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

A

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

[Elizabeth opens the door with a puzzled look]

"Is the healer now making house calls?"

A

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[Because Gamzee isn't a filthy heretic, he's wearing his clown makeup loud and proud. He blinks at Harley, not recognizing her without her clowniness traitoooooooooooor]

Hey, chica, what can a fine brother be doing for you today?

A

[heart-x-strings.livejournal.com]

[Kotomi peeks out, tentatively.]

Hello...?

A.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Opening the door.]

Harley?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Gamzee. If Harley actually remembered who lived where, she would have worn the clown make-up to see you. Instead she just has her clipboard.]

Hi! I'm doing a survey! Would you mind answering a few questions!?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Yup!

Mind if I ask you a few qustions! I'm doin' a survey!

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"By all means, ask what you must."

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Hi!

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Enjoy having papers shoved in your face Edward.]

Look what I got from home!

[heart-x-strings.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she recognizes that voice now! Perfect memory, go!]

Harley-san...?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[his heart will never recover]

Haha, sure thing. Uhh, I ain't real good at spouting out schoolfed learnings, but I'll get all my wicked try on for you, sis.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[Harley will be so sad.]

Besides, it's not school sort of questions.

How can you tell if someone likes you?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[He squirms back, gathering them together for a better look.]

What's this about?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Yup! That's me! I was wonderin' if I could ask you a few questions? I'm doin' a survey!

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Looking over her clipboard. See, totally professional.]

How can you tell if someone likes you?

[heart-x-strings.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door a little wider now.]

U-Um, sure...go ahead.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

My papers! See. Look!

I got them when they let me out of Arkham!

[Yup. It's certified proof that she's sane.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Flipping through her papers.]

How can you tell if someone likes you?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

"Sane."

[He glances up at Harley, then down at the paper. Then back up at her.]

...I didn't think you were one for forgeries.

[heart-x-strings.livejournal.com]

[!]

I-In what manner? Friendship, romantic...?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

The last one!

C

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Well, Red isn't the most observant person... but one should always be careful when Harley of all people is paying more attention to you than usual.

She won't comment on it, though. She'll just assume the milk thing hit her hard because what are feelings.] Feel like going shopping today?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Rolls her eyes and gives him a whack on the head.]

It's not a forgery dopey. It's my actual papers.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"I am not certain... I simply jumped on the one who had stolen my heart and snagged his in the process..."

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Staring...well this isn't working. Okay onto the next plan.]

Sure.

....Red...can I ask you something?