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maskormenacelogs2017-11-07 03:16 pm
itistolaugh) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-11-07 03:16 pm
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WHO: Harley Quinn, Jonathan Crane, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma
WHERE: Crane and Harley's home, De Chima
WHEN: 11/7, dinnertime
WHAT: FAMILY REUNION!
WARNINGS: frank discussion of violent crime, murder, etc.
[ Harley is not a world class chef by any means, but growing up in a busy family and taking care of all the domestics for a criminal empire of varying size taught her how to throw a meal together and make a place look decent for company all at the last minute. She pulls a couple bottles of nice wine from Crane's "just for looks" collection that she knows her Penguin would approve of, makes a leftover roast look like a brand new meal, and even makes an effort to dress fancy (her nice booty shorts with the high waist and minimum sparkle, and a soft blouse).
Crane's pretentious academic aesthetic really classes the joint up, now that she is around to make sure things get tidied up and dusted from time to time, but the appearance of a nice happy home is ruined the second the doorbell rings. The hyenas and crows erupt in a cacophony -- ha! cawcawphony! -- of whooping laughter and bird screams. She has to open the door at an awkward angle, bodily blocking the hyenas from rushing out and attacking their guests and wielding a cow femur above her head to try and redirect the babies' attention. ]
Hi! Just gimme one sec here! The babies chewed through their kennel so I gotta take care of this real quick.
[ She hurls the femur to the other end of the hall and the hyenas follow with a cackle. Crows perch around them, waiting for a chance to steal a bit of marrow. Satisfied that this is basically safe enough, she opens the door fully and grins. ]
Come on in! It's really nice to see you. Meet you.
WHERE: Crane and Harley's home, De Chima
WHEN: 11/7, dinnertime
WHAT: FAMILY REUNION!
WARNINGS: frank discussion of violent crime, murder, etc.
[ Harley is not a world class chef by any means, but growing up in a busy family and taking care of all the domestics for a criminal empire of varying size taught her how to throw a meal together and make a place look decent for company all at the last minute. She pulls a couple bottles of nice wine from Crane's "just for looks" collection that she knows her Penguin would approve of, makes a leftover roast look like a brand new meal, and even makes an effort to dress fancy (her nice booty shorts with the high waist and minimum sparkle, and a soft blouse).
Crane's pretentious academic aesthetic really classes the joint up, now that she is around to make sure things get tidied up and dusted from time to time, but the appearance of a nice happy home is ruined the second the doorbell rings. The hyenas and crows erupt in a cacophony -- ha! cawcawphony! -- of whooping laughter and bird screams. She has to open the door at an awkward angle, bodily blocking the hyenas from rushing out and attacking their guests and wielding a cow femur above her head to try and redirect the babies' attention. ]
Hi! Just gimme one sec here! The babies chewed through their kennel so I gotta take care of this real quick.
[ She hurls the femur to the other end of the hall and the hyenas follow with a cackle. Crows perch around them, waiting for a chance to steal a bit of marrow. Satisfied that this is basically safe enough, she opens the door fully and grins. ]
Come on in! It's really nice to see you. Meet you.