her composure. "Casey?" April then huffs out a laugh, a nervous, arguably-way-too-loud laugh as she shakes her head and waves a hand Harley. "No no no, not a boyfriend. God no, hell no! He's... he's a friend. Old friend. He's a vigilante, ya know? The kind that walks around with... mallets! And hockey sticks! Smashing things up, kinda like..." April motions to Harley then with a nervous hand gesture. "Kindaaaaa like you. Yeah? Helping society! That sort've thing."

April steps into the kitchen and just works her way side-stepping over to the kitchen table to stand beside it where the pizza box is. "I mean, I got a lotta friends in the neighborhood who check in on me and such, ya know, some of them are... martial arts experts? I guess it gives me a sense of self confidence at staying in my own place, yeah? Plus, hey! I got a zapper to zap folks too. Used it a couple times even." April grins then. "Its kinda fun. When they deserve it and all."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh, that's very interestin'. He uses hockey sticks? I wonder if I should add that to my repetoire of weapon skills." And finally Harley finishes pouring the two mugs of coffee. She walks over in the direction of the table and sets the coffee mug down in front of April before she looks around, "Chilli Pepper? Or do ya jus' take yer coffee black?" As if those are the only options and she moves to where the spices are kept, in the little walk-in closet by the kitchen door. She grabs the spice and moves back to the table, opening up the top and sort of tapping the spice into her coffee. More, and more, just keeps on tapping as she talks.

"Oh, martial arts?! I ain't never studied none of them really. Mostly I rely on my street smarts. I'm more of a brawler, ya see. It's got its own appeal, all them folks who learned it by their masters an' all get real predictable. I like ta keep things surprisin', even to me." Smiling a bit more she is still tapping chilli pepper into her coffee. "This is real nice Miss April. I ain't had no girl's night in a long time, an' the last time was arguably more of a escapin' heist I made up on the fly."

She keeps tapping chilli pepper. "I got a lot of friends too. I'm pretty social, within the circle I run into. Ya'd think these fellas would be a bit happier an' all, but usually they're broodin' fer some reason." A bit of a shrug, and she stops the chilli pepper, then after a moment, taps it some more into her cup. "Oh, I love gettin' zapped. Part of my favorite therapy in Arkham is the electroshock. It really gets a girl goin' if ya know what I mean?" Then she finally settles the chilli pepper down on the table and stirs her coffee with a gloved finger.

April O'Neil has posed:
April did a little hand motion-finger-pointing to the closet to indicate where the spiace rack was, there's no door on that close so its pretty easy to spot! "Yeah, Casey's a real... sports nut." She says of the hockey masked menace of Brooklyn. "He was big into playing until they kicked him out. He says 'hockey has no place for Enforcers anymore' or... something, I don't know."

When Harley retrieves the spice, April watches her do that long tapping of adding it all to her drink. "Oh, black... black is good for me! Once you go black, am I right?" She flashes up a nervous smile for Harley at her own dumb joke there, then takes the cup and raises up for a big sip. Its hot, but she doesn't care right now.

She continues to watch Harley tap that chilli powder into her cup and it makes her furrow her brow for a moment, the curiosity element in April is piqued beyond words. She's a news reporter, an investigative journalist and she lives her life to ask questions... but this is a unique situation. Is Harley chill? Is she here for other reasons? Had April done something wrong and this was leading to some kind of pay back? She had no idea!

"You uh, want some pizza?" She asks, motioning to the box as she opens it up. "Hawaiian style. My personal favorite..." She then flashes another quick smile. "I promise not t'shock ya if ya hate it!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley didn't really need directions, but at least it fit well, since you know. She surveyed all of the land before she showed up at the door. And, on top of that, despite all the bits that have weird connections in her head, she's still one of the top psychotherapists Gotham, nay, The WORLD has ever seen. With her gloved hand done stirring, she puts that finger in her mouth and does a quick pull to get off any excess liquid. They are nice leather gloves afterall. Then her eyes start watering, but she's smiling, and she lifts the mug up to her mouth where she takes a full on sip.

Her mouth must be burning the way her eyes start to dribble tears down her cheeks. That must be some makeup though because it's not smearing at all, and she's just crying while she laughs at your joke a bit, "Oh, that's funny. I'm personally a stark white kind of girl, but I ain't know anything that rhymes with that." And there she is, talking normally all while her eyes are waterworks from all the chilli pepper.

"Pizza? I love ... " Quirking her mouth to the side, she pauses, "Before I start eatin' somethin'. Ya gotta tell me, friend ta friend. Do I look tender to you?" And she takes another long sip of her coffee, and she is starting to breathe heavier, and faster, as her eyes well up with more tears and clearly the spice is having an effect. "Awwww, ya won't shock me? But like I was sayin', it's my favorite part of therapy at Arkham. Sometimes I jus' break -in- jus' so they hook them paddles up and charge me up. Gets ya in the right mood fer mischief. You ever try electroshock therapy?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April sees the tears welling up in Harley's eyes and she cannot help but wince, that has to be hot as hell, that spice is what Mikey puts on his pizzas and its like... the worst kind of peppers, something he bought online from a specialty chef website.

Quickly, April slips past Harley and moves to get some soft paper towels from the wooden roller on the counter by the sink. "Once you go stark white... you, uh... know the world's delights?" April offers Harley a quip for her own preference. "Here." She says then as she turns around and offers one of them to the woman, Harley may not even know what she's offering them for though!

"Do you look 'tender' to me?" April asks, confused by the question. "I mean, if you mean soft or weak, I would say no. You look... fierce to me? Tough? But if you mean like, the cell phone dating app, I imagine..." April glances Harley over again in that outfit. "I imagine you'd get a lot of positive swipes, so in that case, then yes, you'd be Tender."

She's not even sure what SHE'S saying at this point, she's still very very nervous. "I've never been shocked, no. I uh... well, I got zapped a little when I was putting a light bulb into the socket in the bathroom a few weeks ago. I... screamed. I imagine it feels pretty different!" She then smirks for a brief second before she takes another heavy pull of a drink from her Harley-made coffee.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Taking the soft paper towel, Harley goes, "Oooh, fancy." And she dabs against her mouth a moment, and then she says, "Thanks. Yer so thoughtful, an' yer rhymin' ain't so bad neither." The crazy woman goes to drink more of her coffee down, after all that's what a crazy person needs. Caffeine and Chilli Pepper.

With the compliment and mention of Tender, Harley grins, "No no no, I wasn' thinkin' maybe I was lettin' myself go with eatin' all this puddin'. A sentient fish told me I looked tender an' tried ta eat me. He's motorcycle fried at this point, an' swimmin' in the river styx no doubt."

She does listen to the whole swiping thing, "Tender? Yer sayin' there's a datin' app fer cannibals? Interestin'. I bet there ain't no one unwilling' to go oral there. Huh?" She doesn't even wait for the laughter, just sort of says it as she rolls on with her conversation, and she sighs a bit more. Smiling bigger, "Well, zappin' sure is fun. An' it feels pretty much exactly like yer finger is in a socket. Though, they're kind enough ta get ya one of them rods ya can bite on. Sometimes, if ya been real bad, they even electrify that part." And she has her eyes wide, as she's talking, they grew wider and wider as she spoke. Until finally she blinks a bit, starting to no longer have enough tears to cry them or getting so used to the coffee pain it doesn't make her eyes well up as much anymore.

Looking around the apartment again, Harley smiles, "I am pretty fierce though. One of the few women in Gotham's underbelly. I mean, there's Ivy, fer sure, but she's well, she's got different reasons really. An' she's a hero to them plants. An' there's Catwoman, she's got all the right clothin' and she sure is good at scratchin' but she's a bit of a mixed bag ya might say. She also hates it when ya try an' get her attention with catnip. I mean, I figured a bomb wit' catnip in it would definitely attract her, an' it did. Along wit' about 200 other alley cats." A shake of her head, "That hideout was definitely blown after that."

Thinking she squints a little more, "An' then there's a few others who come in from time to time. But the most part, there really ain't too many of us girls. Ya ever think about dippin' yer toes into some kind of criminal venture?"

April O'Neil has posed:
"A sentient fish?" April whispers that part. "A motorcycle..." She whispers that part too. She's trying to keep up with what all Harley is saying but its a challenge, its all over the place!

The reporter steps over to one of her kitchen table chairs and she has to lower down to sit upon the edge of it because this whole situation is a little overwhelming, even for her and all the strange situations she's found herself in. She's starting to think Harley really is here just for a social visit, so there's some inkling of relief there brewing up like a nice cup of... hope.

All the talk of the femme fatales in Gotham is attentively listened to and taken in, but she doesn't know them that well. She's heard of Catwoman, she's... heard a LITTLE about Ivy, but not very much. Harley has always been the biggest star when it comes to the women of Gotham around the two cities, let alone the world at-large.

At the last question though? This just makes April laugh. "God, no." She responds, then quickly offers an explanation for that definitive answer. "Because, I'd totally die within minutes! I don't have the, ya know... grace and, charm that you do? I'd be like..." April presses her hands together and makes a finger-gun with both of them, holding them up and aiming the finger gun at the fridge. "Freeze, coppers! And then they'd just blast me and that'd be that!" She drops her hands back down to slap her palms against the tops of her jeans-covered thighs. "I'm just a motor mouth, a talker as they say." She then looks up to Harley and grins, then reaches for her coffee again to get another big gulp.

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a lot of nodding about the question with the Sentient Fish. "Ya'd think if he was really there to eat me, he'd at least of gotten a nibble. But he was preventin' me from gettin' my Juicy Fruit and didn't even have the decency ta ask if he could eat me? I got rights ya know, women rights. An' he was invadin' them. I'd probably of even said yes ta a nibble, if he'd not of insulted me right outta the gate. Men." A huff as she shakes her head at that with a bit of a scoffish sound.

"Well, it ain't the life fer everyone. Ya know, some people they gots it, some girls don't. Well, if yer ever in town I can show ya around fer sure." She offers and then finishes down her coffee, and lets out a little cough, before saying, "Excuse me." And then smiling some more. She gets up from her chair and moves to the kitchen sink to turn on the water there and start rinsing her mug.

With a bit of rocking from her head, a little shoulder to shoulder action, her pigtails kind of bounce with the motion of music probably in her head, and no where else. Then she chuckles as April is explaining her interaction with the cops. "Ain't nobody says Freeze Coppers." A pause, and she hrms, "Well, not no one but me really. I think I did just a few days ago when that copper took me in after I was a victim of a werewolf attack. An' cop brutality. Shot me right in the side, right here." And she points to some of her side that's visible from under the corset-styled top. Her hip and stomach though look completely unharmed, especially from a gunshot a few days ago. "An' ya know what they did? Took me in fer some interrogation, an' didn't even bring me no food. Nor hit me in the face. I was really lookin' forward ta both... New York, jeez, ain't as good ta me as them GCPD folks."

Turning off the water she turns back around and smiles back to April, "I'm sure yer busy an' all. An' I got my own things ta do as well. This was real nice Miss April. We should do it again sometime. Okay?"

April O'Neil has posed:
"Never get between a woman and her Juicy Fruit, thats what... I... always say!" April says then to the first bit that comes from Harley, she even punctuates it with a lift of her coffee mug up to show it off, her cartoon face on it aimed right at the person that presumably drew it? "Men are the worst, its factually true. I had a scientist on my show once that had all kinds of studies to try and prove it... I got a lot've downvotes on that episode..." She grimaces at herself there at the end before she looks over to watch Harley move to the sink.

She watches the woman closely as she cleans the cup and hums/dances to whatever tune is inside her head... thats not TOO weird, right? April is pretty sure she does the same thing from time to time... Her eyes drop down to where the bullet wound is supposed to be and her eyelids squint as she doesn't see any sign of such a thing, how much of what Harley knows and sees is even real? It has to be less than half?

"New York tries really hard to give people a lot of chances when it comes to criminal stuff. I think... I mean, they're not so quick to throw people into electroshock... therapy. Maybe they should though! You speak highly of it after all!" A big, happy'ish smile is shown then.

When Harley talks as though she's about to head out though, April starts to raise up to stand. "You sure? Feel free to take a slice of pizza with ya, don't want a guest to leave my place hungry!" And she does another little nervous bit of laughing. "I look forward to more chats too. You're one'a my favorite guests I ever had on my show." That, wasn't even a lie, its the truth.

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a more serious nod as Harley agrees about the whole Juicy Fruit thing. "Well, all men but my Puddin'." Harley states but her face grows dark, squinty eyed even at a moment, as she grips her gloves tightly into balled up fists, "Except when them floozies try an' carouse him. Then, he might give them looks, or, worse..." A few twitches on her face, "He might torture them with out me..."

This draws a deep seeded ire, but she calms down rather quickly, smiling brightly. "He's otherwise a perfect gentleman. Well, ain't too gentle, but he's got a lotta stress an' all." As she looks to the pizza she shakes her head, "Nah, I shouldn't. I ain't that hungry, an' I'm pretty sure it ain't kosher. Not that I follow all the time, but I'm tryin' ta be good."

Indeed she seems like she might be headed out as she pushes away from the counter. "Well, Miss April, enjoy the mugs. I'll leave mine here fer ya so that when you wanna, you can think of me." And that was the one she washed out, and she is walking a bit toward the door, hands behind her head as she steps lightly, turning her head back and forth. "Awww." She looks back as she's told she was one of the most favorite guests, "That's real sweet of ya to say. Yer podcast sure was great. I wish more people would stop a moment an' just listen ta yer words. Ya a real good talker lady. Anywho, I'll let ya enjoy yer din din, an' maybe next time ya can meet my boys. They'd love some pizza."

April O'Neil has posed:
April definitely can't help but be fascinated by the mental gymnastics that are seemingly constantly going on inside of Harley's head. She feels... bad for the woman... she can see it happening inside Harley's expressionate face and mannerisms, its burning like a nuclear fire. But, there's next to nothing April can do about it, or for the woman. Its not exactly a subject she's comfortable of approaching with her... new friend here.

"Hey, you just hang in there and if you need something, you just let me know..." April will move with her, should she start to leave the place, she'd get walked out. "And if that Puddin' of yours ever wants to be on the Podcast too? You're both invited to come on." That would, a hell of a show. April knows full-well who Harley means when she throws that word around. She knows it could be the worst decision she ever makes, but she's a glutton for that kind of 'scoop' so to speak.

"Thank you for the cups. I love them, truly, the pictures are adorable." THAT was also true. "Oh and hey, try not to get shot out there, okay? And stay away from creepy sentient fishes, yeah?" April tries now to flash a grin to Harley. She can feel her cell phone buzzing in her back pocket, someone's trying to call her, but she's not about to answer it right now.

Harley Quinn has posed:
At the door, just about out, Harley looks back to April. "Really? I mean, Mistah J he ain't so... always so open to jus' talkin' and all." She mentions and kind of grips her hands together, "Maybe he could join via the internet or somethin'?" Perhaps in her own way trying to keep April safe, but unable to say it exactly. "You too, an' all. If ya meet one of them New York muggers, ya jus' tell them that yer friends with Harley Quinn."

Though at that point she's grabbing the door and then opens it up, and she grimaces, "Hey, April. I jus' need ta tell ya somethin'. I sorta made the coffee, it wasn't no coincidence." She smiles back to April, "I know wha' yer gonna say. That it was pretty amazin' coffee, an' all that, an' fer my first time in a long time usin' one of them doohickies, I did a pretty good job. But I ain't wantin' ya ta worry about no one breakin' inta yer place or nothin'. Okay? No one else were here when I got in, so yer safe an' all."

Then she's stepping out into the hallway and waving a good bye, smiling big, "Have a nice night, an' all."

April O'Neil has posed:
"Whatever he'd be most comfortable with." April says with regard to the Joker. "Or, wait, no... Whatever YOU think would be most appropriate. I'd put that ball entirely in your court, Harley." April amends that statement. Its not that she 'trusts' Harley, she still thinks the woman might turn on a dime and dangle her over a vat of acid if she ever got the slightly inclination to do such a thing, but there's part of her that wonders if Harley really does need a friend, and if that might actually... she has to quickly tell herself that she's being naive.

"The Coffee was great. I'll make sure to stock up on more chilli powder too." She says with a slight grin. "And don't worry about it. Look. Next time? There's a key hidden in the drain pipe beside the back door down in the alleyway." April points to the south. "It'll let ya in the back of the antique shop downstairs. So you don't gotta struggle or... worry about, locks, or whatever." Admittedly, April has no idea how the woman got in, but part of expects to find a busted-lock or door handle somewhere downstairs.

"Stay safe out there. Don't be a strange!" 'Don't be a stranger?' April softly exhales, this is why she's a magnet to trouble. She basically latches onto it like an Alien face hugger...

Harley Quinn has posed:
When April finally manages to take stock of everything. Nothing else will have been touched, but - 1 sock will be missing from her clothing. Just 1 sock.