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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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"No... he loved me." She covered her face with her hands, pressing them into the brand, momentarily forgetting that she had one. But the pain made her wimper and pull away. She held her hands in front of her face, visibly shaking. The biscuit lay on the floor, forgotten.

"Do you think he loved me? He loved me more, I think."

"Oh I'm sure he did." Harley offered reaching over to gently pat a gloved hand on Eponine's head. "Teenagers fall in love and they fall hard. So all that's left is to ask yourself how you can be better to honor him and the sacrifice he made. How can you learn from all the mistakes you made with this starter relationship?"

"He has a memorial, you know? On the roof - but if you were in prison... well, a man, he's called Neal - you know, he wishes to be my friend? Even still? - well, he draws a picture of Orc for me, and I put it on my special rock. What else am I to do? I have asked that Cyrus to get his body back for me - he promises to try, but PAH! These Capitol people think we are stupid. He says it to be rid of me. God, I hate him. I hate them all." She flinched away from Harley's hand.

"Well then the best thing you can do is keep trying." Harley mused returning to her cookies with a satisfied looking crunch. "And have fun. They don't want you to have fun they want you to be miserable and broken. They want you so beaten down you stop resisting and turn into a monster. But so long as you keep your spirits up then someday this will all come out on top."

At least that's what kept Harley going. Unfounded optimism and heaps of denial.

"You think?" Eponine reached to take a biscuit. Perhaps it would be ok now that Harley seemed a bit friendlier? "I hope that is so, for though I cry a lot, I am not broken. You know? I cry, and they take every one of my friends, but here I am still. I am tired, and I am wicked, but I am these things already. And I cannot be so bad as the Capitol, can I? As that President Snow?"

She'll allow it for now but don't cross her again Eponine.

"Oh you've got a LONG way to go before you get that far. If you really want my advice you just go out there and try to be the princess that Orc thought you were. If you need advice on how go ask Elsa and Anna what real princesses are supposed to do. They're good kids."

Harley was apprehensive at best about letting Eponine anywhere near people she actually liked but who knew? Maybe Elsa and Anna would be a good influence on her.

Eponine shakes her head, sadly. "Elsa hates me. So Princess Anna does too. I'm no princess, not even a lady. I'm just a bit of dirt who spits on them when they wrong me. I wish I were though... that Dave, he might have truly loved me if I looked like Queen Elsa. He loves her. He went off with her. He chose her and not me in the end. Same as always." Eponine snorts a silent snort of contemptuous, unhappy laughter. She regrets all of that. She had just been so, so desperate to rid herself of some of the guilt she felt as well.

Harley's previously soft face turned stoney.

"One: What did you do to make them hate you? And Two: It's not about looks you vanity obsessed charity case. It's about your heart and spirit."

Depending on how Eponine answered things could take a sharp turn very fast now.

"I told you. I spat on Elsa. She took Dave's side when I say that he is as much guilty as I am." Eponine sulks.

"She hates me anyway, for me teaching Princess Anna to pick a pocket. And I am NOT a charity case!" She knows it's the wrong answer.

Her eyes went wide with surprise "You were being literal? Like you ACTUALLY spat on her just because you're an idiot who blames other people for your problems?" She put her face in her hands and groaned.

"Every time I start to have hope for you, you do something stupid and childish like that. I mean I'm all for being mature but come ON! You make me look like a doctor or something!"

Oh sweet irony.

The pick pocketing she would over look of course but she shot a very dry look at Eponine's direction.

"For all your supposed intelligence and skill, you never get anything done without help from someone else usually taking pity on you. Including me for some idiotic reason."

"Who has taken pity on me ?" Eponine retorts, indignantly. "Not one person. That Elsa warns me away, and Dave drops me. Nobody helps me or pities me. And I CAN look for me. I have not been caught once by these people. So you shut up!"

"ME!" Harley practically screamed rising up on her heels. "I've taken pity on you! And your mother figure! And probably at some point Orc! And I'm sure if you really thought about the people who have been nice to you since you've been here? A bunch of them came around when you were feeling miserably sad or distressed! And the fact that you can't recognize that makes you even more selfish and self centered then I thought."

Oh.

"I thought you meant here - now. But- but, you? Take pity? Is that why you dressed me so and led me out? I shan't never forgive that .and Eva - orc. - no !" She shook her head, horrified.

"Only pity? I thought Mama loved me, not pitied me. I shan't have pity."

"How about in the alley when you were sick huh? Or just now with the cookies?" Harley glared fiercely despite Eponine's apparent disinterest.

"Someone can pity you and love you at the same time. If you don't want to be pitied then stop doing pitiful things."

"They're not pitiful." Eponine sighed though. She could see that Harley was not going to let her win this argument.

"I would rather just the love. No pity. Just love. Eva just loves me. I know it."

"Then make your doll, and get back out there to prove to Eva she's not wasting her love on someone who's just gonna get killed doing something stupid that she should know better about." Harley declared with a rallying cry.

"Let the old Eponine die right here and now and make yourself a new Eponine. One you can actually be proud of."

"You can even give her a new name, something flashy. Like when I want to have fun I stop being Harleen Quinzel and I go out as Harley Quinn. Ya get it?"

Yes Harley is sort-of suggesting you create a superhero or villain persona Eponine. Make of it what you will.

Fun for all ages.

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