Mask or Menace IC Contact

[itistolaugh]

"Harley here! Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Or I won't.

Don't be boring."

(text, voice, video, action)

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voice;

[itistolaugh]

[ She switches to voice so she can properly wail at him. ]

I have not done that hardly ever!

-- But just hypothetically if I had done that, what relationships specifically might you be talking about?

permavoice; for now!

[restingstitchface]

All of them.

[Where's the lie, though?]

[itistolaugh]

... so I guess I shouldn't tell you what happened with Robert, huh ...

[restingstitchface]

There's no need. I can already imagine, since you raised Callaghan in the first place.

[itistolaugh]

Well-- Well, so what, so I'm just s'posed to be a dateless wonder like you and Julie? No way, Jose!

[restingstitchface]

Of course not. But if you are so pathetically alone and in need of assurance for your childish ego, at least exercise some discretioh.

[itistolaugh]

I wouldn't even know how to start with that.

And besides, if you haven't noticed, I'm not the kinda girl that decent guys go for. Not more'n once, anyway. I'm just working with what I get.

[restingstitchface]

It hadn't escaped my notice. But "working with what you get"? Are you scared of accepting responsibility for the consequences of your decisions, Harleen?

[itistolaugh]

No! [ Maybe? ] Anyway, you can't really be under the impression I could land anyone even slightly respectable. Bet you can't even name a single one.

And you know what else? The more you bring it up, the more your interest in my interests seems a little personal. If you get what I'm sayin'.

[restingstitchface]

Yes, I get what you're saying.

And I find the idea utterly absurd. Therefore, I'm going to let it pass without comment. You might wish to do the same.

[itistolaugh]

You don't see the appeal? Getting to lord over one of those cheerleader types you're so bitter against? Having someone at your beck and call to fawn over your genius and do all the dirty work?

[restingstitchface]

... I thought you claimed not to be one of those cheerleader types?

[Busted.]

[itistolaugh]

I was never a cheerleader but that doesn't mean I don't fit the part. Can't you just see me wearing a little pleated skirt, holding pompoms, not going with you to prom?

[restingstitchface]

Absolutely.

I can see you crashing through the windscreen once the night's over, too. It's a splendid reflection of your life, really.

[itistolaugh]

That's right, Professor, talk dirty to me.

[restingstitchface]

[There's just one, long strangled groan from Crane's end of the line.

Which doesn't at all sound like something else.]

[itistolaugh]

Was it good for you, too?

[restingstitchface]

[He gives her a deliberately long moment of silence, then puts the phone down.

Ignored!]

[itistolaugh]

[ Wait, crap, she was trying to make him NOT mad! Crap crap crap! ]

Professor?

Professor?!

[restingstitchface]

[Er. Right. That's loud.

But the panic? That's delightful. Maybe if he controlled himself, drew that silence out, he could hear it again. Control is such a lovely thing.]

[itistolaugh]

Professor Crane, are you still there? Come on, pick up! Please? Johnny?

... Scarecrow?

[restingstitchface]

[Delightful, yes.

He won't pick up right now.]

[itistolaugh]

Scarecrow, Scarecrow, come on. Stop playing around. I know you're still there. Come on! Stop it!

[restingstitchface]

[What an animated display of terror. He wastes no time in ignoring her for longer, as he sits down and opens up his notebook. Is he writing about it? Oh yes.]

[itistolaugh]

This isn't funny, Jonathan!