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[What's this? A Harley post? Yeah I know. But here she is, standing outside one of the outdoor bathing areas. She figures this is a good place to corner- I mean talk to people. She's in costume, except with the added bonus of a ringmaster's top hat settled on her head, the handles of her usual hat drooped down and tucked back like braids. She cracks a whip and stands tall.

Her love ring is positively glowing as she grins widely and bows.]

Hurry, hurry, step right up and don't be shy! [She waves the whip.] Welcome to a special presentation of A Harlequin Romance! Don'tcha just wish ya could meet your sweetiepie? Someone to call your main squeeze? Can't ya just see'em in your dreams? Well, now thanks to my special super duper secret method, ya can do more than just see'em! Just a few seconds of your time will give you an eternity of love.

If you'll all just step right over here, I'll find the perfect gal or guy to keep ya warm for the rest of your lives, however short that might be. [She giggles.]

((ooc: Basic idea is thus! Harley is a biiiit overpowered by her love ring at the moment and has decided she wants to play super matchmaker deluxe. It's up to you guys what actually happens. Just illusions, of course, but the person is up to you. It could be their actual ~one true love~ or completely wrong! Not like she's controlling it well right now. And she's going to be trying to...forcefully convert you to the side of love through zapping, so just a warning on that, too. Have fun!))

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...Harleen.

[and his shield of fear is ALREADY up, so don't even try it]

[She frolics up to him and leans close.] Well heyas, Professor, how about a lil' lesson in love?

[giving his best grin of psychopathy as he uses his ring to slip into his Scarecrow clothes] You know I much prefer terror on my curricula. Why don't you let the professor do the teaching, Ms Quinzel?

[She grins right back and holds up her hand as if offering it for a kiss, except the ring glows brighter then. She cracks the whip.] Ladies first! [And have a nice love beam - VENUS LOVE CHAIN ENCIRCLE!!!]

[no thank you, a burst of crow feathers will be dispelling THAT.]

Age before beauty, Harleen.

[FEAR THE REAPER! Awesome scythe-shaped beams of FEAAAAAAAAR]

[Harley, being her agile self, backflips through them and lands on her hands, legs spread in the air.]

Aw, c'mon, Professor. Don't tell me you're gettin' cold feet on our special day?

[side-slash scythe of terror!!!!!! Wish that could've been alliterated.]

If you're looking for love and cold feet, you should talk to Victor.

[A cut across her arm appears but she just grins.]

Nah, he may freeze up at the alter but he melts at a tug on his heartstrings.

[She puts on a burst of speed as she leaps into the air, hovering for a moment as she launches more love bombs.]

Harleen, I never knew you played. [darting up through the air while dodging to try to snatch her hat]