dr. harleen quinzel. (harleyquin) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-11-10 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, harley quinn, richie tozier |
Who: Harley & Richie.
Where: The library.
When: Tuesday evening.
What: Tarot reading!
Status: In progress.
Warnings: TBD.
The world outside the hotel had officially descended into chaos. The dinosaurs had escaped their enclosures and were having a lovely little field day destroying that once pleasant theme park. Not that any of this affected Harley even remotely. Yes, the dinosaurs were cool and yes, she should have been more concerned about the murder machines just outside the hotel doors. But right now, they posed no immediate threat and she had something far more interesting to worry about: getting the library ready for Richie. Okay, maybe Harley hadn't thought about the gravity of the situation. Poor Richie was trying to handle an actual potential problem, figuring out his psychic abilities. But in Harley's eyes, she saw no real consequences to a silly card game. It was all in good fun, right? She had gone around the library, lighting the few candles she could find around the hotel, trying to give it a more spooky atmosphere. Which might have been spookier if she hadn't spread out margarita-makings over the back cover of the piano. If there was one thing Harley could not bring herself to half-ass, it was her cocktails. Hopefully Riche wasn't allergic to strawberries, because she'd be right in the middle of muddling them when he came to join her. |