LSD is FUN!

[crazy_clownwoman]

[Harley has been given the LSD shot....oh dear. She is currently on the front steps with wide eyes, giggling madly]

oooo....pretty ponies....ponies!!

.....sunshine, lollipops and....I want my candy!

[She will ramble about nonsense if anyone tries to talk to her....please do]

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[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[over the phone, if that's okay]

... Harley?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

((Sure..in fact..))

[The thing was talking to her...that wierd thing with the smile on it. Harley walked over and after starting at the phone for a moment grabs it roughly and brings it up/]]

How you do you me Mr. Phone? Did you take the candy?...why are you melting?

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

... Oh my. What did they give you?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Have a moment of coughing]

uh....dunno? The men in the suits!...monstery suits!

[More coughing]lady...why is the world blue?

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Maybe somebody spilled blue paint?

Maybe you should go to bed.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Small pitiful voice]
they took! it.

The men in the sock drawer took it!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Oh dear... Well, you need to calm down to make them return it.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Amazed silence]

Would that work? They're really mean!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Mia's just trying to get all the LSD trippers to calm down]

I think so. At least, it'll make them trust you more. Just sit down, relax, drink some water.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Good plan Mia]

Ok...

[Sits down, holding phone, glancing around]

I don't see any paint.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[It'll work brilliantly!]

Oh no. I'm sure something else will work just as well. It doesn't have to be paint.

[Talk to them like they're sane; maybe they won't panic.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

oh....

[Nodds even though she can't see that.]

Thank you Mr. Phone!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, Harley. Are you going to be okay?

[tickingheart]

[Have a not!son, wandering out of the house.]

Harley? You okay?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Have a not!mother coughing for a moment before she answers]

Huh...?

[Jumps to her feet and points at Robo with alarm.]

Katio, your face! It's on fire!!

[tickingheart]

No it's not. Are you okay?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

The pink flames...are dancing!!

[tickingheart]

[... ... woman...]

How many are there?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Twenty ten!

[tickingheart]

That's a lot.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Nodds solmnly after another break of coughing]

The man in the closet said the same thing.

[tickingheart]

He usually does.

[not!son has nothing better to do, so he's going to sit next to you]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Sitting to her he should notice that Harley is shaking and slighly sweaty from the fever. She turns to look at him and starts to giggle.]

Your face....is...melting!

[tickingheart]

[He reaches out and puts a hand on her forehead, checking her temperature. It's 3.7 degrees higher than normal. A fever.]

You want a glass of water?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[She looks surprised]

Water?...but that's toxic now.

[tickingheart]

Alright. What isn't toxic?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Harley coughs again, her eyes closing a bit. It's starting to get harder to concentrate.]

Huh...?

Um....I dunno.

[She starts to lean against her fake son.]

Can I go to sleep now mister?

[tickingheart]

[Oh. This might be bad.]

Sure Harley, you can go to sleep now. I'll help you.

[and he very carefully picks her up and carries her inside.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Now laying on the couch, Harley coughs some more.]

World...spi-

[She winces]

Night...

[Harley closes her eyes and a moment later...she's dead.]

[tickingheart]

...

[Oh. She's broken.

After a moment, he pulls a blanket over her and leaves the room.]