2636/Too Many Mind

Too Many Mind
Date of Scene:	26 July 2020
Location:	Harley's Room: Antique Store Apartment
Synopsis:	Power Girl comes to check on Harley who has returned from grandmas house. Nobody was eaten.
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Karen Starr

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Harley Quinn has posed:
It's been weeks, a month, it's been forever...

It was the goodest times,

It was a bug planet.

Harley sits in her room cross legged on her bed fiddling with her phone while absently popping gum in her back teeth and twisting a strand of bleach blonde hair around her left index finger. She's wearing short shorts and a t-shirt that's a FULL TWO sizes too small for her because why not? Who needs breathing. Weak ass bitches always bitching about bitchy ass breathing.

You need a role model.

"Ring dang do... now wut is tha', it's saw'ft n' round like a pussy cat... it's got a hole inna middle an'ets split in two... tha's wut ya call, a ring dang do..."

Sliding her thumb up across the screen, going through instagram photos to add to her growing collection of uploads to keep her fanbase over at Pink Pig Tails innundated in her antics, she puts up a brilliant grin and manic wide blue eyes before snapping a selfie.

Karen Starr has posed:
    There is a rattle to the windows, and for most, that wouldn't be that big of a deal. Some heavy wind, or someone getting punched really hard down the road.

    You know, the things that happen in New York.

    For others, though, it wouldn't be unexpected to hear the roof door opening, and bootfalls heading down the stairs. It's not long- certainly not superspeed short, and she's not running- before there's this soft, muddled knock at Harley's door. It happens after the selfie, and it's also not long after the knock that the door itself creaks open. Without context, this is how horror stories start. Ominous weather, an unexpected visitor, someone entering your room without being invited.

    Fortunately for Harley, when the door is fully open, there stands the tall frame of Power Girl, in all her glory. She's semi-quiet when she enters, taking a step or two in. "Hope I wasn't interrupting anything. Just got out of this big... Thing, with the giant skullship. Had to make sure that nothing decided to crash the party here."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley wouldn't have been afeared of this knocking, even if Power Girl hadn't appeared shortly after the quiet rattling. She's not fearless, not by a long stretch, but it takes a lot to get the goat on one Harleen Quinzel. She's been through entirely too much to be startled by anything, but the most surprisingly violent altercations and situations.

Even then, really.

"Heya." Wiggle finger waving at Karen, big goofy grin when she looks up at the stoic heroine. "What the fuck is'uh skullship? Am I missin' big news again?! Where hav eI even been when all this was goin' down..." Said as if it was anyones fault save her own.

One leg, then the other slides off the bed so she can pad quickly on the balls of her feet towards the tall, blonde haired, big busted woman. Both hands up to rest on her arms, rising up on her tippy toes towards her, it's not enough to put her nose to nose, but not far removed.

"Did ya bring me somethin' from skullship? Cus tha' definitely sounds like a disney ride."

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen, for her part, had not at all considered that she might terrify Harley, mostly because she knew that she wouldn't. If the other woman had not assumed that it was Power Girl from the rattling of the windows, she is sure that Harley would have begun by giving pointers on how to murder scantily clad erstwhile cheerleaders- or cheerleader substitutes- in the night.

    "It's a... Long story, honestly. Just happened, threat to the entire world, stole some and shrank them- no, I didn't bring you any, sorry, they're all really important- and then tried to invade and destroy the Earth." A pause, "You know, Tuesday." Clearly, the two of them have very different ideas of an average Tuesday, even considering their abnormal lives.

    There is a smooth movement, then, as Karen plucks Harley up and casually sits her at about waist level in her hands, so that the two are eye-to-eye. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. You probably slept through it, it was only a lot of explosions and screaming." A fair accusation.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Weeeeeeee..." Harley giggles gleefully as she's swept up, then settles her cheek down upon the bigger womans shoulder with her arms looping out wide to encapsulate the entirety of shoulders so's one hand can yank playfully at blonde hair at the back of Peej's neck. Which she does. Liberally.

"I unno, I feel like I shoulda been consult't on wheatha I want't one of them skullships.. I'd add it to my collection of miniturized doodads an' nicknacks... like I got this itsy bitsy lil Penguin from when Penguin tried't to steal a bun- ya know it don't mattah an' tha' case is still pendin'."

Nuzzles.

"I yeah I slept through it, ya know I get when I take my ambien."

Karen Starr has posed:
    There's a small roll of her eyes, and her head rocks back with each of the little tugs. Exhaling softly, as if somehow exasperated, Karen continues forward in this little trundle, taking those last steps towards Harley's bed. There is a twist, a swift turn, that isn't too jarring, but might just be that little bit exciting. At the end, Karen is seated on the bed, Harley comfortably in her lap. It means that her hands are allowed to be someplace more respectful, and that Harley isn't practically seated on them.

    It can only be so comfortable for the smaller blonde to hang off of her shoulders, despite that objections were bound to be scarce. "Well, next time, we'll throw out an email when we're rescuing thought-lost civilizations to see if we can get you a really nifty snowglobe out of it." Teasing aside, she raises a brow. "You're not actually taking Ambien, are you? I'm not sure that'd work well with your blood chemistry."

Harley Quinn has posed:
The little turning seat illicits a giggling sound from the Harlequin, resuming her unobstructed leaning against Peej once she's claimed her rightful place upon the womans lap. Queen of the Peej Lap. "mmm... well, that's jus' tha thoughtful thing ta do, ya know? I'm all about nicknacks an' doodads, plus I like showin' off all mah soopah hero girlfriends exploits in collectable fashion..."

She points at an imaginary display case, "An' this is when she punch't a giant robot in'uh nuts an' bolts..." Points in another place, "An' tha's theah is wheah she twist't tha head off an ant the size of Texas'n put it in its cloaca." Flopping over so her head is dangling backwards, her knees run back towards the heads of the bed in a proper straddle, hands looped around the back of Peej's neck for support.

"Nah, I don't take ambien, it jus' sound't funny... I don't even think it'd woahk anyhow, cus Ivy gave me tha' concoction oah whatevah tha' makes me soopah strong."

Karen Starr has posed:
    A brow raises, as the other woman takes her throne and Power Girl develops this calm smirk. "Show off, huh? I'll admit, I'm not on instagram or twitter or whatever, so I haven't seen what you've been posting, but now I'm worried just how much there is." she chuckles, shaking her head just slightly. "Might not want to show off too much, there are a lot of dangerous people that might take advantage." This is said with a kind of serious tone- Power Girl doesn't doubt Harley can look after herself, but the people Karen's talking about can throw cars and topple buildings.

    Another little snorted laugh follows. "I uh- I've never checked, but uh- I'm pretty sure that ants don't have cloacas. Might have to look that one up, I guess." Then, another pause, "The size of -Texas-? Sounds pretty grody. I'm sure that would've been in the news." No arguments about low-blowing a robot, though. That's pretty much her speed.

    "Or it'd work too well, or your blood would turn into some sort of anti-sleep aid, or whatever random shenanigans happen to either of us on any given day. Anyway, sleeping through the apocalypse or otherwise, have you been okay? Keeping April and the pups safe?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh, I don't go showin' the goods off foah the twitter an' instagram audience.. they gotta pay extra foah that." Harley says, in a way that could be a joke, but might not be... because who can ever tell with Harley? "Besides, all'uh this is yers." Motioning down at herself with waving hands, holding herself in place with a tightening of her thighs on Peejs sides.

Still dangling out over the open foot of the bed.

Because she can.

"Oh, they do.. like birds.. oah othah things what has cloacas... I unno, I aint no animalogist oah whatevah." Wiggling a little. It leaves little to the imagination. Pigtails sway.

"Yeah, mostly. I aint seen April foah a while, but I was outta town on business. Ya know how it is... had this big convention in Montreal I had ta go to.. book signin's, tha' soahta thing." None of which is even remotely true.

"But the babies an' April ah most okay-ish... Glad ya aint dump't me while I was off doin' nonsense tha' I'll definitely have to come up wit a story foah but tha person'll right it is too lazy right now." META AF.

Karen Starr has posed:
    "Well, I don't subscribe to your OnlyFans, either." she states, amused at first, before pausing just slightly. "You don't have one, right?" Her brow is cocked. She does expect an answer, but isn't sure she'll have a problem with it either way. Regardless, she continues after a moment. "Really now? Not sure I see my name on it..." Then, a rather sudden look of alarm, "Which is not to say you should get a tattoo. We're not doing that."

    "Yeah but they're insects, I don't-" Then, she nods slightly. "We'll just write down wherever I'd stuff its head as a cloaca and-" Power Girl stops for a moment, and watches, before continuing. "Well, I haven't heard anything bad happen. Checked in on the pups a couple of times while you were gone. They seemed the usual sort of dense and incapable of anything other than being happy, so, that's the same." she notes, offering this little shrug.

    "I thought about it," she chides, "Then I imagined the puppydog eyes and waking up at odd hours of the night to you breathing heavily outside of my window, and various other things, and I realized I couldn't deprive you of me for very long." Her face contorts for a moment, before she adds, "I just figured you were off visiting family, trying to look normal. Wearing a business suit, shouting about having a real job, telling people they don't understand you, the whole shebang."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"If I did, would ya be mah moderatah?" Harley asks with a cryptic grin, tongue poking out through her teeth for a second before she starts shaking her head, "I did foah a little while back a few yeahs, but they banned my account when they found out I was sendin' newds from Arkham... blah blah blah, not legal, blah blah blah, borin'. You know how it is." Said as she pulls herself up to rest chest/chest, nose/nose.

"I got a lot of tattoos... whose ta say I aint already put one of ya on me? Hmmm? Ya gonna go lookin' foah it?" Bleached brows bouncing playfully sugestively. "I got a blank spot... uh..." Looking at her thighs, so many tattoos.. "Uh..." Backs of her arms, she even lifts her shirt to just below the edge of her bra, but she has soooo maaaany...

"We'll find a place."

Boop.

One finger taps Peejs nose.

"I went an' saw ma grand'ma.. she's dyin' an she aint seen me in like six yeahs, so..." Shoulders rise and fall. "It was nice. Not really normal, but.. calm.. maybe I'll take you sometime. She keeps askin' when Imma settle down."

Karen Starr has posed:
    There are easier ways to cause self-confidence issues in oneself, but at no point is Karen stopping Harley from repositioning. With a little smile, she offers a nod. "Yeah, for sure. I'd ban so many people." she states- essentially meaning everyone, but nods along with the rest, putting an end to the story by lightly pecking Harley on the lips. It's a dangeorus gesture, but she risks it all the same.

    "Nope." she begins, denying the notion even as the other woman practically strips to show off the various forms of ink she's had done over the years. "I'm vetoing this. We're not finding a place. Can't even reciprocate so, clearly, it's out of the question before we even ask it."

    Her eyes cross for a moment when she's booped. Her brow raises again.

    "Oh, sure, that'll be great. 'Ey gran'ma I know yer dyin' an' all but yer always askin' 'bout when'm gonna settle so's I brought my six foot tall alien girlfriend ova to end things onna high note.'" That smirk is back, and she continues. "I'm not sure I want to be responsible for the heart attack. But, if you think I should meet her... Sure. I'd go with you."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Well not with that attitude..." Harley says unto the nope, knowing entirely that there's little chance that she could convince, even if it were possible in the first place, Peej to get a little Harley tattoo on her butt. "Yur jus' not tryin' hahd enough is all." Winking playfully and bouncing her brows.

"Oh puhleeease... she seen tha news ahticals about me an' Jokah. Ya thinkin' ya aint a step up from HIM? Come on, she'd be head ovah heels foah ya. I know it in mah bones." It's as close to meet my parents as Harley has ever offered.

She rarely ever speaks about their existance at all, truth be told.

Family doesn't rest high on her priorities apparently.

"I wanna tell ya somethin'... I think I may'uh said it befoah, but I mean it okay? I aint bein' weihd oah nothin'... so keep tha' in mind okay?"

Following the peck, there's a pleased little grin, and a Harls dangling arms around the sides of Peej's shoulders. "I love you. An' not in tha weihd way.. but in tha good way.. whatevah tha' means... like I'd totally play In your eyes from a boombox outside ya window, standin' in a trench coat in'ah rain."

Karen Starr has posed:
    "You're damn right not with this attitude," she begins, wearing an intense expression for a few moments. Harley's suspicions are right- not only can't she convince Karen to get a tattoo, but even if she could, there isn't a proper parlor on Earth that could do it. Magical inks exist, but a combination of both a magical ink and a magical tattooing gun is something so exceedingly unlikely and rare that it simply isn't out there.

    Karen looks quizzically at Harley for a moment, and ponders it at the same time. "If she means a lot to you, and you want to go... Then I'll go. I don't know if I should wear the costume or not, but if it brought you all the way out to wherever she is for that long, I can't say no."

    Power Girl knows what's coming, and she comically braces herself for the impact of the phrase. Still, there's a smile when all is said and done. "The healthy way. Strange or not, there's a difference, and I think that regardless of how nebulous or hard to quantify it is, it's a good thing." She lets that billion smile rest for a time, before she speaks again.

    "I love you too, Harley Quinn."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Hurrrrumph." Harley says with mock sadness, but she knew it wasn't going to happen... possibly wasn't even serious in the first place. WHO KNOWS?!

After she just listens, which is a rare enough occurance for Harley that it might stand out as aberrant to some degree. Blue eyes dancing steadily across Peejs face, grin creeping into place like a ninja through tall grass until it's splitting her face nearly in two.

"She does mean a lot to me.. my father wont speak to me an' ma.. well I don't even know where she is, so grams is the only person'll even return my call half the time. She was real sad about... I mean you know... so I think she'd be really happy to see that I'm okay an' happy.." Which is just kicking a dead horse since Peej already agreed. It's a rare glimpse inside. Something lucid and stable.

Normal.

Happy.

Grinning at Peej with both hands brushing back across the womans brow to push blonde hair away from her face. Both hands smooshing her cheeks uselessly trying to make a pucker fish expression, "Blub blub."