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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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"She's my Mama! Give her to me!" Eponine demanded, not at all threatened by Harley (or Mindy)

"Make your own!" Harley snapped and to add some umpf to her threat she reached forward and swiftly tugged the head off the Mindy revealing a pair of scissors she had hidden inside.

Now the doll was a threat.

"Look! Behind you there brat!" She gestured with the pointed cutting tools. "This shop has everything you need to make as many Eva's as you want. I made one so why don't you?" Her voice softened. "See those little hearts there? You make a wish when you put the heart inside your doll and that makes the doll special just for you." She paused and added "greedy frog girl."

Eponine stepped back - not from having scissors pointed at her, but from the sheer brutality of Harley ripping the poor Mindy doll's head off.

"You ought not to do that!" She admonished. "It is a dolly. You ought to love her, not hurt her." Eponine shook her head - what was she saying? She'd have Harley in fits if she carried on. But she couldn't help herself.

"You fill them? With a heart inside? Will you make me an Eva? I do not know how to do such a machine." She picked up the Eva casing she had taken, and held it out to Harley. "Do you think we will be allowed to have them when we go home as well?"

Almost casually Harley tapped the had back onto Mindy and it clicked into place. There must be some kind of a snap involved.

"Well now's as good a time as ever to learn. Sewing is a very useful skill to have especially in the arena. Go on go stuff your dolly over there with that box of fluff. After you get her all filled up you can mess around with the needle and thread."

Harley saw no reason to be nicer to Eponine then she already had been. Eps should consider herself lucky Harley was nice at all.

Eponine shifted from one foot to another, unwilling to turn her back on Harley.

"Are you going to stab me?"

"Only if you bug me." She called back in a sing song voice. "I've helped you out before, you're just an enormous pain in the ass who never learns from her mistakes." She reminded the girl.

"You mean about Orc?" Eponine's back over at Harley at once, storming, standing over her. She's suddenly furious.

"You, Miss, will not blame me for his death. I did NOT mean to get Orc dead."

She waved a hand dismissively as if Eponine was barely a buzzing in her ear.

"No I don't mean about your love. What happened to you was awful, but everything leading up to that was your own fault and instead of trying to better yourself you get into these like...destructive spirals where you do stupid things, get in trouble, cry and get over it."

She casually brought a cookie to her mouth and crunched on it.

"Why, did you tell your boyfriend to come on that mission to rescue whoever?"

Eponine licked her lips. She wanted a biscuit.

"What else am I to do? If I kept on it, I should be shrivelled up and all tears and that is no good... I were rescuing Eva. Trying to. Orc, he insisted to come. I did not want him, but he loved me too much to let me go alone."

"Well did you at least have a plan? Or were you just gonna charge up the front steps like an idiot and hope he was strong enough to elbow his way through?"

As if Harley's plan had been any better.

"I were going to climb the wall. Orc cpuldn't do it." Eponine bristled. She didn't want anyone, Harley least of all, to think that she had thought to sacrifice Orc for her comfort."

Harley waited, watching Eponine and listening for a moment before looking mildly annoyed.

"Was there more to this plan? Or were you just going to climb the wall and walk into the base full of armed guards?"

Because Eponine so far this is a terrible plan.

"I am quiet, Miss. I were going to come through the guards without them knowing, and take their keys before they realise, and then find my Eva and get out." She retaliated hotly.

"HA!" Harley barked with laughter and popped another cookie into her mouth.

"You? Quiet? I haven't seen you shut up since we met! Besides even if you were a ninja that place is so loaded with cameras and motion sensors there's no way a stealth approach could work."

Then again some people had escaped. Who knew what was different between them.

"I can be quiet when it is important. How you think that I steal in Paris?" She shrugged defensively.

"I were desperate. They were going to kill my Mama. That Miss Blackwood says so."

"Well I know a thing or two about desperate." Harley conceded. "But it still wasn't much of a plan. At least I've had enough experience at fighting my way out of prisons that I had half a chance. You had maybe a quarter of a chance."

And that was being generous.

"Yeah?" She was definitely mollified by Harley's assessment. "I really thought we might get away. I am good at getting into places. But Orc is not." She sighed wistfully. "He loved me so." She sat down, apparently intent on joining Harley's tea party. "Might I have a biscuit? Please?"

"Hmm..." Harley studied her face for a moment. "Alright since you said please you may. But I'll give you two if you can name ten things you loved about crumbles the rock pile." She slid the first biscuit over to Eponine on a little plastic pink plate with puppies on it.

Because Harley loved alliteration.

Eponine took the biscuit and began to munch, frowning as she did.

"You ought not to say it of him, you know?" She knows she ought not to answer. But... but she wants a biscuit. But...
She sighs.

She tried to think anyway. "I loved... I loved him saying I was beautiful. And that I was a princess. And that he gave me beer. I loved that he thought - " She blushed bright red. "I am not telling you that. But it is a thing. And... and he were kind. He gave me a dog. I wanted a cat really, but he got me a French dog. And I loved his eyes. They were so tiny, but so kind. And I liked the way his skin felt when I made him happy - I liked him when he was so happy. He made me feel happy to make him so. I loved that he showed me the music box, and his sheep - I loved his sheep. Now -" She held her hand out.

Harley looked decidedly unimpressed and broke the biscuit in half giving Eponine half of it.

"The Beer, the dog, and the sheep were all basically the same thing. You loved how generous he was. Saying you are beautiful AND a princess is kind of the same thing too. You loved that he complimented you. The music box...well actually I dunno what you mean by that but it sounds like it could be precious. The rest of it was actually sweet. So gimmie five more truths about pebbles and you can have the rest."

Because even if you refuse to acknowledge it, Harley would like to make a point about what love is. And love is not just buying you a puppy that you forget about.

"They're not." Eponine pursed her lips. She ought to just throw that stupid plate back at Harley or ram it into her burn and have done. But she did so want another biscuit.

"But you will STOP calling him 'pebbles', yes? He is CHARLES."

"Not to me he's not." Harley waved dismissively barely batting an eyelash. "And the Capitol could care less. So you're not gonna make me respect him any more or less even if he died for you...or because of you."

A little harsh, but it's not like Eponine is her favorite person.

"He didn't die because of me." She looked blank - sounded worse. Those words, they just panicked her. They panicked her completely and absolutely, because... because her words are a lie. He did die because of her, and she doesn't know how to deal with that guilt.

"Do you sometimes worry though? That others might blame you for it?" she passed half of the half of cookie that she still held giving Eponine a quarter of a cookie to continue this head shrinking.

"Did he have anyone else who liked him enough to care? Other then the fans?"

"Do people blame me?" Eponine looked around, as if accusers were going to step out of the shadows and hold her responsible. The poor kid looked absolutely terrified, that sort of empty, shell-shocked kind of terrified that haunts the eyes of those who survive natural disasters or wars. She licked her lips.

"It weren't my fault. It weren't my fault." She shook her head.

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