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maskormenacelogs2018-09-10 09:25 pm
itistolaugh) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-09-10 09:25 pm
[ Open ]
WHO: Harley Quinn and OPEN to all y'all
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, or, like, wherever
WHEN: September
WHAT: Therapy and drinking, hurray! Not at the same time. Maybe at the same time.
WARNINGS: None, will updated if needed
Work
[ Harley is habitually late to work, but when she does get there her office door is left open between appointments (and naps). Patients are welcomed with their preferred drink -- nonalcoholic, of course. But if they want to ask for a little extra something, who is she to judge? A shot of tequila can be just as medicinal as a hot cup of tea, right? That sounds like a science thing. Coworkers are free to wander in throughout the day. Y'all know she has the comfiest couch and the good snacks hidden away in her filing cabinet, and she's the last person to fuss over bailing on work responsibilities. ]
Play
[ Most evenings find Harley at the Iceberg Lounge, playing pretend at competent business management. In truth, the staff are so used to the club changing hands as owners port out that manage themselves quite well and Harley's actual responsibilities come down to looking pretty and occasionally signing off on things.
She took to hostess duties easily enough, and it's easy to spot her preferred sparkly red dresses in the dark, cool tones of the decor as she flits around chatting up patrons and doing "quality control" at the bar. Rumor has it she'll comp your drink if you can make her laugh. ]
(( Feel free to PM me to set up a thread for your character, or write a wildcard starter of your own. ))
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, or, like, wherever
WHEN: September
WHAT: Therapy and drinking, hurray! Not at the same time. Maybe at the same time.
WARNINGS: None, will updated if needed
Work
[ Harley is habitually late to work, but when she does get there her office door is left open between appointments (and naps). Patients are welcomed with their preferred drink -- nonalcoholic, of course. But if they want to ask for a little extra something, who is she to judge? A shot of tequila can be just as medicinal as a hot cup of tea, right? That sounds like a science thing. Coworkers are free to wander in throughout the day. Y'all know she has the comfiest couch and the good snacks hidden away in her filing cabinet, and she's the last person to fuss over bailing on work responsibilities. ]
Play
[ Most evenings find Harley at the Iceberg Lounge, playing pretend at competent business management. In truth, the staff are so used to the club changing hands as owners port out that manage themselves quite well and Harley's actual responsibilities come down to looking pretty and occasionally signing off on things.
She took to hostess duties easily enough, and it's easy to spot her preferred sparkly red dresses in the dark, cool tones of the decor as she flits around chatting up patrons and doing "quality control" at the bar. Rumor has it she'll comp your drink if you can make her laugh. ]
(( Feel free to PM me to set up a thread for your character, or write a wildcard starter of your own. ))
Iceburg Lounge
Once inside, he made his way to the bar to order a drink. The quality of a club often relied or failed on booze.
Looking to the woman in the eye-catching dress, he waved her over.]
Your best merlot.
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Harley saw him too late to avoid being noticed, as if going unnoticeable was even possible, and considers the merits of running for it before remembering she hasn't actually done anything wrong. The club is hers fair and square and it isn't even a little bit burned down or exploded or anything. She just hopes he doesn't take it all away.
She slips behind the bar and pours his glass of wine. ]
What do you think? We just finished renovations last month.
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He accepts the wine from the well-dressed and stand out young lady who had decided to play at bartender for him. He raises it in salute and takes a healthy drink of it before replying to her question.]
It's a fine establishment. Best I've seen since I arrived. Everyone who has spoken so highly of it has certainly not been exaggerating.
[He let himself look it over more thoroughly while she watched, mostly as a show of effort rather than any real need to.]
It's odd for me to say this on my first visit to a club... but it feels rather like coming home.
[Which, despite the oddities and discomfort, was the truth. Everything about the place, from the stools, to the lighting, to the details of the crown molding, were all choices he could see himself having made had he been the one to create the place.
Os turned back to the woman.]
But I'm sure you get that all the time. From those trying to weasel their way out of paying their tabs. Not an issue you'll have with me, ma'dam. I assure you.
teh berg
He's doing some quality control of his own, sat at the bar and downing shot after shot of the various whiskeys, brandies and other liquors on offer while chatting loudly to one of the bartenders about reptilian conspiracies while they only half listen. It's a bit of an odd sight, to have a loud, tattooed Irishman drinking booze like it's water, dressed like he just got dragged backwards through a thrift store (although he's got a very fancy shirt and old denim jacket on) but it's not even the weirdest thing to happen in this world on a day to day basis.]
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Sorry about that, he uh -- [ She can't just say "your conspiracy talk was too much and he had to run away" to a customer's face, right? ] -- has the shits.
[ She raises a brow at his collection of empty glasses. ]
Jeez oh man, are you working your way through our entire inventory?
idk what happened to that formatting
I'm Cassidy. Alright there, love? [Reaching over the bar to offer out a hand and a roguish smile.]
play
[anyway, onto business.]
Y'got a moment?
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[ She immediately goes for the hug, but her grin drops into a worried and puzzled expression. ]
You know you're in Maurtia Falls, right?
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[it's going... alright. he's only been yelled at a few times and punched once.]