8424/Do the Harlem Shake!

Do the Harlem Shake!
Date of Scene:	20 July 2019
Location:	Harlem
Synopsis:	In which Mercy and Harley Quinn share breakfast and discuss history, and axe murdering. Also shoes are exchanged
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Mercy Thompson

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Harley Quinn has posed:
Maybe it's a kick in the face from Harley, but she's back in Harlem. Just a few days after she pulled a wild stunt that most reporters still are cautious to believe. An army of toys? Causing havoc in the area, and a gang area? Taking on the Diablos isn't something someone sane does on purpose. And there she is sitting at a local breakfast grub place, sitting about in her more 'civilian' clothes. The outfit more notable for its short-shorts than for being scary or intimidating. Sure, the fishnets are worn and tore up, the shirt has seen better days, and she's still got most of her make up - sans the white clown face - but still has the hearts and other things drawn on.

For anyone at all familiar with Harley Quinn, she's still very recognizable, plus having a baseball bat with her might just add to the small danger. Right now though she's eating fries with a fork, grabbing hashbrowns with her hand and stuffing her face, and nodding her head, "Hey, mister. This is great! What'd ya put in it?" And the person kind of shouts back, "Deep fried." And Harley sort of quirks her mouth to the side, and tilts her head, "Deep Fried? Huh. I wonder if ya can deep fry anythin' and make it better?" A shrug, and smile later, "Oh well."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's out and about in West Harlem too, she's got on jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt, one that has a coyote logo on the front. She's spied Harley and decided, amusingly, to see what she's up to. Those fries and hash browns look tasty.

She's on her way over, all but salivating at the thought of all that tasty food, as she looks amused, then then she's hungry again. Mercy shakes her head looking amused. "See, that's the thing" Mercy says, phone to her ear. "Oh no no I'm fine" Mercy adds, listening with amusement. "Oh no, no, I'm okay, really, I'm okay. Thank you for worrrying though....wait, why do I hear drills and....oh. That's obvious" she says and laughs, "Later" the walker says and grins hanging up. She's picked a table that's diagonally across from Harley and sliding her butt into the seat, Mercy sighs. "Yes I'll have what she's having. With ketchup" Mercy shrugs and looks amused then sighs loudly. "Coffee, it's too early for this" she grunts, rubbing her eyes. It's not that early, but when Mercy's jetlagged and recently back from Montana....it doesn't take much to get her grumpy.

Harley Quinn has posed:
A very amused person comes into the area and is talking loudly on her cellphone. Harley gets a small twitch, "Hey laaaaady! It's rude ta be talkin' on a phone when people are tryyyyyyin' ta enjoy their food!" Harley practically screams it out toward Mercy as she has visible twitch in her left cheek that goes all the way up to her eye. And she angrily stuffs another handful of hashbrowns into her mouth, and uses a fork to grab some fries and pushes those into her expanding cheeks as she stares at Mercy.

Chewing happens, and then a hard swallow of food, and she points her fork in the direction of Mercy, "That's better. Now ya better keep yer yapper closed on that phone, ain't nobody here wants ta have their meal interrupted by some loud mouth, got it?" And the irony does not get noticed.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy swears under her breath in German and juts her chin. She's sassy, pre-caffinated, and....so so not in the mood for this. "Then listen to your own words?" she offers with the hint of a tired voice. "I was speaking normally, you jump all over it. hey, phone calls happen" she muses and looks unimpressed. Or at least, a mix of tired, unimpressed and downright liable to snap if she's pushed far enough. Or....putting it simply. Grumpy, jetlagged hungry coyote girl.

Mercy slumps back in her chair wondering what she did to get the universe to torment her like this. She's....not a happy walker. Though she's at least got food on the way, too. Food is good. Coffee's better, though she does fix Harley with a look, a sort of 'You shush, I'll shush, we eat in peace' type look.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Standing up Harley puts her hands on the table, on opposite sides of her plate of food, "Look lady. Ya seem like a horrible person, an' all, but there's people here tryin' ta make a decent livin'. And they don't need cellphone obsessed folks comin' along and making life worse for everyone. Oh, ain't no bother, right? Just talkin'."

A shake of her head, and Harley's eyes go wide, "Next thing you know, ya are a bit distracted, ya bump a person, who runs into a waiter, that person is carryin' hot coffee, that coffee spills all over some old lady's poodle, which goes running off inta the street, then a school bus filled with children swerves ta miss the poodle, crashing into a fire hydrant, the water goes spooshin' all over the place, electrical lines come down an' it is just PANDEMONIUM." A pause and then she puts a finger to her chin as she looks upwards in thought, "Carry on, get yer cellphone out, what -are- you waitin' fer? I bet that person really wants to know more about ya hearin' drills and all. Call call, right now!"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy just watchess silently....then she speaks once Harley's done. "Look. I just spent a fifteen hour flight from hell, okay? I'm jetlagged, I'm tired, I need coffee, and my family are checking in on me" she gripes and stares at Harley then her food. "You know, if you're gonna stand up, I'll have your food if you're not eating it" she observes dryly then smiles. "I'm waiting for your permission, oh great Queen Bee" Mercy says. Sarcms's dripping off of her voice now, as her coffee arrives and Mercy salutes with it, taking a sip. "Let me ask ya something. You've just spent fifteen hours dealing with this nation's sorry excuse for an airline, yes, all of them. Had to drive five hours to get a plane, then had to wait while the plane was circling, then landed. Oh and screaming kids the whole way" Mercy obsrves

Or, rathr, fancy way of telling Harley to walk a mile in Mercy's shoes. "Then somebody starts on you. Hey, If I was sitting over there" Mercy says gestruing to a random empty table, "I'd watch and wait. But nah, I'm on the end of your barrage. How bout this. You walk in my shoes and think about what you said huh? I came in here looking for food. Not to get pelted by some short short wearing girl showing off how mini her clothes are. Last time I checked, you got more class than that. Come on now" Mercy admonishess, getting in on the throwing shade thing that's going on.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Moving away from her table, Harley walks over to Mercy and sort of starts unlacing her boots, bending over to do so and then finally pulling her feet out of them and stepping onto the ground. She waits looking down at Mercy, "Ya wantin' me ta walk a mile in yer shoes? Gimme." And she waits some more, "Look, ya sound like ya both don't know how ta organize yer life, and also, ya ain't got no understandin' of the Journey bein' more important than the end result. Fer that, ya need some therapy I'd wager, yer a very angry person."

Looking to the coffee she nods her head, with a kind of 'knowing look' like someone gives to someone when they are doing something bad, "Ya also may jus' have an addiction problem. I could intervene fer ya. Tie ya up, keep ya in a closet or somethin' somewhere ta get ya through the withdrawals. It's all part of my Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman package, that I'm offerin' folks. Plus, while yer tied up, I throw in free therapy. Now that's a steal."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy peers at Harley. "You....really, really want my old, battered sneakers? Fine" Mercy says undoing her sneakers, as the reek of swet, and.....coyote sweat mingled in is unleashed. Mercy is used to it. Still she's not sure everyone else is, as she wiggles her toes, and slides the, admittedly smelly, sneakers to Harley. "There, and I'm not responsible if you die from choking on it. I just did what you wanted me to.

The 'addiction' remark draws a sharp look. "Oh I'm addicted more to helping people and living" Mercy snarks, "I'm only angry because I'm hungry and angry at cars for not working. I can't get the parts I need to fix them because the junkyards won't sell to me. Look at me, what do you think I am? Go on, answer" Mercy says. There's a reason why she said that. "Also free therapy, no thanks. I terrified one therapist by clawing his couch, then my dad showed up and pulled me outta there" Mercy admits looking amused remembering that one.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Reaching down, Harley grabs her own boots and she mentions, "I'll be back." And she slips her feet into these new shoes, though they may not fit well, Harley's not the biggest person in the world or tallest. So, her hands and feet are pretty quaint in size. The smell doesn't seem to bother Harley in the slightest.

Looking to Mercy after she says stuff abotu cars, "Well, yer a mechanic from the sounds of things. Or, yer really obsessed wit' yer own automobile. I ain't got no specific car, I like ta think that any car really is mine, an' I treat it well. I'll be back though, jus' gotta put that mile in." And then she's off, jogging with her own boots slung over her shoulder, having the laces tied together. And she starts moving pretty quickly.

It'll take about 3 minutes for Harley to make the run and as she re-arrives, she's sliding over one car's hood as it zips down the road, and rolls up and over another vehicle that can't stop in time, before she's hopping off and clears the little fenced in outer food area to land back next to Mercy. Assuming she's still there 3 minutes later. "Done. Whew. Yer right, doin' a mile in these ain't no good. Ya really need a new pair of shoes, I feel fer ya." IF, of course, Mercy's still there.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy is, trying not to smile at Harley. She's interesting, after all....and Mercy's digging into hash browns by the time Harley gets back. With, yes, ketchup. Plus Mercy's kind enough to offer Harley some, ketchup smeared fries. "Yep, I need alot of new things. I'm a mechanic. Not much money in the market" she shrugs with a nod.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Ya can always come tell me things ..." She kicks off the sneakers and slides them back in Mercy's direction. Now just a little more worse for wear, and she sits to put back on her boots. "I'm a Psychologist, an' I could help ya. I ain't gonna freak out if yer clawin' stuff. A good ninety percent of my clients claw at things, usually themselves, eat Pez candy without the dispenser, ya know, real wackos." It's hard to tell if she's joking since she uses such a serious tone.

And the offered food reminds her, so she gets up real fast, moves back to her seat and grabs her food, and moves it over to Mercy's table to settle down. "So, yer worried ya ain't gonna make it as no mechanic? Well, I was worried I wasn't gonna make it as a doctor. Fixin' machines, fixin' people, same sorta thing right? Don't look at what yer doin' wrong, look at how ya can do it better, right? That's my motto. Ain't mistakes, just opportunities fer learnin'."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Listening, mercy nods. "True, I do better with cars than people" she admits, "I'm a woman more at home with CV joints, oils and track bars. Not human or people things. Go figure huh?" Mercy asks with a smirk. "AH I know doctors. Problem is, they like to help people too much. I'm the same way with cars" Mercy shrugs, looking impressed and a little worried. "Wait, what'd you do with my sneakers? I'll put them back on if you don't want them" she observes

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I ran a mile in yer shoes. I'd of walked, but that's rude ta keep ya waitin'." And Harley mentions it pretty simply, "That's what ya wanted me ta do, right? Ya were complainin' an' rantin' and all that before I headed out. Then I came back, I mean. I ain't gonna keep yer sneakers, they'd clash with all my clothes." And she finishes up her food, "Well, if ya ever wanna start regular therapy, just you look up Harleen Quinzel, Doctor Quinzel. And ya'll be able ta find me, pretty easy. I'm pretty well known down in Gotham."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy shakes her head and actually laughs. "You take things too literally, doc" she nods. "Do I wanna start treatment? Nah. I'll suggest half my area does though, c'mon. This bit of NYC is strange at best. See" Mercy says with a laugh, looking around. "What do you make of my little bit of the city, West Harlem?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"It ain't takin' it too literal. Sometimes ya jus' gotta do what feels right in the moment, ta make things all okay. An' look at us now, we're jus' talkin', like two people, am I right?" Harley finishes stuffing the rest of her food into her mouth and then while chewing with big cheeks she says, "Bshsoring." And then she swallows after chewing, "Borin' really. I mean, this place has some good food an' all, but I was killin' fer a laugh just a night or two ago, an' nobody wanted in on the joke. I feel more comfortable in Gotham most of the time, but ya gotta stretch yer wings, even if ya break 'em."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"You so are" Mercy gripes, though her tone's light. She shakes her head. "I was sleeping while you were going all Lizzie Borden. I missed the fireworks, but....seems like nothing's too bad huh?" she mutters, holding up a fry and inspecting it before it's speared with a fork.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn tilting her head a bit, the woman in the pigtails questions, "Lizzie Borden? I didn't take not axe ta nobody. I just had my trusty mallet, an' that was just all ta defend all that laughin' gas. It's expensive and hard ta find. But if no one had been aggressive toward me, nothin' would've even happened. Other than laughing, and upliftin' spirits. People ain't realize, I'm the good guy, or gal, as the case may be. They ain't got nothin' ta fear from me, but noooo, that Bats he's put the fear of ... some powerful person, inta them when I'm around."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"Nah, but....hey, I think she's innocent all along, you ever read up on it? For one thing..." Mercy says, her history degree coming in useful. Finally! "For one thing the wounds were wrong. Lizie couldn't have made those wounds. Plus, wrong hand. And the angles aren't lining up" Mercy muses, dragging a fry over the ketchup. "Sorry, I got a history degree. That sort of thing is fascinating, ya know, history" Mercy says with a grin, an actual, honest grin. "Nah I don't know what Bats is on about. You're not that bad, honestly" Mercy says with a nod. "It's like....okay, we're trained to think here in the US oh Hitler, Stalin, they were bad. But look at what they did overall. Hitler killed people, but he got the German economy runinning, he gave the world cheap, affordable cars. Stalin for all his faults, the great purge being one, actually did a lot to drag Russia and the Soviet Union out of being a backwards technolgically behind nation" Mercy says, chomping on a fry.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"She was framed?!" Harley gasps, like she just got a plot twist in a book or movie she's really into. "That's very interestin'. I feel a lot like this Lizzie. Wrongfully accused, almost all the time." There's a few nods, and Harley has this serious look on her face as she listens, nods, and lets out affirmative sounds. "Oh, history is fascinatin', especially when it comes ta folks who murdered other folks. Hitler was also the first person in the line, takin' bullets like everyone else." She helps you back up the Hitler comment, like, only a crazy person would. "I ain't too familiar with STalin, other than them mind manipulation programs he had goin' on ta develop super soldiers. Somethin' about those, yada yada yada."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"You stay away from me with axes, ya hear?" Mercy says and looks a little concerned. "Though Hitler did a lot for Germany. Stalin did a lot for Russia but history's written by the winners" Mercy adds and gets up with a nod. "Remember that. You win, you write what happened" she says with a knowing grin. "Makes it all worthwhile, doesn't it?" she says with a nod.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I wouldn't hurt ya, you are a client. I mean, I might hurt ya, but only in ways that were good fer ya." Offers Harley, re-assuringly. As she nods her head to the comments about Hitler and Stalin, "So, why do they get such a bad wrap fer jus' killin' some people?" Questions Harley, though she ohhhhs at the end, "They lost, that's why. I gotta beat Bats, then I can tell it how it is. Thanks!" She gets up with a renewed vigor and then grabs her bat, "I got some plannin' ta do. Yer a sweetheart stinky foot." And she turns to head away.