Who: Cable & Deadpool & Harley Quinn When: October 18th, 2012 (backdated) Where:The island of Doctor Moreau! Providence! What: Deadpool decides to bring his new best buddy to meet his former best buddy. So they can be a best buddy trifecta! Rating: PG-13-ish? Possibly?
It had taken a lot of work. Not on his part. Of course not. The work portion was contributed by Weasel, his former gal pal, while the Adolescent Allies played an exciting game of Sorry. Which, despite how much Wade pitched, had not turned into a game of Strip Sorry. So they played and Weasel worked. When the time came and Weasel presented Wade with his new belt, the nerdlinger was rewarded with a slap to the face by a fat bill fold. "Here ya go, ol' buddy ol' pal. Should we hug it out? On second thought, you've been eating lunch meats and I don't want your greasy sweat on the clean duds. Sorry." A quick gesture had it slung around his waist. A glance was sent to Harley before fixating on his nerd-for-hire again.
"I go now, where thousands have gone before!" The mercenary struck a pose with his index finger held aloft before he reached out for Harley. The fingers tapped the buckle on the belt and with a flash of purple light the duo vanished. Seconds later they were thousands of miles away and Deadpool shook off the effects of the teleportation. A low whistle escaped him. "Someone's been decorating! Nate's probably been gorging himself on Bon-Bons and watching HGTV. I have got to get him a girlfriend." There was half a beat pause before he clarified with, "A real girlfriend. You know, the usual stuff: Hair, Blood, A pulse, Emotional problems, Inability to not ask for directions. The classic trifecta. Or would that be a Five-fecta? Fiiiiiiiiif-fecta? Help me out here with this." He scratched at his head while trying to figure out the troublesome question plaguing him.
"Man, this is gonna bother me all day like losing a game of 'Graveled' to Dorian. Geez." Deadpool was snapping as if that would help him. Finally, he decided his time was better spent elsewhere. "Come on! I'll show you where Nate keeps his guns! We'll find some cans they haven't recycled yet," The merc snorted at that and kept right on going, "So we can shoot 'em!" And with that he set off with the maniac-missus in tow for adventures on the high seas!