15887/Death Valley Vacation Part 2 - Take Car and give Nun back

Death Valley Vacation Part 2 - Take Car and give Nun back
Date of Scene:	19 September 2023
Location:	Death Valley, California
Synopsis:	The bounty babes restock and refuel and recar and reweld. They've stumbled on a crazy $100 mil death games in the desert and now they both see bounty $ signs in their near future.
Cast of Characters:	Jinx, Harley Quinn

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Jinx has posed:
Sure, there's a lot of heavy armed men wearing nun habits working on armoured muscle cars and a dizzying array of weapons. And sure, Harley and Jinx were parched. Not to mention the turkey. Poor turkey. But despite all that, Jinx has been out in the elements for hours, bare foot, on the ground.

Hot ouchy ground but the ground no less. As powered up as she can be there is no doubt. She is at the kind of power levels she usually had when fighting big hero types - including when she kicked the Titan's butts.

She kinks her neck from side to side, stretches out her arms, then says to Harley, "Watch this shit."

Her hands spread as magic leaps from finger tips across her body. She opens her mouth up wide in imitation of The Mummy. The sounds of Death Valley begin to stir as the wind picks up. A sand storm begins to roll in and Jinx's face appears in the wall of sand, mouth open wide, as it collapses down over the nuns as if to gobble them up.

"Let's go fuck up their shit yeah."

Harley Quinn has posed:
If there was ever a time that Harley was tempted to make a meal out of Gerti it was now. She didn't even need to cook! Just leave it in the sun for a bit considering how damn hot it is right now. And her poor, poor pale white skin is suffering for it...

"This is the time wheah I woulda preferred savin' the sun lotion bag instead of the weapons bag..." Misery. Woe. But at least she's got her sunglasses! So she looks cool even as they drag themselves over to find ..., a camp of nuns? "Holy shit! Nuns do get everywhere! They are so universal..." but then they figure out it's not really nuns but some kind of gang. "Should we ..., you know ..., parlay?" but then Jinx is doing her best Mummy impersonation even if she isn't bald which in Harley's opinion does take a lot out of the cosplay BUT ..., beggars ain't gonne be choosers so she grins as the sand storm starts wrapping up on the gang.

"Okay, let's see..." she has opened her weapons bag and is perusing it. "Grenade launcher? Nah.." she digs in, "Portable flame thrower?!" she wrinkles her nose. "Somehow it feels wrong in the desert.." until she finally she gets to the true classic that is her baseball bat. "Ah yes....."

And off to the fray she goes, appearing from amidst the sand storm to start dispensing justice to the gang! And pain ..., lots of pain.

Jinx has posed:
The ground rumbles as Jinx rises up on a mound of sand that is moving. She surface along it and swoops around the edge of the encampment as vehicles are hastily jumped in to - many of the nuns don't want to be out in a sand storm. It's the slightly muted cries of pain that alert the rest of them that something weird is up.

A pair of them grab their machine guns and pull back on the hammer when suddenly their car flips up in to the air and crashes down on its roof. Jinx's eyes glowing bright pink, almost white, as she commands the elemental powers. The only magic she has truly mastered so far.

"This is my domain ya fucks," she calls out as the sand storm begins to die down. A duo with guns jump out of their cars and unload on Harley but Jinx whips her hands through the air and the bullets are pushed back magically to dent the tires of their truck.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Justice is dispensed in the way of practiced swings of a clownette that has done a lot of beatdowns in her lifetime! So when she gets up close and personal? The nuns start feeling the PAIN.

"Hey ..., you ain't a nun!" because even if dressed as a nun she can now see the gruffy man underneath, clearly a crook. Now sporting a crooked nose after she bashed him in. "You know ..." she knees another man on the sternum, "I am a trained psychologist. You guys clearly need some help." she weaves and rolls out of the way of a bullet strafe before jumping over and delivering a snap kick out of a long leg to one of their opponent's face. "So look me up if you evah go to Gotham."

A last one comes running out, screaming and shooting wildly. She throws him her baseball bat, hitting him in the face and sending him to 'sleep'.

"Ooookay, think we got 'em all Dixy D."

Jinx has posed:
A few of them charge at Jinx and she swishes her hand through the air sending them flying in to the big truck which is set up for welding and cutting and general car mechanical care. Then she sees it, her eyes wide, a big bottle of water. She scoops it up and starts to let it rain down on her parched face and lips and in to her throat.

The sound of a gun clicking as its hammer cocks has her glancing side ways at the gruff man in a nuns habit. She can see right away he's unsure of himself - his hand is shaking. She lowers the water bottle and wipes her hand across her face. Looking him up and down, she smirks at the gun and the man.

"Boo!"

He doesn't have the nerves to pull the trigger. He drops the gun and starts running off in to the desert. Jinx shrugs and then tosses the bottle of water over to Harley even as Harley takes out of the last of them with a nicely thrown baseball bat.

There's a lot of unconscious bodies - a few missing cars from those who fled, and foot prints from the ones who ran for it. The is there. "Why the hell are all these crazies out in the desert?"

She checks the dash of one of the open cars and finds a flyer. "Killin' It 2023: Death Valley Death Arena. Prize pool $100,000,000... last team standing wins." She looks at the crate of rockets, the attached machine guns to big rig trucks, the welded on plate armour. "Bollocks we walked right in to this shit on our vacation."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"You are a life saveh!" Harley catches the bottle with one hand before corking it open and then .., let's it rain! Down her gullet... And a bit spills out too down the front of her t-shirt. Which would be just pornographic if she wasn't so thirsty, "I feel reborn!" she announces once she's done, exhaling and finally looking around the area.

"Well, at least they left us a few cars, lots of parts too..." even if nothing will EVER be able to substitute her jaguar. Poor jaguar.... She sniffles.

Harley makes her way back closer to where Jinx is to peer over her shoulder at the dash, "What ya got ovah theah..?" eyes widening once she spots it, "Look at the size of that prize pool!" wicked grin to her expression. "You thinkin' what I am thinkin'..?"

"Eyebrows waggle suggestively.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx's mind dances around the possibilities. Just win the damn thing - lots of money. NOno, that'd be criminal activity and she'd be in a lot of trouble with the FBI, the various PD, the Titans, the Wayne Lawyers, Interpol.. the list goes on. Going back to a life of crime is far too much hassle.

Then again.. a goodly proportion of the people in this crazy death games must have a long rap sheet. "Bounties..." She rubs her eyes with the back of her wrist, "Bounties as far as the eye can see..."

No criminal is going to pay out to two turn coats like Harley and Jinx. But the Inyo County Sheriffs Department would probably pay out a pretty penny for several dozen Most Wanted delivered with a bow on 'em.

There is that dodge charger just sitting there. "With a few modifications that thing could do as good. I mean, someone owes you a new car and it sure ain't me. Might as well be these mooks." Mooks. Such a great word. Being English she adopts great words with abandon.

[ https://youtu.be/sVzvRsl4rEM -- How ya like me now - The Heavy ]

"Let's montage this pimp yer ride..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley is nodding in that slow motion way of hers that is telling they are of a like mind. "The bounty babes are back in the game, baaabeeeh!" from close to dying out in a desert to having their eyes on hundreds of bounties. But that's just how they roll.

"I mean, in a way you sorta owe me since you are the reason we came heah!" Look, she is still sour about losing the jaguar, okay? But all that is forgotten when she puts her eyes on that dodge charger...

And it's love at first sight.

"Mmmhmmm, look at those curves.." she bites on her lower lip hard as she runs over to the car, running fingertips like a feather over the hood. "Mmmmmmmm..." a shudder out of the clownette.

"Oooh, I am gonna treat you soooo well..." she coos before it becomes ....

MONTAGE TIME!

Jinx has posed:
Welding goggles: CHECK
Leather chaps: CHECK
Welding gloves: CHECK
Welding wand: CHECK AND CHECK

One in each hand, she is running along the underside of a machine gun set in to a set of box metal for attachment to the top of a car. In this case, the dodge is getting some violence. A hole is cut in the roof to the back seat where an ammo box has been riveted in to place - the ammo feed is hooked up.

Jinx holsters the welders as she helps Harley move metal sheets in to place, ablative armor for the vehicle, using her power over the elements. "She needs a rocket launcher. Don't'cha think Harls?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
The sound of hammer hitting on metal. Welding sparkles flying over. Sweaty bodies. Just like every montage should be!

The two bounty babes work on the dodge charger to turn into a true machine of carnage. Armored, hole atop for a machine gun and ....

"Do you know what's better than one rocket launcher?" Two of them of course! So that's what they do, clamping them on the sides of the car and connected to a switch inside the car. Oh yes, Harley knows her way around explosives and cars. Too many years with the Joker...

"Now ..., we just need to spray paint it ..., we goin' pink and .., dashes of yellow?" she grins, nodding emphatically. "Oh yea, think that's just what we gonna go with!"

Jinx has posed:
Welding mask: CHECK
Spray paint bottles: CHECK AND CHECK

Jinx sprays the mist up in to the air apparently wasting it, then her magic scoops it up in its wind wake and splatters it across the cars surface. Less accurate - may be. More efficient - arguable. More fun? - totally.

A bit more painting later and the monster is ready. Jinx slips in to the passengers seat as Harley splits in to the drivers seat. The engine purrs to life. Jinx looks at the pamphlet for the death race and the map it shows. With a finger point she declares:

"THAT'A'WAY!"

... to be concluded.