Cleptophobia

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[outside of the library]

My personal copy of Ulysses has gone missing from the library. Has anyone happened to see it? It has some sentimental value.

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[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head from side to side.] There might be a mallet...

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[holding his scythe out to get a feel for the balance of it]

[he missed you, scythe!]

I'll wait for you in this room. Knock three times to be let back in. And if you can find Eddie while you're out, we can all go visit Dr Arkham for a surprise session.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She salutes and backflips out, cartwheeling for a bit and just generally showing off her gymnastics to the universe, because she's in a great mood now. She skips the rest of the way to the kitchen and throws open the drawers and digs around.

She manages to find a nice, heavy mallet. She's not much for sharp weapons so she ignores those. Weapon acquired, there's only one thing left to find.

Harley swings the mallet idly as she walks, one hand cupping her mouth. She calls out.] Eddie!! Eddiiiiie! Ollie ollie oxen free!

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie has currently been enjoying his new life as a Chevalier/vampire. Since he's drunk his fill of blood for now, and does intend to keep a low profile, this mostly means being extremely pleased with himself about the amazing sex.

He grins when he hears his name being called out, and by Harley no less] If it isn't Mrs. Quinzel. [As he approaches, he eyes the mallet] Not planning on turning on a dear old friend, are you?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She beams at him and doesn't even take his question into account as he bounds up and throws her arms around his neck. Luckily, the mallet is held aside for this, so no harm done.]

Eddie! Of course not. I'd hafta get a bigger mallet for your head. Nah, listen, Professor's gotta game for us. Wanna play?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie always knew he was a chick magnet. The idea of Crane suggesting a game dos peak his interest, though] And what sort of game would that be?

A real barn burner, I hope.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.] There might be something burnin', yeah. We wanna brighten up Jerry's day, anyway. Professor shined up his scythe.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

And how could I turn down an offer like that? Just lead the way, Harleyquins.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She throws her arms up.] Yaaaay! [She backflips over, righting herself and walking happily back to the ballroom, twirling her mallet as she does.] 'Cause we gotta get me merged with ya both or else I can't have playtime with ya. Professor thought bondin' would be good.

[She stops outside the ballroom doors and knocks three times.] Knock knock!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[identifying the voice immediately, but who is he not to let the joke happen?]

Who's there?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[He could stay quiet, but how could Eddie pass up a chance like this?] Sara.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley likes a good bit of improv, so she brightens up, bouncing on her heels in excitement. She feels that Crane should get to answer, though, since he's behind the door.

Traditions, you know.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Sara who?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie is thrilled he finally gets to use this joke] Sara doctor in the house?