[log] Three crazy people walk into a boneyard... [closed]

[harlequinofhate]

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Magenta Magenta
Location: Buildings 257 and 264
Date: Evening, Days 298 and 299
Summary: The Terrible Trio finds some human remains and some warnings to not disturb the dead. They decide to ignore those warnings.
Warnings: Human remains and the clowns in one log.



Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”

Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”

He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.

Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
-Walter de la Mare

Comments

[himalayanyeti]

[Bodies don't faze Magenta in the slightest: in his line of work, it would be nearly impossible to have a discomfort about the dead. Even so, something about these bodies...well, to put it mildly, it's unsettling, and to put it less mildly, the sigils marking the bodies make him more nauseous than even the general aura of the place. He could put some genuine thought as to why that's the case, or he could just spend his time turning each of the exposed heads face-down, quite literally.

This is what he can be found doing when he's not skulking behind the other two: picking around the rot and remains with his handkerchief clasped to his nose to catch the thin trickle of blood, kicking over whatever he can find. It's unlikely he'll notice anyone approaching, in his state.]

[harlequinofhate]

[Joker walks up behind Magenta, hands clasped behind his back as he silently peers over the other man's shoulder. After a few quiet seconds he speaks loudly.]

Yanno something, killer, if I didn't know better I'd think this place was spookin' ya.

[himalayanyeti]

[Magenta nearly jumps out of his skin, though what could possibly frighten him that much...well, it's a mystery to even him. He's just foggy and on-edge in this strange building, surrounded by these strange bodies. He's not really even scared of the Joker, though he's not exactly the most appealing figure to suddenly appear.

After calming down a moment, his hand moves from the inside of his coat, and his breathing slows from its previously panicked pace behind the handkerchief. He even works up the gall to look offended.]

You can't scare a man like that, J! And I'm not spooked, it's just--weird. Don't worry 'bout it.

[harlequinofhate]

[Joker sees the hand disappear into the coat and tightens his grip on his fireplace poker in case he's about to have a knife drawn on him.]

What?

Oh, you mean you feel that horrible, stifling, suffocating feeling of having a thousand tons of psychic terror on top of your noggin?

Don't worry, you get used to it.

[himalayanyeti]

It's not that, it's just--

[Magenta sighs, putting both hands on his hips in a show of both annoyace and placation. A fight is the last thing he wants, even if his head is scrambled, and especially even if the Joker is being very annoying. The gesture is quickly dissolved, however, as he moves his sleeve to wipe his nose.]

It's whatever. Don't worry about it! 'Side from the bleedin', I'm a-okay!

[It's painfully clear that this is not the case.]