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.]

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[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Rolls her eyes.]

Please. I'm not the Riddler.

And no if you don't answer I'm just going to go to the next house.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He thinks.

On the one hand, having her around unsettles him. Loki can't do anything to hurt her, and were she to choose to kill him again, Loki would be helpless.

....but on the other, the survey she's giving out is a chance to tell outrageous lies, and when presented with an opportunity like that...like a kid with a cookie jar, he can't resist it.]

Okay. I'll do it. What was it you asked, again...? How to tell if someone likes you, am I right? Well, the first thing to look for is sighs. Dreamy ones. They'll be obvious, don't worry. They sound sort of like this.

[And he does an incredible imitation of a crushing schoolgirl's swoon.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at that, but writes it down anyway.]

You must hang around some pretty starnge people.

[Says the clown that acts exactly like that on a regular basis.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me you haven't seen it. The dreamy, starry-eyed look a girl gets when she looks upon her beloved, as though she couldn't imagine anything else in the world mattering one bit...the fluttering eyelashes that delicately dust rosy cheeks...the shy, stolen touches so light as to seem half-imagined...

...or do women where you're from not know how to love?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

I'm usually locked up with nut cases most of the time. You don't really see much of that in there.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Shame.

Any other questions for me?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

That was the big one....

Oh, do you have a job here and what do you think of it?