17123/The Suit makes the Cat

The Suit makes the Cat
Date of Scene:	07 February 2024
Location:	April and Harley's Apartment.
Synopsis:	Harley invites Gar over for a surprise involving suits and tryouts and photos and .... Run, Gar. RUN!
Cast of Characters:	Gar Logan, Harley Quinn

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Gar Logan has posed:
It all began with a group text, one Garfield Logan forgot Harley was part of. What was that one even for? With the one-time Clown Princess of Crime, since reformed for a while, it could have been anything. A brief mention of needing to find something good to wear connected to the wedding started it off.

The thing he'd avoided talking about for months, if not longer.

The thing involving a ring ceremony, and not the one involving Mordor.

The thing where the knot is tied between people, and not a Boy Scouts class or some other questionable place.

And Harley had her own response to it, which is how Gar found himself knocking on the door to the apartment she still shares with April, asking himself how he always seems to find himself in these kinds of situations. At least he's in something normal: a shirt and pants, with a coat.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley to the rescue!

Of course that upon seeing the call for aid from 'Gondor' she had lit the 'beacons' by way of a flurry of messages. Promising she was going to 'take care of it'. And a few days later? Another message for him to come over because she had a SURPRISE. Which from the clownette can be anything really.

The door opens immediately upon Gar's arrival, a smiling Harley on the other side, "You came!", she leans in for a couple of little european kisses on Gar's cheeks, "How do you doooo?" head peeking out to look up and down the corridor before pulling Gar into the room and closing the door behind her.

"So! I hear someone's lookin' foh a good wedding dress and that got me thinkin'..." she starts pacing back into the living room, all the way past a couple of sleeping hyenas and towards her room. "... that I should take advantage of that suit I was getting ready foh ya for last Halloween and make something proper out of it!"

Oh boy.

Gar Logan has posed:
And there she is, in all her chaotic glory.

This means Gar's been spotted, which also means he can't just get away with playing a version of Ding Dong Ditch by turning into something small and getting the hell out there.

He has the reaction of every kid with their overbearing aunt forcing herself upon them with the kisses, which is to recoil slightly and stiffen, and this has the side effect of him cutting off a teasing answer at the first couple words she said. "I'm..good! Yeah, good is a good word. You?"

Her scouting of the hallway before yanking him in can only mean trouble, or some form of it, and now he's inside to add, "I wouldn't say I was looking for a /dress/ but I also wouldn't be surprised if Vorpal did something like that just because that's the way he is." He eyes the hyenas, which almost look cuddly and peaceful in their slumber, then something has him looking back over her way. "Wait, Halloween?" Did he forget, or just never hear of this?

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Dress. Suit. All the same." Harley is gesturing with her hands as she makes her way into her room. "Isn't that what Versace would say?" now she's comparing herself to a top notch designer? This can't be good.

"And of course! Terry wanted me ta get ya one of my suits foh it. But then I got this idea, why not have it foh the wedding!?" She glancing over her shoulder, "I know, I know. Genius, amirite?" maybe that's not the best word for it. "Sooooo, come closer."

And she opens her large wardrobe, a series of suits inside. Old, new. A plethora of suits that Harley has wore over the years, both as a villain and not. She starts perusing through, tossing some out. "Nope, nope..., no, not this one." does she even have anything prepared for Gar?

"Ahah!" And she finally finds what she was looking for. It's a suit alright. Larger than the ones she wears. very close to Gar's build too but it might be tight. Or tighter than what he's used to! Or maybe it's just the bodice that gives that impression...

Gar Logan has posed:
"No, Harley. I don't think Versace would say that. And a wedding dress is very different from a wedding suit," Gar explains with all the patience he can muster before Terry is brought up. "And what was he going to go as, the Joker? We were doing some OG Joker and Harley thing, is that it?" Did he ever agree to that, or is it one of those things that just ends up happening when more than one element of chaos is near?

Closer? Fine, he ventures nearer. So many examples of looks the woman has worn. "I think you've changed costumes more than I have. You know, I should show you a picture of how awesome I looked when I was the Cheshire.." he says, beginning to dig in a pocket for his phone before the moment of truth arrives. Or at least, /a/ moment of truth. "Harley?" he asks, then again. "..Harley?" As she shows off the leggings, arm sleeves, boots, and..bodice, he clears his throat. "You know women are the ones who need stuff for..you know, up here?" He places his hands to his own chest. "Unless your name is Robert Paulson, I mean, but..that?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"How would you know? Versace's dead now." Harley says with a disappointed look at Garfield and shakes her head at him. Still, her focus is on the suit that comes to display, she opening her arms to her sides. "Taadaaaaaa..."

And of course that she expected Gar to complain about it but that only seems to spur her further into action, "I knew you'd say that..., which is why...." and she reaches for a few other pieces, "I got pieces we can combo in!" she takes out another top, this one a tighter fabric, various straps on the front.

"Now, time to strip. Don't worry, I won't peek!" she closes her eyes and puts her hands in front of it for good measure. "Also, Terry got me your measures, even bulge size. You will see everything fits!"

Or at least fits in a way Harley believes it should fit.

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan's mouth opens and closes. Did she just say Terry got his bulge size? "This is the part where if I knew any other languages well, I'd say something like 'Dear God,' just that way," he deadpans, as all the items end up in view. At least, this first round.

Knowing that telling Harley 'no' is a good way to get yourself in deeper trouble - past experiences come to mind! - he just goes with it. It's not that he's embarrassed (okay, maybe a smidge so far), but he's almost famously known for not having a lot of shame when it comes to making a fool of himself.

And who is the bigger fool? The jester, or the King the jester lampoons?

"Fine, fine, okay. Let's see how it looks," he says, wriggling his way out of everything but his undies (boxer briefs today), letting her see his back and backside. "These first, I guess." He reaches for the black and red leggings, which barely look like they'd hide the hips. "I think this is gonna be tighter than Terry's had my last couple costumes made," the green one observes, squeezing into them.

It's up to Harley which top he'll end up in.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley keeps her eyes close for a good while. Until she hears Gar starting to fit into the pants of that suit. One eye peeks open and she grins wide. "Ooooh, good." she approaches, tapping him on the hips and puuuuushing that fabric up until the leggings are tight-tight against his skin.

"Perfection." her tone invoking Michael Fassbender's famous sentence in a certain Alien movie.

The top? She chooses to go with the one that has all the straps. And of course that Harley being the helpful clownette that she is makes sure to get Garfield all tucked in inside it. "Now take in a good deep breath. You won't have many of those for a while after." uh-oh. Once Gar does that she will start tightening up those straps. And oh boy are they tight!

"You know, this might work bettah in the bachelor party, but....!"

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan glances over a shoulder at the approval, just moments before she helps him get adjusted into the leggings. "Hey, watch it.." he says in case her touch gets a little..handsy. Got to keep up a semblance of propriety.

"I dunno if that's the word I'd use, but so far..uh, hey..!" Yes, the extra-strappy, extra-tight top is fit to him, and with a more athletic frame, akin to a swimmer's torso (which happens to be Terry's favorite type, go figure), as awkward as it may look when those straps are cinched up, then cinched up some more, then some /more/ on top of that..oh yeah, the breathing isn't coming out quite so freely.

"H-Harley, how d-do you..do /anything/..in one of these?" he asks, barely above a whisper. Bachelor party or not, it's turning into a distinct look already as he inches up onto his toes. "Did your m-minions..have to go..like t-this?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley is patient, making sure those straps are tight. But not -too- tight. She isn't trying to kill Gar after all! Terry would kill her. As the look starts coming together she puts her hands on her hips, nodding approvingly.

"I am so good at this." even if not modest.

"Boots." She points to a pair of high-heeled, knee-high ones. Black leather of course as it should be, "They didn't have to. They -chose- to go like this. It's different!" she nodding sagely.

"April never complains when I put her in one of these. Well, not as much as you are right now!" She says. Meanwhile the two hyenas have woken up from their nap and are at the door, watching all the ruckus is about. They look at Gar is if he was a tasty morsel, licking their chops.

"And that's like a second skin, you get used to it after a while! It's great, really."

Gar Logan has posed:
"I'll have to take your word for it. One man's choosing is another man's forcing," Gar deadpans, then he raises his hands as if expecting Harley to swat him.

If anything, he's getting closer to looking like a male version of Poison Ivy dressed up as Harley Quinn, and that's just going to make for some weirder imagery.

"You're the best," he agrees quickly, focusing on his breathing before he squints at the knee-high boots with the high heels. "Guess I've got another thing to learn how to do, and April? You probably get some of Catwoman's old outfits for her, don't you? Shhh. I won't tell anybody." Still, breathing is tough, and he shoots the hyenas a look of his own. "No, I'm not her! She is!" He gestures to the perpetrator of this debauchery, then he does his best to bend over to pick up a boot, which of course makes the costume so far only look tighter. "Great is definitely a word..!" he exhales.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The hyenas reply nothing at what Gar tells them. They just continue to sit at the door. Observing. Waiting for an opening perhaps, their tongues lolling out. How long since Harley fed them? They show teeth when Gar bends down to pick up one of those boots but otherwise don't move at all.

Harley just grins, not seeming to either notice or care that Gar may not be as comfortable as he could be, "May need to give it some adjustments. But ....! Tell you what..." and she leans over to whisper, "You bring the suit with you, try it out some. And then figure if you want something changed. You can then come back and tell me and I will make suwah to adjust it. Sounds like a deal?"

Or a deal with the devil. Because if Gar agrees it means he will have to be wearing it more than just here at Harley's place. Oh my.

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan forces one foot in, then the other, but either he's going to have to sit down to finish with the boots..or Harley's assistance will again be required. "You just keep them over there," he says of her pets, slowly beginning to get the hang of the breathing thing.

"May need? I think Terry lied to you!" he exclaims, quieting as her offer is made. "Oh, I'm not as dumb as I look. I know there's only one way to tell if it needs any changes or not. But knowing you, this isn't the only thing you made, is it?"

IS IT?

Still, there's a little more to make the current look all good and proper. Or improper, as it were. The gloves, the choker or whatever it is.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"No, no. That won't do." Harley is of course very helpful where it comes to getting into those boots. And by helpful she closes in from behind to puuulllll on the boots to have them fit. It's like wearing a second skin! A very tight second skin.

"And don't worry, they already ate this morning! They are so sweet, just watching..." oh, the hyenas are doing more than just watching. They are prowling.

"Terry doesn't lie to me!" She protests, moving to help do the same with the other boot but this time she's a bit harder on the pull. That's what you get for calling Terry a liar!

"I have more, of course! Theah's a lot of costumes I wore ovah the years." She grins.

"Now the gloves."

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan grimaces, more to himself than her, when the boot is tugged on and cinched up, then the other in a little more severe way. "I've studied hyenas, Harley. I know what they're up to," he points out, adding a moment later, "Terry might be too afraid of you to lie, but I know him. He's almost as chaotic as you." Now that should be a high compliment.

"Which one has been your favorite? I kinda liked my old black and purple one, but I've had a few red and white ones too." Like he does currently. Or not /right now/ currently. "Oh, right. Do your worst." He's trying to get a little more comfortable, but telling /her/ that might be unwise. Arms out.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"They all are my favorite!" Of course that's what Harley would say, "But I suppose I got a special place in mah heart for the original one piece suit." she roaming towards the wardrobe to fetch it, leaving Garfield literally hanging with his arms out and waiting for the gloves. Low attention span.

She brings out a one piece black and red suit, jester cap too. "But this one we keep foh a surprise on Terry." she grinning, putting a finger to her lips, "Shhhhh.." a beat, "And you will be taking them with you too." she finally deigns to get those gloves. Leather long gloves that cover up to the forearm.

"Fittin' like a glove.." These aren't that bad actually. Maybe it was one of the few where she has the right measurements for it.

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan holds his arms out for a few seconds more, like some twisted green zombie jester in training, before he lowers them for the time being while she coos over her past looks. "Well, you did get yourself on the map with that," he admits, "And it..oh, there it is," he says, matching the finger to his lips. "I will?"

Along come the mismatched colored gloves, in line with the whole harlequin style, and yes, of all the things so far, they do fit the most normally. "Hey, I do the fingerless gloves along the arms too, so this isn't really that different." Is he..starting to get comfortable? Only to a point with that top.

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a knowing smile out of Harley when she notices that comfortable tone to Gar. If anything she knows how to read people! A wink and she finally says, "Garfield Logan. You /are/ enjoying yourself." a nudge of her hip against the man's after checking that the gloves are set correctly.

"You don't have to always be so serious, yea?" She notes, tapping him on the shoulder and starting to get some of the outfits into a large bag, "I want these tried out. With PHOTOS. Once you figure out what you want changed I can do so."

The hyenas have prowled into the room now, sniffing here and there but keeping an eye on Gar, smiling like hyenas do. Wickedly.

"You are gonna have to provide the choker, but other than that think that will be one look."

Gar Logan has posed:
"What? No, this is weird, but...it's very you, Harley," Gar answers quickly. He's been on the receiving end more than once of her focus, and most of the time it leaves him wondering afterward what just happened. The chaotic nature of the Cheshire Cat is only rivaled by her own as far as he's concerned.

He's just as fast to add, "And this isn't comfortable!" Yet? "But yeah, maybe I don't mind the attention." He as much as told her 'bring it on!' with that answer, didn't he? "I like to have fun," he insists. Just ignore the 'photos' part.

As he stares back at the hyenas, he tells them, "You're probably confused, aren't you? All dressed up like her, but I don't smell like her at all." Absently, he nods as he probably considers the idea of the neckwear.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Oh, the hyenas seem anything but confused. They are waiting but their patience seems to be reaching a limit because their long teeth show as they smile now, padding closer as if Gar talking to them was the beacon they needed for the attack. There may be a big possibility that Gar has to run out of here dressed like Harley.

But would that be such a surprise when one visits Harley's place? On the bright side, could had been worse!

"Yet." She verbalizes the doubt on Gar's voice about whether or not the outfit is comfortable. "It grows on you." or maybe it's the person that shrinks to fit it. She finishes filling up the bag with various clothings and extends it out to Gar. "Photos! Tryouts! You have one week!"

Seems Gar has a mission.

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan ends up with the bag in both hands. He hasn't even had the chance to look inside it yet when the hyenas begin to close in like he's one of the gazelles or something in the Lion King. "Heeey, you know me," he reminds, awkwardly wagging a finger at them, but with Harley having stashed his own clothes somewhere - maybe back in the bag itself - it doesn't look like he's getting the chance to change back here.

"Grows like a fungus, or..?" he begins to quip, pausing at the summary she gives him. "Wait, tryouts? What tryouts?" A breath is caught, definitely one of the shorter ones since she got him into all of this.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley just stares at Gar as if he had grown another head when the Titan is asking about the tryouts. As if it was all SO OBVIOUS! Not that Gar gets a chance to get a clarification because a moment later there is a show of fangs, a yelp. The two hyenas have surrounded Gar and are moving on the attack!

"Oh, no..." Harley says as the two hyenas prowl forward, "They must think you are Punchline!" who? "I trained them to be vicious against that bitch..."

A moment later she is inciting Gar, "Run, Gar. RUN!"

Yep, Gar is running out of here if he doesn't want a bite! Hopefully he will have his suit inside that bag Harley gave him. Hopefully.