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Do ya need a break from modern livin'? Do ya long to shed your weary load?

Who: Harley Quinn, a fully gassed up car, some explosive plush toys and YOU! Open to all~
What: part1: Harley has booby trapped some plush toys to explode
part2: This crazy bitch is driving a luxury SUV around the mall.
Where: All over the mall
When: All of Week 2
Warnings: People ~~might~~ get hurt

Part A

It's innocent looking enough. A cute plush doll laying discarded on the floor. Interestingly enough it's someone you're fond of!

Lurking nearby, perhaps in a trashcan or a planter or behind that display case is Harley Quinn, still in her clown makeup and dress and waiting...juuuust waiting for you.

She's been watching you, waiting for the right moment to cast out this bait. A long thin fishing line leads from her glove clad fingers to the doll itself, almost invisible to the naked eye. And inside that doll the fishing line is tied to the pin of one of her grenades.

Will you pick up the bait? Will you survive the blast? May the odds be ever in your favor~

Part B

It starts around lunchtime when the fresh food has been resupplied in the food court area. The squealing of tires and the roaring of an engine are not your only warning that something is coming...but it's a good start.

Aside from the occasional crash of a bench or a sign being smashed into there is music blaring out from the open windows of the Luxury SUV that Harley has helped herself to.

Occasionally doing doughnuts, occasionally driving backwards she starts on the third floor Harley has learned that if she drives at full speed she can jump the cushy vehicle from one floor down to the one below it with only some minor bruising. She also learned with delight that no matter how badly she wrecks the thing...it reappears the next day.

And so...every day this week Harley will be returning to take the SUV from it's pedestal and resume her rampage. Does anyone dare stop this madwoman?

Does anyone want to join her?

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The way it made Elsa feel when Harley kissed her hand like that was... strange, in the sense she couldn't quite tell how she felt about it. She could overlook being called sexy earlier, but mostly because that wasn't a term of endearment she was familiar with, so it didn't quite hold the same implications as this did. But having her hand kissed like that? It was very much something a man would do, not... a woman. It doesn't bother her; she had a very open mind after being exposed to so much, but it...

Made her heart ache a little, in a way that she didn't think it would. When she pulled her hand back, it fell into her lap and absentmindedly, her fingers traced over the spot. It was silly, she thought, to be so effected by it. It was just a kind gesture, one that didn't hold quite the same meaning in this place that it would back home. It shouldn't make her feel any sort of ache, or any sort of confusion.

"You're too kind," she said, a little delayed as she pulled herself out of her thoughts, giving Harley a smile. When she turned to look in the back seat though, her smile grew wider. "They're precious!" she said, her voice more sincere. "I love them- where did you find them?"

Harley's lip twitched into a curled smile and she made another sharp turn pulling the SUV up alongside the railing on Elsa's side.

"See that shop down there past the ice rink? Yeah down there. That's the Build-a-buddy workshop where you can make your own plushies of any of the tributes." She explained cheerfully.

"I've been camping out there but I can't leave my babies behind. Those little roomba robots steal them if you leave them alone for long."

Elsa looked where Harley was gesturing, briefly catching a glimpse as the car moved. You would think she would be alarmed at the sharp turn, but it only made her feel... good. Exhilarated. Harley had a good way of bringing out the daredevil in her, it seemed. Or maybe it was just always there, and Harley was the only one who put her in the position to embrace it. "Oh, that sounds like a fun time!" she said, and she couldn't help but feel flattered that Harley would make dolls of her and her sister. It just felt good to know she was on Harley's mind like that.

"Anna and I haven't really found a good place to camp out," she said. "We just make our way from store to store."

After a moment, she added, "Can this thing go faster?"

"Well you're welcome in my little corner any time." She promised and when Elsa asked she grinned wickedly.

"Hold onto your title your majesty~" she cheered and lay on the gas. The engine roared as it began to creep faster and faster, turning the windows, signs and displays around them into colorful blurs. The needle on the dashboard was inching higher up the speedometer.

Despite her erratic nature, Harley was highly experienced with reckless driving and knew just how fast she could push the thing before turns would become impossible.

Given the fact that her title isn't a literal construct, Elsa has no choice but to grab onto the oh shit bar instead. It's not that she's scared, but she does value her safety even if she doesn't feel in particular danger. The truth is, her heart is hammering in the best way possible and it's exciting. After a few moments, the adrenaline becomes too much and as they take a turn fairly sharply, Elsa lets out an excited "Woo!"

She feels a little silly for it, but some things just can't be helped.

Harley cheered even louder as her tribute began feeling the glee and excitement if speed and danger. Another sharp turn and the side swiped a stand sending sunglasses scattering everywhere. With sharp reflexes Harley snagged a pair as they flew outside her open window before passing them to Elsa.

"You know one of the best parts about this nightmare?" Harley called over the radios music.

With a wink she explained before Elsa could ask "you're getting more confident every day and it suits you. You 're no stuffy stuck up royal. You are a brave a strong leader with a warm and toasty heart. If it weren't for you I woulda lost instead of becoming a mentor ya know?"

Elsa is practically gleeful as Harley somehow manages to snag a pair of the sunglasses and passes them over to her. She shoves them on her face quickly, feeling like Dave instantly. She smiles fondly as she remembers the day she tried them on in the arena, and it's a lot like that. Oh, if only Dave could see her now. She feels so...

Cool, pun absolutely intended.

"Hmm?" she asks thoughtfully, looking out of the window as everything zooms by. A part of her can't help, even before Harley speaks, think of how... different everything is, compared to back home. If you'd asked her if she would ever do something like this six months ago, the answer would be no. Absolutely not. Never. And look at her now, doing it and enjoying it. Whether it's because she's truly changed, simply doing something reckless because of all the stress, or just because she's always had it in her, she isn't sure. But what she does know is that it's just exciting, and she can't imagine ever being the stuffy old queen that wouldn't do something like this.

So as Harley voices her thoughts, she can't help but grin. "Harley, I think you're right," she says, sticking her hand out of the open window to feel the wind rushing past. She can't even bring herself to feel upset about the mention of her sacrifice. "Some people are worth dying for," she calls over the roar of the music. "And you've helped me so much, Harley, I... it came naturally to me."

She truly does have Harley to thank for playing a part in her change. Without her, she doesn't know where she would be.

Harley threw her head back with a cheery laugh.

"So for all the horrible things the Capitol has done, at least they brought us together. It's the least we can do to give em a good show while we figure out how to save everyone else we care about!"

And to that note Harley had turned once more sharply and was pointed to the middle of the mall. Elsa could see where the railing had been smashed clean off and there was a suspiciously SUV shaped gap which they were now racing for. They were on the third floor and at the bottom was an ice rink.

Harley's grin stretched from ear to ear though as she put the pedal to the floor and the SUV began to pick up speed.

"Ready to try defying gravity?" Harley called gleefully in an unintentional reference to something else entirely.

Elsa feels that way a lot. For all of the awful in the Capitol, she can't deny that she's met some truly amazing people because of them. Even if she could change the past, she doesn't think she would ever be able to bring herself to do it if it meant not knowing the people she's met. "Absolutely," she says with an enthusiastic nod.

It's when Harley asks that question and she catches sight of what Harley means that she suddenly feels her stomach clench in nervousness. It's that sort of excited nervous where you're torn between backing out of something and just throwing yourself at it, and honestly Elsa is at the point where she's leaning towards going for it.

So with a deep breath, she gives Harley a nod.

"Go for it."

Harley's manic grin flashed once more and she pumped a fist into the air out the window letting out a scream of delight.

The moment the front of the car had gone over the edge they would feel the clashing of gravity vs. momentum. Harley's stomach lurched and flipped churning with flutters and adrenaline. The view of the third floor flew above them as they soared through the air.

The second floor was rising to meet them fast, and if Elsa still had her eyes open she could see the gap Harley was aiming for. The impact was jarring as they hit hard enough for the squealing of tires, the crunching of tiles and groaning of the SUV's suspension.

The car twisted and flipped around coming to a sliding stop inches away from the wall.

Elsa can't help it; she screams. But it's not completely a scream of fear, oh no. There's excitement and joy in it as well, and she keeps her eyes open all the while even as she holds onto whatever she can for dear life. When they hit the ground, she's quite sure that a few spots of her are going to be bruised.

But all things considered, that was the most exciting thing she's ever experienced.

Elsa is breathing heavily when they finally come to a stop, her eyes wide and body shaking. All of a sudden, she's bursting out laughing and offering no explanation as to why- maybe she doesn't even know, but it's certainly the built up adrenaline having a lot to do with it.

Harley is laughing too and she shifts the vehicle into park before falling onto Elsa wrapping an arm around her in a hug.

"What a rush!" She whooped "You wanna turn? There's still one more floor between us and the ground." she teased before winking playfully. "Or we could take this date to the movie theater. the shows are lousy but we can make fun of them at least."

As Harley hugs her, for some reason all Elsa can really think of in that moment is how close they are, and it's honestly a little distracting. It's not often, or ever, that she's in a position like this with anyone other than someone she's extremely close to, in the family sense. She's close to Harley, of course, but she doesn't quite see her like a sister the way she does someone like, say, Dave. So it's...

Different.

And it takes a moment for Elsa to register what Harley said. "Wh- oh... Oh, sure. I mean, I think- a movie would be lovely."

"Heh heh, don't say that till we find out what's playing. Remember the Capitol loves it's mental and emotional torture.

Then without further provocation, without even a warning! Harley drew closer pressing her lips to Elsa's.

The older woman's lips were warm and softer then the black lipstick would suggest. There's a hot of sugar cookies and the scent of cotton candy.

A drawn out kiss, to the tune of polka music.

Elsa didn't see it coming, she truly didn't. Off and on, she'd been getting briefly flustered, but she'd never really thought more about it. Harley had always been friendly and affectionate, dropping little comments that made Elsa feel flustered yet good. But she didn't see it coming, regardless of any of those things.

But despite that, after freezing up completely for a long moment, Elsa found herself leaning into it, if out of some basic instinct more than anything else. For so long, she had wondered what it would be like to have her first kiss and- well, this wasn't how she had expected it to go. Especially because in her mind, it had always been with a man. Never a woman.

Dave's voice, however, rang in her mind. You deserve some you time. And she couldn't deny that she didn't like the way it felt, because it felt amazing. Harley's lips were so soft and so warm, she could never have imagined that a kiss could make her feel this way. It was... better than she expected. So was it really wrong to enjoy it? More than anything, though, she couldn't help but feel like it was out of character. There was a difference between enjoying a car ride, and then kissing someone.

She didn't know what to do, and it scared her. Maybe it was the fact that she'd fell so hard for Hans, only to have it ripped away so quickly. Now that she'd experienced what she'd missed, she felt anxiety gripping at her. This could go so wrong, in so many ways. She liked it, but it scared her at the same time.

Before she could really think, Elsa pulled away. Her cheeks were red, and she found herself stuttering, trying to get something out. "H-Harley, I-" What? She didn't know, really, but she felt like she had to say something. Elsa couldn't help but feel frustrated, too. There she had an opportunity to enjoy herself, to experience something new, to take Dave's advice and- and there she was, running away from it, because she was scared.

No.

The thought hit her so hard and so fast. No. She wouldn't let herself run away from this, not for the reasons that she had. It wasn't that she didn't like it, it was fear. And for so long, she'd let fear consume her and dictate everything. She wouldn't let it anymore. She was done being ruled by fear, and she would be damned if she would allow an experience with one person prevent her from feeling something like this. From feeling human, when for so long she had felt like a monster.

Without another thought, she pressed back in and kissed Harley right on the lips.

To be honest? Harley hadn't expected that.

She expected Elsa pulling back, flustered and embarrassed. She even started to try calming her down.

"Aw Elsa don't worry-"

But before she could continue Elsa was kissing her back making her eyes go wide with surprise, before they relaxed and her mouth curled into a smile.

She kissed back letting her long arms slide around Elsa drawing her into an embrace. The warmth from her lips and arms radiated against Elsa and the polka music seemed to fade away while they shared this tender, thrilling, giddy moment.

Adrenaline always made kissing better. This was a proven fact in Harley's life.

Sure the girl was a little young, but that made it even more fun in Harley's opinion. An immature yet mature older woman drawing a younger inexperienced Queen into her arms, breast to breast and lips to lips.

And somewhere there was a bit of exhibitionism in it too knowing that somewhere a camera was catching all of this and the entire Capitol would be talking about it soon.

Harley Quinn not expecting something must have truly meant that Elsa caught the woman off guard. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn't believe it was happening either. But it felt amazing to do, like she had really broken through some sort of barrier and was finally doing something for herself, even if it was crazy. Reckless. Possibly stupid. And did she mention crazy? Or maybe she was just so sheltered that she couldn't help but find something like this to be all of those things. Maybe it was normal. Maybe she was crazy for finding it crazy.

As Harley's arms pulled her closer, Elsa found herself complying, letting herself press against Harley. It was so strange, hugging someone like this. All of her hugs were usually pretty platonic, so to be kissing someone like that while hugging them was definitely not something she was used to- but again, it wasn't bad. At all.

So she let her own hands move to Harley's sides, before tentatively letting her arms wrap around her, too. Her heart was racing but it was starting to be in the excited way, instead of the nervous way. After a moment, she let out a small, happy sort of sigh against Harley's lips, not even thinking about the fact that the Capitol was watching. For one blissful moment, she'd forgotten they were on camera and that everyone in the world was privy to what was going on in her life.

Harley ran her fingers along Elsa's spine slowly, shifting the kiss gently so she could suckle on the royal girl's lower lip, givving it a teasing nibble before pulling back and smiling. Her wild, excited eyes were focused on Elsa's.

"Mmm~ Now that? That's even more fun!" She declared shamelessly.

A soft grunt escaped Elsa her as Harley nibbled at her lip, but she definitely wasn't against it. If anything, it just left her lip tingling and made her quietly wish Harley might do it again- but then Harley broke it and suddenly they were back on earth and they were in a car with the music playing loudly. Everything was real again.

At Harley's question, she reached out and patted around for the volume control before giving it a twist so that she could turn it all but down. "U-Um... what usually comes next?" she asked, trying not to run away now that everything was real. Her fight or flight senses were in gear and she was trying very hard not to fly.

She was just very, very new to this.

Harley offered a coy giggle.

"Well we can do some more kissing." She offered bringing a hand up to stroke Elsa's face once more. "We can go further then that even. Or we can go back to mayhem or the movies." Her fingers traced along Elsa's jawbone to her ear and along the edge of it.

"It's all about having fun. Excitment. Raw powerful emotion."

Elsa's eyes widen just a little when Harley goes on, mentioning the possibility of more, and as bold as she's been, that scares her as much as it makes her curious. But she knows she isn't ready for anything like that, not now. It leaves her a little more flustered than she already is. At the same time, she isn't sure if she's particularly in the mood for more mayhem at this point.

"Let's try a movie," she says after a moment, giving Harley a sheepish smile. "I think that would be fun."

"Good call your highness!" Harley approved and tried to car engine. It sputtered and groaned, refusing to roll over. The bubbly blond sighed and shrugged.

"Guess we're walking. It's alright, we can hold hands it'll be cute just like you." She declared unlocking the doors and undoing her seatbelt.

"And at the theater? Some snuggling I think." She added cheerfully.

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If you don't mind, we can wrap it up next tag and say they watched movies and held hands!

Sounds wonderful :)