13584/While my Qatar gently weeps

While my Qatar gently weeps
Date of Scene:	15 December 2022
Location:	Qatar
Synopsis:	Jinx and Harley go to Qatar to mess up the world cup for Talia Al Ghul.. well, for Talia's money anyway. But before they even get on the plane, Jinx's bad luck draws in the Music Meister who intends to have a bit of fun with them.
Cast of Characters:	Jinx, Harley Quinn

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Jinx has posed:
Driving in Los Angeles isn't the best after driving cross country on Route 66 and other highways of note. The trip to the movie studios for Harley was an odd experience. She met celebrities but she was oh so close to unleashing her bad luck on those producers.

Then Harley, for some reason, has declared she's going to be a bounty hunter with her. Her hands grip the seat belt of the car even as her barefoot toes curl. She can feel it building up inside her, the frustrations and the fears.

~ I try to put it all behind, the memories and guilt; but lately I've been feeling like, may be I'm not built.. for this?
  I run from fear, oooHHh, the fearsome five I left behind. I run from fear, oooHHh, the family that was most unkind.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket and she pauses in the casual singing to look at it. A bounty upon several people in Qatar at the World Cup. Lots of money. Easy job if she's being honest with herself. Something she can do without the five and to prove to herself she can survive in this world without them.

~ The League of Shadows is offering them up, sacrifice for vanity to win the world cup
  This is my chance to find out the truth, if I've got the ovaries to still make a kill...

  I run from fear, oooHHh, the fearsome five I left behind. I run from fear oooHHh, my family that was most unkind.
  
  And may be if I put aside, the fears and the doubts, may be if I find my way from here before it mounts, my luck is never on my side so time to give it up, and pass it on to those I don't give a fuck...

  I run from fear, oooHHh, the fearsome five I left behind. I run from fear oooHh, my family that was most unkind. I run from fear, Ooohhh...

Jinx blinks realising they've driven to the airport and that she thinks may be she was just singing out her feelings. She glances side long at Harley, not at all sure if she heard any of that at all. Getting out of the car in awkward silence she heads to the airport terminal for a flight to Qatar.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Qatar! Football! Bounties!

Those all bring a smile to Harley's face as they stride to the airport gateways, Harley all bling and sass, a contrast to Jinx's more quiet demeanor.

They walk into the airport terminal, the rush of people heard all around. Those going to their gates, those running about because they are late for their flight. A Babel tower of different languages being heard all around.

Harley strikes her high heel on the ground, bringing silence to the place.

~ Don't worry, baby, no need to fear, no need for a tear..

Where did the music come from? Harley twirls forward as a few of the other passengers join her as supporting dancers.

~ That is the noise that keeps me awake, my head explodes and my body aches. But don't worry baby, don't be uptight, we will be up all night.

They twirl and dance their way towards their flight gate.

~Don't worry baby. And come on, push it, you can do it. Push it, nothing to it. Push it, let's get through it.

They make their way to the gates and she grins over her shoulder.

~Don't worry, baby. We'll be alright.

And off to Qatar they go.

Jinx has posed:
~ "Hell - A - X is crowded now and securities gotten tight.
Countries gone to DEFCON two, with no real end in sight.
Here I go to do bad things, I thought this was behind me?
But may be that's just who I am, and whom I to defy money?"

A set of security guards twirl in front of Jinx with scanner wands in their hands and begin to sing in harmony:
~ "Ma'am you can't go in to here with nothing on your feet,
Documents and get some shoes, so friendly we can greet... you"

Jinx rolls her eyes at the hammed attempt to rhyme in to the song. Somehow, she finds herself with shoes on wandering down the isle of the plane. It's in the air already and people are having snacks on their seats. Others with head phones on bobbing their head to the tune Jinx can hear.

~ "That was strange some time has passed did I miss it and blink?
Eh oh well, probly just bad luck but let's not dwell I think.
Qatar could be fun, with Harley along, this part is just mostly filler,
She's super strong, probly she won't stay long, when she finds out I'm a killer..."

Jinx stares off in to the distance a moment, turns suddenly and finds herself at Qatar International Airport passing through immigration surrounded by football fans. The fans begin to dance past Jinx as she wanders through the terminal.

She steps outside in to sunny Qatar and puts on sunglasses. She looks around as the people resume their regular milling about. The music has faded away as has her desire to sing about things. An entire flight from west coast USA to Qatar in barely three minutes.

"The fuck is going on?" she says loudly and turns around trying to see who could be behind this. Her eyes fall upon smiling Harley's face. Why is she so endlessly chipper?

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley doesn't even blink that they are in Qatar in a few minutes. Who counts time anyway? Not Harley! Sunglasses go on and she gets her own sunglasses on, taking in a deep breath of the hot, dry air of the desert.

~The trick is to keep smiling. Fire on the desert, face to the sky, the stars dancing like gods in disguise. Maybe this is all just a dream and we are still asleep. But the trick is to keep smiling. You give me your smile and my heart feels the weight of all I don't know.

There is no ending to the music apparently. Nor to the dancing! Because as Harley continues along the Qatar airport and into the city itself she brings Jinx along by the hand. And if there's one thing that Harley can do well is dancing, all graceful motions and twirls.

~Stop those voices in your head, they eat away at your will, they make you weak. Be it the Five, or the One, or even the Half. The trick is to keep smiling. Don't believe any word that they say, a word that they hear. We can do without some bitch always on our ear.

Jinx has posed:
As they find themselves standing on the hood of a taxi cab outside of the hotel where all the football players are staying, Jinx puts her hands on Harley's shoulders.

~ "Stop... can't you see? someone is messing with you and me..."

She looks around slowly and peers in to the crowd.

~ "Stop... now it is time. Some musical fuck is messing this up, my chance for the fame to be mine..."

She hops off the taxi as the world seems to be frozen about them. Her hands stroke over the standing pedestrians who suddenly take a single step.

~ "Stop! ... you can't really think, that me, a sorceress, would let you slink."

Her eyes rest upon a man wearing a tuxedo who slowly begins to clap as he steps between the people. He takes off his top hat and does a bow.

~ "Of Fearsome Five, Jinx, Jane Doe, who knows who you really are." His shoes tap on the ground as if they were tap shoes on wooden flood boards. "But here you see, you're in my world just for me. You'll dance and you'll sing and do nothing but grin as you musical your way to death."

~ Jinx holds out her hand like a stop sign, "STOP! ... you are killing my vibe, this chicks got a cool ride and thinks I'm the shizz."
~ "STOP! ... you've stepped in it now, because honey I'm the gal, with the bad luck to gives."

She does a twirl and smirks a moment, winking back to Harley.

~ "I'm going to murder, may hem, kill the football stars. I'm going to sorcery, slay them, hunt them in the bars. I'm going to watch them, taunt them, see them beg to meeee - 'cause I'm Jinx, wanted in countries -- 23."

The Music Meister disappears back in to the crowd as police dance in to the scene and swirl about the place. They aren't singing, they're just dancing while holding batons.

~ "Stop! did I just say that out loud? how much of this singing is known by the crowd?" The people around them on the street suddenly all turn toward Jinx and gasp with a hand over their mouth.

~ "Shit! That's is pants is what it is, time for me to blow this joint and call it quits."

Jinx stomps her bare foot to the ground and a pulse of pink magical energy bursts out across the ground and up through ALL the people. Bad luck has come to Qatar.

"Harley!, We've gotta go..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
As Jinx continuees to shake her shoulders the clownette sings up again with that infuriating smile to her lips.

~I think you are paranoid, and complicated. I think I am paranoid, manipulated.

Is Harley onto whatever weirdness is going on here? Perhaps. More like she is riding along to see where it leads. Because she continues singing.

~I fall down just to give you a thrill, prop me with another pill. Maim me, tame me, you can never change me. Love me, like me, come ahead and fight me.

Is she challenging the music meister? Who knows. Or maybe the lyrics are for Jinx. Regardless, she spins around out of the way of a cop that gets too close... And just crashes onto the ground after tripping all over his feet. People scream in panic, even if still in unison as if it was some kind of metal death song, their woes of bad luck translating into a death hymn as the joining of that bad luck along with the Music Meister's curse become too much.

~"No." She murmurs about running, "Hate the way they make us weak, they bring us to our knees, steal our power away.", beat, "Meisters talk shit when we are something they cannot understand, and you can't do what it is that you want. They talk shit when we fall to the floor." she reaches down to help the cop back up to his feet. "Just cos we feel insecure."

It's clear now that there won't be any running away done here. She turns to the crowd, cracking her knuckles.

~"I am Harley Quinn, clownette of chaos and former queen of Wonderland. She's Jinx, magnificent purple sorceress and my partner. You thought we were just little girls, thought we were a mouse, but now here we are ready to burn down YOUR house."

Jinx has posed:
The Music Meister is the only one left standing once the crowd has dispersed. It's day time but somehow it becomes night and a spot light shines down over him. He taps and spins and takes off his hat.

~ "So it has come to this. You want to disturb my bliss. But you'll dance and you'll sing and you'll do that spinny thing, irrespective of how you might feeeel."

~ "You're just a doll, just a pawn, just a piece. You're just a puppet on my strings. A marionette, and Jinx - hah, she's my pet. I own you both and there's nothing left you can do."

Jinx looks down at the ground and lets out a long breath, pulling the spot light over on to herself and away from the Music Meister.

~ "I'm just as fucked up as they say... I can't get a break from days like today."
  "It's made me realise... there's nothing I can do but specialise."
  "This agony, every day it's eating me, there's no way to let me be.. simply be myself."
  "Since puberty, odds have been against me, nothing's quite so sure as me.. ending in harms way."

Jinx rubs her hands together. Resting for a moment, she then walks over to Harley and places a hand on her shoulder. Sharing the spot light with her.
~ "I'm not gunna be, someone you can rely on... I'll fuck it up, there's no redeeming what I've done."
  "Now you're gunna see, what's eating up inside of me, this bad luck just won't let.. me.. be."

She points a finger toward the Music Meister, "Angst. Beige. Chocolate. Circus. Else. Flange. Fugue. Month. Neutron. Orange ... and Poet."

The Music Meister opens his mouth to sing a reply but pauses, frowns, "Well hell. You're no fun. Words that can't be returned in song." He throws up his arms and says, "This time, I suppose, you've won." He turns and walks away as the musical compulsions fade away.

It's strangely quiet in the streets of Qatar. The musical menace is over. Jinx looks at Harley and lets out a sigh. "Sorry for dragging you all the way to Qatar just to sing some stupid songs. The flight back is going to be a lot longer."

Harley Quinn has posed:
As the Puppet Master finally comes into sight there's an absolutely wicked look on Harley's expression.

~Look at this Puppet Master, but what a disaster. Because we are pulling your strings, the ones twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.

But then the Music Meister just flees the scene and Harley makes the motion of doing a mic drop, lifting her chin up a hmph back at the fleeing figure.

And are the music compulsions gone? Not for Harley apparently.

~"Good riddance, we kicked him out of existence." Harley winks back at Jinx and twirls in place, ~"And if I can just say something crazy, all my life has been a series of doors in my face and then suddenly I bump into yooou..." she hooks her arm with Jinx's, "So let's have some fuuunnn." Qatar will never be the same after these two are done here!

The trick is to keep smiling.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx twists her lips a little. That was one of the worst bouts of bad luck she's ever experienced. Drawing in a monster from beyond this realm who just wants to mess with them, claim them as her own. She hmms softly to herself and stares off in the direction he disappeared to.

But then Harley is still singing. "Did you just sing something from Frozen?," she asks with a sudden grin and loops arms with Jinx. "Yeah. Let's have a holiday and then get back to America." And just then she spies one of the football managers on the hit list walking down the street.

As they start to walk away, she gestures behind her, sending him a little bit of bad luck. His foot gets caught in a drain vent and he trips over hitting his face on the side walk. A trip to the hospital will be in his imminent future and the team will be without their manager. It's not millions of dollars, but it'll certainly pay for this trip.