Joke Thirty Three: Totally the best plan

[crazy_clownwoman]

Ugh, well I don’t think I’m ever drinking milk again after that. Man this place sucks. 

[Action: Harley has the best plan ever. It cannot fail.

A. Does Harley know you? AT ALL? Any form of contact from a hello to long conversations to a, why the hell are you dressed like a clown? She is knocking on your door. ESPECIALLY YOU EDWARD! Though not dressed like a clown this time. Feel free to have no cr with her and answer the door. She get's lost a lot still. 

B. At her house, looking through some papers for something.

C . Red! Harley is hanging out with you. Which is not odd itself. But she’s been looking at you a lot lately.


ooc: I appologize in advance for this spacing and the font.]

Comments

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[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

Uh, are you gonna pull my hair?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

......huh?

No I wanted to ask you a question.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Ohh.....

You didn't try an' kill your wife again did you?

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

Right.

What? If you're gonna ask me how lame you are, the answer is totally lame.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Why does she bother to come here?]

Um...no. I wanted to ask, how can you tell if someone likes you?

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

...Oh.


No hard feelings or anything! It's just that bad guys and totally awesome good guys don't really mix. It's not like I don't like you or anything.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

......I wasn't talkin`about you.

That's why I'm askin' you in the first place!

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right. Forget I said that. It's not like we could be friends or anything.

Can't you normally just tell if they like you or not? Based on reactions and stuff?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

....wait I thought we were friends?

[Sad face....]

And I meant, "like", like.

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

I think we're like frienemies

Like Like? Like like like like? Uh...

By asking?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh. Okay!

[That works for her.]

And uh...yeah, that's plan B.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...no. Well, yes. Thankfully, I wasn't able to kill anyone in my house. But I... may have killed Batman.

1/2

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh well that's goo-

2/2

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

....YOU DID WHAT?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Don't ask me how. One second, I'm on my way to meet with him to discuss our new Chief of Police. Before I know it, it's morning, I'm tied up in my basement, and my suit and cane soaked with blood.

Question: What do you think could have happened?

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

Friends can like each uddah too, ya know.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Surprise, surprise - Ilsa answers the door with a knife in her hand, but not particularly threatening. ]

Hello? Dr Quinn?

[ You have no idea how hard it is for her not to add "Medicine Woman", even if it's mismatching the name and title. ]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Um......



Oh my god you killed Batman!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Ivy here is too mad to listen.]

And it wasn't any of his business to begin with. What did you tell him.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Hi!

[And she is not phased by that at all.]

Can I ask you a question?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm surprised he hasn't come here already to throttle me.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

I said I didn't know what he was talking about?

So...wait, you do?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...Does it matter?

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

Well, whatta ya standing around talking ta me fer? Go and ask dat friend a yers how dey really feel!