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Who: Harley Quinn, the build a buddies and you!
What: Harley has set up camp in the build-a-buddy store and is having a little ~~me party~~.Tea party. Stop by and she'll help you make a dolly of your very own! Or she might stab you...this is Harley we're talking about.
Where: The Build-a-buddy workshop on the first floor across from the movie theater.
When: Week 1
Warnings: Well it's Harley Quinn...so let's start there and see what happens.

Harley had always had a fondness for plush toys. In fact back at her room in the district suite there was more stuffed animals then anything else despite her recent addition of a small jungle's worth of plant life to honor her long lost friend Poison Ivy.

So after the scramble at the Cornucopia she'd wandered about in delight exploring the mall only to settle on this store loaded to the gills with plushie parts! Her eyes were wide as she marveled at all the different combinations one could prepare to design your very own plushie based on tributes that were either currently in the mall with her, or past favorites. In a matter of hours she'd made a small army of them and they lined every available shelf and counter.

As the first few days of the arena past she made the little shop more comfortable for herself every day, but the irritating robot janitors of the mall kept trying to put things back where they belonged which included dragging off her lovingly crafted plushies. That simply couldn't do. The latest of these mechanical offenders had been impaled on a broom handle and left outside the store like a warning to it's fellows.

Having cobbled together an outfit appropriate for a tea party complete with white makeup covering her face and black makeup around her eyes and lips, Harley seemed to be taking a break from the usual arena activities of seeking out food or victims and was sitting down at a table with a collection of little dolls that looked eerily like her closest friends and allies. Many were long since dead like a little Diana Prince doll, and at least one was recently dead as the Cinderella doll sat to one side with a lovely little black dress and her own cup of imaginary tea.

"Now now Damian, don't threaten Timmy's girlfriend. There's plenty of cookies to go around!"

And sure enough while the tea was imaginary Harley had collected a platter of cookies from the food court. Each cup had some water in it to help wash down the sweet treats.

Oddly enough, Harley didn't feel the need to barricade the door to her little lair, either she had confidence in her ability to defend herself...or she was being incredibly careless.

She considered it "Inviting".

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"Oh hi!"

Too late.

She sprang from her tiny plastic chair and danced over to him delightedly in her platform boots. "Look who it is! My favorite new straight man! You're still alive yay!" She declared throwing her hands in the air.

Why was that such a surprise? He keeps to himself and no one will bug him. Simple as that. Or at least it should be in his mind. After all, why should anyone bother with the quiet guy who doesn't even say one word to them? The answer is that they shouldn't. It would just be a waste of time for both Krebs and them.

"I suppose I am."

"Well we're still in the first week so don't lose hope. I'm sure someone very special will try to kill you when the food runs out...if it runs out. How nice of those Avox to keep bringing us snackies." She declared skipping back over to her table.

"Well don't just stand there being as boring as you are handsome, why don't we get started! This place is all about plushies so we should make you one. Do you have any friends? Lovers? People who think you're slightly more interesting then topsoil?"

Well he hopes no one would try to kill him! That would be very rude, and of a douche bag thing to do. Which was why he was keeping to himself. The less people he encounters, the better. Or at least that was his thinking. No telling when they might decide to stop bringing that food.

"Can't say I do. No" he really doesn't have anybody that fit in her descriptions.

"What a surprise." Harley remarked dryly. She studied him up and down as she tried to suss out who would be a good match for him.

"Alright well what's your type then? Everyone has a time even accountants." She paused and added "And if you say Comic sans I swear I will brain you with my little plastic chair." She mock threated shaking a glove clad fist.

And he studied her back, waiting for an opportunity to leave. He wasn't exactly in the mood, or had the time to, be doing this right now. Which is to say, he doesn't want to entertain a clown. The clown should be entertaining him. There is no other reasoning beyond that.

"My type?" He looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a second before shaking his head. "I like nice girls." Girls who are calm, quiet and enjoy simple things as well.

"HA!" She barked out a laugh and held her hand to her lips as if she was a polite woman who had just let out a burp.

"I mean...of course who doesn't want one of those. Someone nice a peaceful who won't threaten you or force you to think outside of your box." She teased moving over to shelves upon shelves of the most basic stuffed animal components, starting with the bodies that hung limp and empty. Plucking a black haired one from the wall she threw it at him.

"Well get over here and stuff it full of fluff. I'm not gonna do it for you that takes the fun out of it.

Somehow he gets the feeling that was an attempt to mock him, and it didn't work. If he cared about what other people thought thus far too much, then he would have put a gun to his head a long time ago.

"Well that's the thought behind it." That and more, of course. He likes to keep things simple now a days. Deftly, he caught the doll in hand.

"Stuff it with what?"

She gestured gracefully like she was on a game show. To the left of the racks with empty doll carcases were bins full of stuffing, little red hearts, boxes to record messages and so on. Next to them were clothing racks with tiny doll outfits.

"Build-a-buddy." She explained "Don't forget to make a wish when you put the heart in!"

Krebs just stared for a moment or two. Was she serious? This had to be a trick. Why in the world she want him to stuff a doll so much?

"...If i do this, will you leave me alone?"

"Very likely." She confirmed "Besides what have you got to lose? It's not like you're in a hurry to go anywhere right?" She teased him and took her seat back at the table with her party guests.

"Besides, need I remind you? You crashed my party! You should be lucky I didn't stab you."

"...That's all I ask."

He doesn't wish for trouble, he doesn't wish to deal with trouble. Most certainly not now. Besides, who knows what a doll could be useful for? Waste not, want not and all of that. So he just does as she wants him to. Moving over to the machine and looking it over to figure out how to use it.

It seemed like a fairly simple process, designed for children. Once he had chosen an empty doll skin he could take it over to the area with stuffing. There was some kind of tube for the stuffing to come out but an excess pile of it was already under the tube like fluffy snow. In the bin next to that were some little fabric hearts and the cheerful words "Make a wish!" written on a card over them.

Next to that station was a sewing machine which might prove more difficult to manage without assistance, or he could go for the old needle and thread method. Most of Harley's dolls seemed haphazardly stitched in the back.

Harley was watching him like a hawk while she balanced idly on a rubber ball that she'd rolled out from behind the counter. Her only distraction came when a roomba attempted to steal one of her dolls and she chased after it shouting profanity.

Fun for all ages.

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